Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 51744 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51744 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
But I don’t tease her. No.
We’ve had almost fifteen years of it and I won’t wait a second longer to give Avery pleasure.
I push her to the brink and then let her glide over. She offers a whimper and a deep clench of her inner muscles.
“Chance, please,” she breathes.
I slide up her body, kissing my way over her heated skin. “What do you need? I’ll give it to you.”
When I’m hovering over her, she blinks her eyes open and smiles. An open, honest smile that I haven’t seen in so long.
“In me. Please.”
I open my belt buckle and get my jeans undone, my cock out in record time. I don’t do more than push my pants out of the way before I’m over her and nudging at her entrance.
I hold her gaze as I thrust deep.
And pretty much die of the most perfect pleasure.
I groan. Growl. Moan. Whatever the sound, it’s ripped from me.
“Mine,” I say as her pussy flutters, adjusting to being filled. I’m not small and she sure as hell remembers now.
“Chance.”
I pull back. Thrust deep again.
“Mine,” I repeat.
“Yours.” She rocks her hips up in time.
“Nothing’s going to keep us apart now. Nothing between us.”
She stills, holds my gaze.
“What?” I ask as sweat drips down my brow.
“Nothing. I…” Her eyes practically roll back in her head as I roll my hips, fucking her more deeply.
I pull out, flip her over, and lift her onto her knees.
“Head down, kitten. Good girl.”
She’s in position and I take her from behind. I can watch my cock disappear into her perfect pussy this way. Go deep. Make her mine.
I fuck her hard. She meets me with every thrust.
“That’s it. Take what you need.”
I won’t last. Not this first time, so I hook an arm around her, pull her up so she’s sitting on my thighs. I cup her breast with my palm and I rock into her.
“You and me. Always.”
I reach down, find her swollen, sensitive clit, and circle it.
She moans. A gush of arousal coats my cock and I don’t stop.
“Come and I’ll follow you,” I murmur in her ear.
One, two deep strokes and she falls. Lost in my arms.
I can’t resist her any longer, pulling her down hard onto me and filling her. Pulsing deep and giving myself over to the best orgasm of my life.
This.
Avery.
It’s everything.
Nothing will stop me from having her.
Nothing.
13
AVERY
* * *
Guilt.
It’s eating at me as I lie in Chance’s arms. I want so badly to trust him. To allow myself to love him and let him back into my life. I’m in bed with him. That’s huge, but not enough.
I can’t get consumed by the chemistry between us. We’ve always had that. From the start, Chance and I made sparks when we were in the same room together. Even now, years and years later, it’s amazing. Like nothing I ever shared with another man. I didn’t know what it was. Chance is attractive, but it’s not only that. He’s charismatic. Rough. Gruff, too. Intense. Potent. He’s also gentle. Demanding. Possessive.
He’s an incredible lover. All those adjectives focused on me when clothed is one thing. But naked? When his weight is pressing me into a bed? Devastating. I’m in trouble here, because I know what it feels like with my heart on the line. I lost him once. I’m not sure if I can handle it again.
We have a lot to talk about. To work through. First, I have to solve this case. Then I’ll figure out what to do, whether I can trust Chance enough to allow him into Grady’s and my life.
I’m expecting the DNA results from forensics today, and if Mom came through, I should have a package waiting containing one of Grady’s hairs.
All of that means I can’t lie here basking in the afterglow. I have to get up and get to work.
Chance didn’t let me sleep on a different side of the bed from him. No, I’m wrapped in his hold as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear. I ease out of Chance’s arms and leave the bed, the warmth of his embrace.
“Kitten?” His voice is a soft rasp.
“Work,” I say. “A lot on my plate today.”
“Do you get time off for lunch?” He rolls onto his back.
I look down at him. God, why is he so sexy? His auburn hair is a mess…and his chest? Amazing. He looks like he belongs in a sexy man calendar with the sheet riding low on his hips.
I look away. If I keep staring at him, I’ll end up with his dick back inside me. I’m sore in a delicious way, not used to having sex, but also not used to a dick like Chance’s. Not a bad thing, but…
God, it’s so complicated.
“You going to answer?”
“Sorry. Lunch? Not today. Too busy. I’ll eat with Jarvis at my desk.”