Page 41 of Wild Dreams

Marigold gave me a look. "What's going on, Chance? You've never done anything like this before."

It was really hard to get my brain on board with this conversation when her thighs were tight over mine. "I like you."

"You've never said anything before."

"Listen, I don't have a great explanation." My brain cells were in my dick at the moment. "I never really saw you as anything more than my sister's friend. Not until we started working together to get her to stay in town. Then we hung out more, and I realized that you're so much more than a family friend."

Her cheeks were flush, her eyes dark with desire.

"I'm hoping you feel the same way, and that I'm not overstepping here."

She pressed her pussy over my dick, and I nearly groaned. "Does it feel like you're overstepping?"

"You feel fucking fantastic."

11

MARIGOLD

Iwas in Chance's lap, and his hands were holding onto me like they never wanted to let go. What was happening right now?

Had I fallen asleep, and this was all a dream? Would I wake up in a few minutes, hot and bothered?

"Are you feeling what I'm feeling?"

"I feel something." I attempted a joke because his dick was hard between my thighs, and I wanted so much more. I'd heard about hot encounters like this one, but I'd never experienced one for myself.

Would it be wrong to let go of my worries and just feel? Take something for myself for once?

I snagged his wrist where his hand was clutching my hip and moved it to my breast. My heart was pounding so hard I was positive he could feel it. I suspected Chance would need more than words to take that next step.

I'd wanted him all my life, and he was offering himself to me.

"Are you sure?" Chance's entire body was rigid as if he was holding himself back.

I nodded, unable to voice what was running through my head. I'd always wanted Chance. This was a fantasy come true, and I wasn't going to let the opportunity go by.

I was always on the edge, watching everyone else live their life. For once, I was going to forget about the consequences. I was taking what I wanted.

He pulled my mouth back to his, and I smiled at his eagerness. In this moment, he wanted me, and I wasn't going to question it.

His lips were firm and commanding; his thighs under mine were powerful. He was big everywhere.

His hand, which had been resting on my chest, cupped my breast, his thumb gliding over my hard nipple. Even through my bra and my shirt, I felt the brush of his finger. If touching me through my clothes could ignite this fire under my skin, what would it be like when we were fully undressed?

Was I brave enough to continue this charade? To pretend Chance St. Claire was mine for one night? It was the evening before a holiday, and it felt like anything was possible.

The light of the fire danced across Chance's face, and holiday music played on the screen behind us while the movie continued to roll.

I whimpered into Chance's mouth when he nudged my clit through our jeans. We had too many clothes on. I reached between us, gripping the edge of my sweater, and lifted it up and over my head, leaving me in a lace bra.

Chance's gaze took me in while I held my breath for his reaction. Then he finally said reverently, "Gorgeous."

He cupped my breasts, and I dropped my head back, lost in the sensation of giving into my desires. This man had the ability to light me on fire, and I was going to let him have his way with me.

He wasn't my friend's brother or the town's sheriff. He was mine.

He lightly squeezed my lace-encased breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple, driving me crazy.

---