Page 24 of Love In The Air

He followed her tiny blue car down the hard to navigate one-way streets of the city until she pulled into a parking lot of an apartment building. Chance saw an open spot on the street right in front and slid into it. He hurried out of his car, locking the doors before rushing to the front of the building where Iz waited, bouncing on her toes as he approached.

“I’m on the first floor. Come on.”

No time for sweet talk, he supposed. That was fine. He didn’t need any preamble, he needed her. His skin felt too tight, like he was about to burst if he didn’t do something soon. The something being the short, sexy woman he was currently following through the building’s front door.

Iz lead them down a hallway, stopping almost at the end and slipping a key into the door. She pushed it open, moving through it without looking back. She knew he’d follow. Normally, her smugness would cause him to act the exact opposite of what she expected, but not tonight. Tonight, for the first time ever, they wanted the same thing. He was only too happy to follow someone else’s demands for a change.

He stepped into her place, noticing how Iz-like it looked right away. It was small, a studio with a tiny couch in the center of the room, a small flatscreen on the wall, a bed in the corner, and a kitchen area with a tiny dining set off to the side. There was also a door to his right, which he assumed led to a bathroom, the only room in the place. The size wasn’t the only thing that resembled Iz. Every inch of the place was filled with bright colors.

The couch was sky blue with glittery silver stripes. The bedspread was a blinding bright yellow, and half a dozen throw pillows of various colors and patterns scattered about the place.

“Nice place.” He grinned down at her, leaning against the closed door.

“We don’t need small talk, Chance.”

“What, I can’t comment on your interior decorating skills?” He chuckled softly.

She rolled her eyes. “Do you want to talk or fuck?”

Then she reached for the hem of her tank top and in a move more impressive than he would ever admit to her, she pulled off her shirt and sports bra in one fell swoop. His laughter died, mouthwatering as he took in her breasts. They were perfection. Small and beautiful, with dusky rose nipples that hardened into stiff peaks as he stared.

“Fuck, please.”

He moved toward her, dropping his hands to her waist, and pulling her into him. A knowing grin curved her lips. She placed her hands on his shoulders. He arched one eyebrow in question, and she nodded. Dipping his head, he brushed his lips over one pert nipple. Iz moaned, the sound going straight to his dick. He was so hard it hurt, but he wasn’t about to rush this. Not with her.

He parted his lips, pulling her nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the stiff bud. Iz cried out, her hands moving up his shoulders and neck, into his hair. She grasped the strands, the motion causing his bun to loosen slightly. He didn’t care. She could rip every single strand from his head if it meant he got to keep savoring her. She tasted like sunshine and electricity, heaven and danger all wrapped up into one.

She tugged his head close, and he obliged. Biting down softly, drawing a keening cry from her lips. The sound echoed inside him, spurring him on as he moved his hands up, sliding them up her rib cage, reveling in the softness of her skin. He brushed the underside of her breasts with his thumbs, drawing another sweet moan. Damn, he could find himself addicted to those noises she made.

He glided his lips along her skin, giving her chest soft kisses as he focused on her other breast. Lavishing it with the same care and attention he did the first.

“Chance,” she panted, her body pressing against his. “Please.”

Abandoning her magnificent breasts, he continued down her body, placing hungry love bites along her stomach until he got to the waistband of her leggings. Hooking a finger at each hip, he pulled the garment down, along with her underwear. Iz quickly stepped out of them, widening her stance as he dropped to his knees.

Chance stared at the sight before him. The small thatch of pale blonde curls covering the part of her he craved most.

“Open for me, Iz.” He glanced up at her. “Please.”

She stared down at him, no longer looking smug, but needy. There was a hungry, desperate look in her eyes, and he planned to sate it. Over and over again. She started to move her leg to the side, then with a wicked smile, she lifted it and placed her thigh on his shoulder. He grinned up at her. When she raised a brow in challenge, he growled. Grasping her other leg, he tugged, lifting her and placing it over his free shoulder. The position had her back flat against the wall, weight supported by it and him.

He grasped her hips with his hands and tugged her closer, his nose brushing her curls. A deep inhale had her intoxicating scent driving him wild. His fingers tightened on her as he tilted her hips to give him the perfect angle, swiping out his tongue in one long, broad stroke as he tasted her. Iz cried out above him, her thighs squeezing his head. He devoured her, circling her clit, thrusting inside, listing to her sounds and adjusting to what she liked. Before long she was crying out, coming against his face and he couldn’t get enough.

“Holy fuck, Chance,” she panted, legs giving out as she sagged against him and the wall.

“We’re not done yet.” His cock was so hard he feared he might rip right through his pants.

“Damn right we aren’t.”

He felt the gentle brush of heated skin as her legs slid off his shoulders. He rose from his kneeling position to stand in front of her. Her eyes stared straight into his as she reached out a hand grasping his cock through the thin cotton work out pants he wore. He hissed, the touch soothing and torture at the same time.

Her warm breath electrified his every nerve ending as she got up on her toes and whispered in his ear, “Lose the clothes and come to the bed.”

He damn near cried like a baby when she let him go but watching her spectacular naked ass as she sauntered across the room to the bed made up for the loss of her touch. Faster than he thought possible, Chance stripped all his clothing off and hurried to her. Iz reached into the nightstand by the bed and pulled out a box of condoms. She took one out and turned to him, gaze falling to his jutting erection.

“Mmmm.” Her sweet pink tongue came out to swipe across her lower lip. “Maybe I should have a taste before we—”

“No.” He grabbed the condom from her, ripping open the package and rolling it on. “Later. Right now, I need to be inside you.”

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