Page 8 of Single Chance

He broke off from kissing me long enough to reach to his back and yank his shirt off, then tossed it to the floor too. I untied the annoying scarf around my neck and got rid of it just as he pulled the hem of my blouse out from my skirt. I helped him get it off me.

Chance’s gaze dropped to my light yellow plain-Jane bra. I’d had no thoughts of picking up a guy and bringing him to my room when I’d put it and the nonmatching pink bikini panties on. I didn’t really own anything sexy anymore anyway.

He didn’t seem to mind. He lowered his head and took the tip of my breast, bra and all, into his mouth as if he couldn’t wait long enough to get the bra off me.

I could feel the wet heat of his mouth through the thin fabric, but I wanted more of it. I reached behind me and flicked the clasp open, then let it slide down my arms, freeing the breast Chance was still suckling. He groaned and ran his tongue over my bare nipple, letting the lingerie fall to the floor.

His mouth had everything deep inside me contracting with hot, throbbing need. I arched into him, but it didn’t relieve anything. Too many clothes in the way. I went to work on his pants, unbuttoning them, unzipping, dipping my fingers inside to find him rock hard and jutting out of his underwear. He released my nipple, his head falling back.

I ran my fingers over his velvet-soft tip, eliciting another groan from him. Impatiently, needfully, I shoved his pants and boxer briefs down his thighs and wrapped my hand around his dick.

“Mmm,” I growled at the feel of his thickness in my hand. I stroked him, hoping to make his need as urgent as mine.

“Jesus, that feels incredible, Rowan.”

“Good,” I said with a smile, loving his reaction, particularly since I was so out of practice.

“It’s been a while.” He sucked my nipple into his mouth again, toying with the tip, drawing a gasp of pleasure from me.

“For me too,” I said on an exhale. “I don’t normally—” He plucked at my other nipple with his thumb and forefinger, the ecstasy of it cutting off my words. “I don’t usually do this.”

“I’m so fucking glad you are tonight.”

I was too, wholeheartedly. Whole-bodily. Every cell was screaming for him to fill me, to end the pulsing ache at my core.

“Right guy, right time,” I said, then caught my breath again as he worked magic on both of my nipples at the same time. I let go of him so I could undo my belt and get my skirt off as fast as humanly possible, which, with the things he was doing to my body, wasn’t fast enough.

As soon as he realized what I was doing, he helped. Within seconds, I was naked. He got rid of his shoes and pants, then pressed me up against the door with his body again, allowing me to feel every solid, bare inch of him against my skin.

He kissed a trail from my lips, down my chest, across both of my breasts, and lower. After circling my navel once, he went to his knees and trailed his tongue lower still, lifting one of my legs to his shoulder. When his mouth reached my center, I sucked in my breath, my legs going weak from the instant pleasure.

With one large hand supporting me at the hip, he used his other one, along with his mouth, to make me come in record time. I gripped his shoulders as my body contracted, calling out his name with a mix of incoherent words. He laved at me until I couldn’t take the sensations anymore and buckled forward into him.

He stood and scooped me up, then carried me to the bed. As I lay in the near dark, trying to get my bearings back, I heard him walk over to the door. He wasn’t leaving, was he?

Before I could ask, he returned. He crawled over me, supporting his weight with his arms, and found my mouth with his.

I felt his erection against my belly and clumsily reached for it, still catching my breath after he’d shot me to the stars. Chance caught my hand and angled himself to the side, resting his hip on the mattress.

When I heard the tearing of a condom packet, I understood what was going on.

“Good thinking,” I said, grinning.

I appreciated that one of us had our brain at least partially intact.

“I only have one, so we better make it good,” he said.

“Mmm, it’s going to be good.”

“No pressure, huh?” he said, smiling as he positioned himself over me again, teasing me with his erection brushing over my belly and lower.

The bar was ridiculously low, but I didn’t tell him that. He was already blowing my ever-loving mind.

He trailed kisses and nibbles along my jawline, taking his sweet time, even as he teased my center with his dick. Though it’d been less than five minutes since he’d given me an orgasm, my body responded electrically to every touch.

I grasped his sheathed length as best I could manage with him on top of me and guided him to my opening. He might think I needed time for my body to be ready again, but I was right there with him, aching to have him inside me.

When I angled my hips just right, he got the message and entered me. I let out a gasp at the feel of him, the size of him.

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