Page 59 of Wild Dreams

Then Chance touched my clit, and I couldn't hold onto any of my thoughts. I let go and gave into the moment. I bit my lip hard, trying to hold back.

"I need you to come," Chance repeated, and I could see the strain on his face. He was waiting for me. "Let go, gorgeous girl."

Pleasure exploded in my body, the waves of satisfaction flowing through me. I loved that he saw me as beautiful. He was good for my ego.

He didn't think I was boring. When I opened the door, he couldn't resist touching me. I made him lose control.

He thrust a few more times before his orgasm hit, and he shuddered in my arms. He slowly lowered his weight on me. I enjoyed being so close to him.

A bit later, he rolled to the side, bringing me with him so I was cradled to his chest. "I wish I didn't have to get up."

"You wanted to use a condom," I teased.

He tipped my chin up so he could see my face. "You'd go bare with me?"

I licked my lips, loving the way his gaze tracked the motion. "I'm on birth control and clean."

"I am too." His expression was pensive.

"If you want to go without, I'm cool with it." Look at me handling this one-night, one-weekend stand with maturity. I didn't delude myself into thinking we could be anything more. It would signal a change in Chance's thinking I didn't think he was ready for.

"I'll keep that in mind." Then he collapsed on the bed. "You're continually surprising me."

I propped myself up on an elbow so I could see him easier. "How so?"

"You're wild in bed."

That made me feel a little self-conscious. "I think you make me feel free."

He caressed my cheek. "You're beautiful inside and out."

Pleasure filled my chest and threatened to continue the fall, the one where I crashed to the bottom of the cliff completely in love with Chance and watched him walk away.

"I'll be right back." He kissed me softly on the lips, then got up to take care of the condom.

How did I get here? I should have known any physical interaction with him was dangerous. But two nights in a row? I was a goner with no hope of surviving this without deep emotional wounds.

He was probably used to the one-night stands, the short-term vacation flings, but I wasn't made for this. When I loved someone, I did it with my whole heart.

I wanted to love and be loved. The problem was that the other person didn't always feel the same way. It made me insecure. And in this case, I had every reason to doubt Chance's intentions. He wasn't in this for a relationship.

He was holding himself back, which meant I had to protect my heart.

He sauntered into the room, his muscles on display as he walked. He climbed into the bed, his arms coming around me, holding me tight. "I could stay here forever."

"At least for the night," I said, not feeling confident about putting myself out there like that. I didn't think you were supposed to have sleepovers with one-night stands. Or whatever this was.

"I can do that." His breath tickled my cheek.

I was warm and content, full of Thanksgiving pie, and blissed-out from the orgasm, so I fell asleep quickly.

A buzzing sound woke me in the middle of the night. It was still dark, and when I realized it was coming from Chance's pants, I shook him awake. "Your phone's ringing."

Chance flew out of bed. "It's probably work."

I sat up in bed while he fished around for his phone. Then he listened to a voicemail. "It must have started snowing a few hours ago. The roads are slick, and there's a pile-up on the highway."

My heart sank as I leaned over to turn on the lamp. "You have to go in."

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