Page 29 of Love In The Air

She glared right back, sitting up and crossing her arms over her chest. “I wasn’t alone. Tori and I were rehearsing, but she got called into work. I was just doing one more thing before locking up.”

“One more thing is rehearsing alone. You could have seriously hurt yourself and if no one had been here, you could have—”

He sucked in a sharp breath, standing and pacing away from her. She’d never seen Chance this angry. Come to think of it, she’d never really seen Chance angry. Frustrated when he didn’t win something, she did, sure. But angry? Never.

“I’m fine.”

He turned and the look in his eyes made her breath catch in her throat.

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The look in his eyes singed her to her very core. Iz sucked in a sharp breath, heat pooling low in her belly. There was fury in Chance’s gaze, but behind that, there was something more. Worry, fear…heat.

It was the heat that got to her. Dug deep inside and called to her. She’d promised herself last night would be a onetime thing. Burn off the sexual energy surrounding them and be done with it. But it didn’t seem to have worked. Not if the hungry look in his eyes was any sign. Or the throbbing of her body as she stared at him, prowling closer to her as he took distinct, measured steps toward her.

“You could have been hurt,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Promise me you won’t do it again.”

“I don’t have to promise you anything,” she threw back at him.

Even though she knew he was right, she would never admit it. Practicing alone was a bonehead move, but he didn’t get to demand things from her just because they had sex once. Well, one night. It had definitely been more than once. But it wasn’t happening again. Nope. Never again.

Chance stopped right in front of her, his hand reaching up to cup the back of her neck. She tried to hide a shiver as her body responded to his touch. The smartass grin on his lips let her know she failed.

“Bet I can make you promise.”

She snorted. It was that or haul off and kiss the annoyingly tempting smile right off his face.

“Yeah right.”

“Grab the hoop,” he commanded.

Iz rolled her eyes, but her damn hands went up of their own volition and grabbed mid-hoop. He eased her back against the apparatus, the bottom of the circle falling right under her shoulder blades. His hands slowly slid down her neck, caressing her skin as he brought them around, stroking her breasts on his path down her body. She sucked in a sharp breath as he maintained eye contact and sunk down to his knees in front of her.

“Chance, what are you…” Her words died when his fingers slid into the waistband of her leggings and tugged them down.

“Convincing you,” he said, pulling the pants off her feet one leg at a time and tossing them to the side.

He grasped her thighs, lifting her right leg up and over his shoulder. She felt the soft press of his warm lips against her knee. Her grip tightened on the bar as her body tensed in anticipation. Chance chuckled, trailing a path of gentle, torturous kisses along her inner thigh. Her heart raced, blood pounding in her ears as her core tightened, waiting for his mouth to find it. But as he reached the edge of her panties, the bastard blew a warm breath against her, skipping over all the good bits entirely. He grabbed her left leg, hauling it over his other shoulder and repeated the soft kisses in reverse down to her knee on that side.

“Chance!”

His laughter grated on her nerves. She was seriously going to kill this man. Right after he fucked her. Had to get her orgasm in first.

“Problem, Iz?”

“You know damn well, stop teasing me.”

“Not until you promise.”

Ugh, this man was infuriating.

“Are you seriously withholding sex until I promise you I’ll never practice alone again?”

His hand cupped her ass, massaging in slow, torturous circles while he tugged her so close to his face she could feel the small tickle of his neatly trimmed beard on her inner thighs. She arched her hips, trying to get closer, but it was no use. He wouldn’t be swayed until she said the words.

As much as she hated to give Chance anything, he was right. She shouldn’t be practicing alone. Her body screamed at her to agree, let him sate the fire he started. While her brain argued her need to be right.

“Izadora,” he whispered against her.

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