Page 88 of Single Chance

I was more than okay with it.

I stretched up, kissed him, and whispered, “Let’s go.”

He tugged me behind him and flipped the light off as he hurried for the stairs, not that I needed tugging. I loved the feel of his hand though, his larger, stronger fingers surrounding mine.

At the top of the stairs, he didn’t hesitate. He took a right and led me into his bedroom. Once he’d shut the door behind us, he turned on the lamp on his nightstand as I pulled my tunic-style shirt over my head.

“I’ve regretted not seeing you last time,” he said as he came toward me.

“I don’t quite look the same as I did on New Year’s Eve.” I touched my belly. He probably couldn’t tell the difference, but I could, especially when I tried to wear jeans. I’d opted for leggings tonight because they stretched over my extra curves.

“You look beautiful.” He busied himself unbuttoning his shirt, but his eyes didn’t leave my body as I kicked off my boots and peeled my leggings down my legs.

I shoved my socks off with them, then stood in nothing but my lavender lace bra and underwear. They matched and were nearly new thanks to my boobs getting bigger and requiring me to go shopping.

“Gorgeous,” Chance said, closing the space between us.

He’d unbuttoned his jeans and removed his shoes, looking delectable with his fit, solid upper body bared, a line of hair trailing down his muscled abdomen and disappearing beneath his jeans.

Instead of taking off the rest of his clothes, he ran his hands over me, down my back, over my butt, to my upper thighs, up again. He stepped back enough to peer at my belly and caressed it. Just a single reverent brush of his hand over my admittedly small, not-really-showing-yet belly. Before I could let the tenderness of that gesture sink in, he palmed my breast with one hand and reached behind me to unfasten my bra with the other. I shrugged it to the floor.

My nipples were so sensitive that just his breath fluttering over one of them made me gasp and arch closer to his mouth. When he closed his lips over the tip, I felt a tight, hollow pull at my core.

“Chance,” I gasped out.

“Mm-hmm?”

“Get your clothes off.”

“How about you get them off for me?”

He’d barely gotten the words out before I slid my hands down the inside back of his jeans and underwear, over his perfect butt, taking both layers of fabric down at once. He growled and moved to the edge of the bed, then lowered himself to the mattress, yanking his pants the rest of the way off.

As I stepped between his knees, he slid my panties down my legs, his gaze at the apex of my thighs making me burn lava-hot as I stepped out of them. He grasped my butt with both hands, kneading my cheeks as he roved his gaze upward and made eye contact. “If anything doesn’t feel right,” he said as I straddled him, my knees on either side of his hips, his dick teasing me, “we stop.”

“The only thing that doesn’t feel right is that you’re not inside me.”

“You better do something about that then,” he said with a sexy smirk.

He palmed my breast and brought it to his mouth. The way he flicked his tongue over my nipple drew a gasp from me and intensified the hollow, needful ache between my legs.

“Condom?” I managed to ask.

He met my eyes with a grin. “So you don’t get pregnant?” He swirled his tongue around the very tip of my nipple. “I’m clean.”

“Me too,” I said as I wrapped my hand around his shaft and lined him up with my entrance. In the next breath, I joined our bodies, impaling myself, letting out a slow moan at the delicious sensation.

Chance’s head fell back, a look of ecstasy on his face that gave me the last bit of confidence I needed.

I ground my hips into him, watching his lust-heavy eyes, learning what he liked most, with the single goal of making him lose control. His hands were all over me, his talented fingers making it hard for me to keep my gaze locked on him. I’d neverhad a man look me in the eyes as we made love. The depth of the connection I felt with him was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

I sought out his mouth, wanting to taste him again, craving the feel of his hungry lips locking with mine, devouring me.

When he angled his body up and thrust harder into me, palming my butt with both hands, I threw my head back at the exquisite feel of his onslaught. My attempts to make him lose control were backfiring. I couldn’t think straight and stopped trying, merely holding on and riding him like a crazed, insatiable woman.

“Take what you need,” he said in a sexy, growly command. “Come for me, Rowan.”

I shifted my legs to cross them behind his back, our bodies moving as one to a frantic, escalating rhythm. He banded one arm around me, holding me tightly, and pinched and teased my nipple with his other hand.

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