by A. M. Myers
“Here you go, gorgeous.”
I force a smile as I take the coffee from him. “Thank you.”
“Do you have a moment? I’d love to sit and talk to you a little more,” he suggests, looking to the empty tables scattered throughout the café and I shake my head.
“Sorry. I’m already running late for work.”
Backing away toward the door, I try to look like I’m not running away from him even if that is exactly what I want to do right now. Lord knows, if I did that, my mother would call my phone within the hour to yell at me about manners before she started in on the man topic… again. Lord knows, I’ve already had all I can take of my mother today.
“Take this,” he says, handing me a business card I don’t want. “And call me whenever you’re free. I’d love to take you out.”
My smile is so forced I’m afraid my face may crack as I nod and duck out the front door, waiting until I round the corner before tossing the business card in a nearby trash can. The click of my heels against the sidewalk calms my heartbeat and as I walk the remaining block to work, I can’t help but think of Chance and compare him to my run-in with Damian. He’s different in every way and I can’t help but think maybe it’s not such a bad thing.
Chapter Six
Carly
“I knew it,” I whisper, twisting in the mirror to get a look at the back of the dress my mother “suggested”. It’s worse than I even imagined with the deep V that stretches down to my belly button while also showing off so much side boob it’s almost obscene. I’ll have to use a whole damn roll of tape to keep my tits from popping out during the silent auction. And the back is no better. The material clings like a second skin and the way the dress is cut in the back frames my ass, making it look even larger than it is. The black lace is pretty but I’m straddling the line between risqué and just plain desperate. Shaking my head, I run my hands down the front and sigh. My mother bought this dress with one purpose in mind—to snag me a man. I wonder when her daughters became meal tickets for her instead of people. Hell, maybe we always were.
The doorbell rings, pulling my attention away from the mirror and I sigh, grabbing some fabric so it doesn’t drag on the floor as I walk across the living room and throw the door open without looking through the peephole first.
“Damn, Princess,” Chance says, flashing me a killer smile as his gaze lingers on my chest and he places his hand over his heart. My lips twitch, barely holding back my satisfied smile, as I roll my eyes and hold the door open for him. He steps inside, carrying a bag of takeout, and I close the door. “You didn’t have to dress up for little old me.”
“I didn’t dress up for you, egomaniac. You’re not the only thing in my life.”
His brow arches and his eyes darken as he sets the food on the island. “I damn well better be the only man in your life. We had a deal.”
“I said thing, not man and not really,” I tease him, my blood racing with the thought of getting him riled up. Why does egging him on excite me so much? “You threw out your rule, but I never agreed to it.”
Ignoring his glare, I stride toward the fridge and open the door, fighting back a smile as I search the shelves for a bottle of wine. As soon as he steps up behind me, I can feel him, almost like there’s a magnetic pull between us, and he grabs my hips, pulling me back into his body. Ever so slowly, he runs his nose up the side of my neck before his warm breath brushes over my ear.
“Even though I know you’re just trying to piss me off… it’s still working. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the day we met, Carly, and I’m willing to play by your rules if you play by mine.” He trails the tip of his finger down my side where the dress is showing off plenty of skin and I suck in a breath. “So, tell the truth, do you want me?”
My dream from this morning flashes in my mind and my desire returns tenfold. He already knows the answer to the damn question, but he will make me say it anyway like the way my body is leaning back into his or the way all the air is punching out of my chest isn’t enough.
“Why do you think you’re still here?” I grit out, my legs trembling as he gently presses his lips to my neck in a kiss that’s meant to make me lose my damn mind.
“That’s not a yes, Princess.”
I nod. “It’s not a no, either.”
“That’s not good enough,” he rasps, his patience running thin. It takes everything in me to stop myself from flashing a victorious grin but there is no way in hell I’m letting him win this game.
“It’s the best you’re going to get.”
With a loud growl, his hands lock onto my hips and he spins me around, allowing the fridge door to close before pushing my back against it.
“You have got to be the most stubborn, infuriating woman I’ve ever met,” he snaps, his nose pressed against mine and the scent of his cinnamon gum fills my nose.
“Get used to it, baby.”
He holds my gaze for a moment, his pale green eyes filled with a fire that ignites one in me but I’m not willing to back down. No matter how much my legs are shaking right now. Without warning, his lips crash down on mine, all aggression and raw, unrestrained need. It completely sweeps me up and I’m a goner. A moan slips out of my mouth and my legs give out. I’m saved from crashing down to the floor by his arm slipping around my waist and I thread my fingers together behind his head. He grabs my leg and pulls it up to his waist as the fabric slips back, revealing my bare thigh.
“If you want to keep this dress, I suggest you get it off. Quickly,” he whispers against my lips, his voice rough and demanding. Leaning up on my toes to kiss him again, I reach behind and slip the zipper down my back, letting the dress fall off my shoulders. He glances down and hisses a curse when he realizes I’m completely naked pressed up against him. Reaching down, he hooks my legs and lifts me into the air, letting me take control of the kiss as I flick my tongue against his and he hums in approval.
“Bedroom?” He doesn’t pull away as he asks his question, almost like it’s an afterthought and he would be perfectly happy to fuck me on the kitchen floor. I can’t say I’m opposed to the idea either. A shiver twists down my spine as I pull away.
“Around the corner.” I point to one side of the kitchen and he nods as he takes long strides across the marble tile floors, intent on getting me in a bed as quickly as he can. He consumes me with his mouth again, dragging me into the depths of pleasure and somehow gets us into my bedroom before pulling away.
“Nice view,” he murmurs, nodding to the large windows that show off the twinkling lights of Baton Rouge below us. “Although, it’s got nothing on you.” He glances down my body, still in his hold and I shake my head.
“Flattery will not work with me.”
Smirking, he moves to the edge of my king-sized bed and drops me onto my back, caging me in before I even get the chance to sit up.
“Liar,” he whispers, his warm breath caressing my skin just as thoroughly as his hands and my eyes flutter closed as the sensations overwhelm me. Warm lips press against my flesh and a breathy moan slips out of my mouth as my body arches off the bed toward him.
“Why do you still have clothes on?” I growl when I rub up against his t-shirt. I want to feel him, his heat, as he covers me with his body. His soft chuckle forces my eyes open and I lose myself in his gaze.
“Maybe I like seeing you like this. No, scratch that. I fucking love it.”
“Sadist,” I accuse and his face splits into a grin as his eyes shine with amusement.
“I’m just trying to make you feel good, Princess,” he teases, taunting me as he trails the tip of his finger over my nipple. I shudder. When he changes direction and goes back up over the same spot again, I damn near lose my mind. Unable to take the torture any longer, I slip my hands under his shirt and hum when my fingertips meet the solid muscle of his stomach before travelling up. His eyes close and the smile never leaves his face as I explore his body for a moment before I pull the shirt over his he
ad.
“There. That’s better.”
“I’m beginning to think you just want me for my body.”
My only response is a shrug and a devious little grin. He scoffs, trying to pretend like he’s offended but the look of amusement never leaves his gaze.
“You know, Princess, fucking the sense right out of your head is only one of my many, many talents. Maybe you should dig a little deeper.”
I unbuckle his belt as I glance up and meet his gaze. “That’s yet to be seen. Why don’t you worry about doing the first one right before we broach the subject of your other skills?”
“I think it’s time to shut you up,” he practically snarls as he stands up and unbuttons his jeans. Propping myself up on my elbows, I can’t take my eyes off him as he kicks his jeans off and stands in front of me naked. I lick my lips and my gaze drops to his cock as he takes it in his hand and strokes it, his eyes burning a hole through me.
“Stand up,” he orders and I scramble to my feet, more amenable than I was only moments ago. Something about the way he’s taking control right now makes me want to please him. Plus, watching him stroke his impressive length as he turns me into a helpless puddle of goo with just his eyes is impossible to ignore. When I stand in front of him, he releases his cock and slides a hand into my hair as he pulls me forward and claims my lips in a kiss that screams ownership. I should pull away but even as my mind is urging me to do so, I’m leaning closer because every cell in my body feels like it’s exploding with desire and I can’t stop this wild ride he seems to be taking us on.
“Chance,” I whimper as he tightens his grip in my hair and trails hot kisses down my neck.
“Fuck, Princess. Say my name again.”
I shake my head. “Only if you earn it.”
His growl vibrates against my ear as his teeth sink into my skin and I cry out, gripping his biceps to keep myself upright. “Oh, I’ll earn it, baby. You’ve been talking a whole lot of shit tonight and now you get to reap what you sow.”
“Big talk,” I whisper but my words lack conviction because I’m dangling on the edge of a cliff, desperate for him to catch me. It’s a position I haven’t found myself in for a long time and it would piss me off if my body wasn’t filled with so much need. Damn whatever repercussions there may be. I’ll deal with them when this is over because I already know there is no walking away from Chance. Even if I could. Even if I wanted to, he would never let me.
He guides me back down to the bed and pushes on my shoulder until I’m laying back with my legs hanging over the edge and when I meet his eyes, he smiles. “This is even better than I imagined and believe me, baby, I’ve been picturing this very thing since the moment I first saw you.”
“Show me.”
With my breathy command, he comes alive. The fire in his eyes intensifies as he plants his knee between my thighs and cages me in with his hands. He takes a moment to look me over before he leans down, maintaining eye contact with me the entire time, as he swirls his tongue around my nipple and sucks it into his mouth. A loud moan spills out of me and my entire body aches for a release that feels long overdue, but he doesn’t stop there. One hand slips between my legs and he presses his thumb to my clit, flicking back and forth as he sucks harder. I tremble beneath him and just when I’m about to catch the nirvana I’ve been reaching for, he pulls away.
I cry out, my entire body jerking as I shoot an angry glare at him and he laughs, standing back up and picking his jeans up off the floor as he slips a condom out of his pocket. The dimple in his cheek pops out when he grins at me and warmth explodes in my chest, shooting out like a supernova as it warms me from the inside out. He slides the condom down his shaft and joins me on the bed again, lifting my legs up around his waist as he lines his cock up with my entrance.
“Remember, Princess. I wanna hear you scream,” he whispers in my ear before he surges forward and all the air rushes out of my body. He stills, taking his time as we both adjust to the sensations and it’s like we’re breathing in each other. Sweet Jesus. He feels perfect inside me. Like we were made for one another… if I still believed in that kind of thing.
Pushing back so he can look me in the eye, he pulls out slowly and slams home again as he leans down and steals my lips with a scorching kiss. I moan against his lips and slip my fingers into his hair as he finds his rhythm. Pull out, wait a beat and surge forward. Again and again as he continues kissing me like he’s on death row and I’m his last meal. He’s found a perfect mixture of desperation and control that drives me wild and I know I’ve never had sex like this before in my life.
His hands trail over my body, sending little sparks of heat straight to my core. The gentle touches are in such contrast to the harsh, commanding way he’s thrusting into my body that my head spins and I wonder if it’s possible to lose my mind from the most incredible sex I’ve ever had. He groans and his hips move faster, giving me exactly what I need and my grip in his hair tightens as he rips his lips away and buries his face in my neck.
“Shit. Come for me, Princess,” he orders and I close my eyes, not ready to give into him yet. He moves even faster, groaning as he pulls back and brushes his thumb over my face. “Open your eyes.”
Reluctantly, I follow his command and the moment I meet his gaze, I lose it. My back arches off the bed and I scream as my body shatters into a million little pieces underneath him. He smirks, satisfied with himself, but he keeps his gaze on me as he pushes into me a couple more times before he tenses and lets out a long, low groan. The room goes quiet, our harsh breaths ringing out around us as we struggle to come down. He never takes his eyes off mine and just when I start to feel too vulnerable, too exposed, he leans in and gives me a sweet kiss that has me melting back into the mattress before he rolls off me.
He peels the condom off and throws it in the little trash can next to my bed before dragging me into his arms and burying his face in my hair. I’m tense at first but after a couple of seconds, I relax into his arms and he trails his fingers over my back.
“Hey, what was that dress for?” he asks after a moment and I laugh, pulling back to peek up at him.
“You’re just now wondering that?”
He smirks. “No, but I was a little distracted before.”
I lay my head back on his chest before sighing. “It’s for this charity thing my mother is making me go to on Saturday.”
“Oh,” he murmurs.
For reasons I may never understand, I prop myself up on my elbow and look up at him. “Do you want to go with me?”
“Do you want me to go with you?” he asks, arching a brow and I shyly nod as I look away. Maybe I’m in some kind of post sex haze but the truth is I want him to go with me. I smile more when he’s around and I miss feeling this carefree.
“Listen, I know it’s not your scene and if you don’t want to go, that’s fine. I just… thought I’d ask.”
He leans in, cupping my cheek in his hand as his lips hover over mine. The tenderness in his eyes catches me completely off guard and I’m holding my breath as his lips stretch into a soft smile. “I’ll go with you, but you owe me a blowjob or something.”
My lips twitch as I hold back a smile. “I swear to God, I’ll bite it off.”
“Oh, don’t threaten me with a good time, Princess,” he says with a dramatic shiver before winking at me and all I can do is roll my eyes.
This man will be the death of me.
* * * *
Bright morning sunlight floods the room and I realize, too late, I forgot to close the blinds before going to bed last night. With a soft groan, I roll over and my eyes spring open when my hand finds warm skin instead of cold sheets. Chance is lying on his back next to me with his hand spread out across his chest. His full lips are parted in sleep and he lets out a soft snore. I smile. Last night was incredible and I’ve never felt anything like it before. It should scare me but I’m still riding my post sex high and I can’t be bothered.
Glancing up at Chance,
I remember his comment about owing him a blowjob last night and I grin as I grab the sheet and slowly pull it down his body, revealing his abs one at a time. God, he’s in good shape and I’m a little jealous but I can’t worry about it too much because he makes me feel beautiful every time he looks at me. I keep pulling the sheet until his cock comes into view, hard against his stomach and I peek up at him to make sure he’s still sleeping. I’ve never woken a guy up with oral before but it’s always been something I wanted to try. It seemed a little too intimate but with Chance, I don’t care.
Taking one last look at his face, I get up on all fours and hover over his body before running my tongue up his length. He sighs in his sleep, growing harder in front of me, and I wrap my hand around his erection, stroking it.
“Mmm,” he hums, his hand falling to the bed as he turns his head in the other direction and licks his lips. I wait a beat, making sure he’s still asleep before taking him into my mouth. He groans loudly, his hips flexing up into me and his hand slips into my hair. “Carly.”
As I swirl my tongue over the sensitive spot just below the head, I peek up at him and meet his pale green eyes.
“Fuck, that’s so goddamn hot,” he groans, his head falling back into the pillow as he massages the back of my head. Feeling more confident, I take him further into my mouth, using my hand to stroke the base and he groans again. I bob up and down, using my tongue to massage him as I suck, and he fists my hair in his hand.
“Jesus Christ,” he hisses. “Take it all the way, Princess.”
Following his command, I take him to the back of my throat and swallow, earning another loud groan from him as his legs shake. I pull back and swirl my tongue around the head, stroking him with slow, sure strokes, before sucking him into my mouth again and he grabs my arm, pulling me off him.