Page 63 of Wild Dreams

"I should go slow and savor you—" He rested back on his feet.

But I knew he wouldn't. He couldn't get enough of me, and that was a heady feeling. Had he thought about me when he was out on that highway helping people? Had he wanted to come home to me? Did I soothe him on a soul-deep level? I wanted to be that person for him. The one that changed everything.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my sweats and with a naughty grin pulled them down. "No panties?"

"I was just lounging around the house." I hadn't thought Chance would show up tonight. I had resigned myself to believing we were done. We'd had our fun, and the accident on the highway reminded him why we were a bad idea. Apparently, I was a habit he couldn't kick.

He pushed up the shirt I was wearing, revealing my bare breasts. "I should stop by on your off days more often."

"I don't walk around naked."

"Practically," he mumbled as he lowered his lips to my stomach. The muscles flexed and shivered under his mouth.

I wanted more, but I liked this slow approach too. I wasn't sure how much longer he'd give into his desires, but I intended to enjoy every minute.

He lifted his head. "All I could think about was getting back to you."

I curled my fingers in his still-damp hair. He must have gone home to shower, then driven to my place. He'd had many chances to change his mind, but he hadn't. I let that knowledge surge through me.

His lips trailed a path over my stomach, then higher to my breasts. I loved his mouth on me. He spent time on each nipple until I was aching for him. He was careful not to lower himself so that we were touching yet. I had a feeling if his dick came anywhere near my entrance, he wouldn't be able to resist slipping inside.

While he sucked on my nipple, his fingers separated my folds, gathering the wetness, then slipping inside. I widened my legs and arched into his touch, needing more. I wanted him to fill me in the way only he could.

With his finger inside of me, his thumb pressing on my clit, and his hot mouth on my nipples, I was a goner. I didn't stand a chance against him. I shattered into a million pieces.

"You're so beautiful when you come." His tone was full of admiration.

I was hot all over. I reached for him, needing him. "Should we use a condom?"

"We don't need to. I trust you." Chance was the most trustworthy, responsible guy out there. He was the one who had to jump over this hurdle. It meant something to him to remove that barrier between us. "This is dangerous."

I stilled. "Physically or emotionally?"

"Both," he growled.

He braced himself over me, and I savored the closeness of this position. Other people complained about missionary position, but I enjoyed being able to see his face, to feel him pressing against my body.

I cupped his cheek. "We don't have to. Only if you're comfortable." I wanted to be a safe place for him. The one person he didn't have to worry about.

He kissed me, his dick finally nudging my entrance. I widened my knees and arched my hips to meet him. The tip slid inside, and unlike the first time, it was intentional. We both knew what we were doing. Whether this was temporary or not, our coming together meant something. This wasn't just a fling or a one-night stand. There was real emotion behind everything we did. Whether Chance wanted to acknowledge it or not.

He slid farther inside, and I moaned, loving the feel of his cock. He could be the one for me. My imagination was running wild despite my best efforts. I closed my eyes, intending to enjoy the feel of him.

Chance paused. "Look at me."

I opened my eyes to find him braced above me, his muscles tight, his gaze on me. "That's better. I want to see your eyes."

My eyes stung a little at that comment. When had anyone ever said anything like that to me? This was personal. Intimate.The opposite of what you did if you were just in it for the physical pleasure. It had to mean something to him too.

He moved effortlessly inside me, easily building me up to a second orgasm. He always knew the right angle to hit my G-spot. He lowered his head and kissed me as if he couldn't bear to be apart from me.

When my orgasm crashed over me, his mouth was still on mine. A second later, he shuddered as he gave into his as well. He gathered me to him and rolled to his side so that we faced each other. "I don't have to leave to get rid of the condom."

"It's a little messier though." I felt the stickiness on my thighs.

Chance surged up. "I'll get a washcloth."

Was there nothing this man didn't take care of? He returned with a warm washcloth and carefully cleaned me. He tossed it into my laundry basket, then turned over to me and said, "It's hot to see my release seeping out of you."

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