Page 10 of Give Me a Chance
NATALIE
“Glad to hear you hada lotof fun,” he spits out as soon as Anne and Noah are gone.
“Judging by what Noah said, I’m not the only one who had a lot of fun.” There’s a feeling deep in my chest I don’t have a name for.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t havethatmuch fun.” His tone is judging, poisonous—turning the feeling in my chest to rage.
“Where the hell do you get off?”
“Not making out with random bartenders, that’s for sure.” He bites back.
“Oh, sorry. Was it something I wasn’t supposed to do? Here I was, thinking I’m a goddamn grown woman, free to do whatever, with whoever I please.” Anger simmers inside of me, getting ready to burst.
“Yup. And you sure exercise that freedom.”
That’s it. He’s gone too far. I get up from the lounge chair, pushing a finger into his chest. I force eye contact and his gaze forces a breath out of me. His green eyes are dark with rage and something else. Hunger.
“I’m not sure what’re you implying, but I won’t let you talk to me that way.”
“Might as well go back to not talking to me at all.” He huffs.
“What do you want from me?” I command.
“What do I want from you?” A flash of hurt trickles into his gaze before his eyes darken more. Seconds tick by. “I’ll show you what I want from you.” His voice is suddenly barely above a whisper.
Before I know it, his lips are on mine, shameless and conquering. Arousal tingles deep in my core as he bites into my lower lip to make me open for him. His tongue explores my mouth, so sure and rough. So unlike the cool and collected Matt I know. My hands are all over him while his skilled hands travel from my hair down all the way to my ass. He grabs it, closing the space between us, rubbing me on his already hard cock.
I let out a whimper, and he breaks the kiss, breathing heavily.
“Are you drunk?” Here he is, Matt the gentleman.
“No.” I shake my head. “You?”
“Not anymore.” His lips are back on mine before they travel over my jaw to my neck. Inhaling my scent, he groans, the sound raising goosebumps on my skin.
“Did he kiss you like this?” I’m an independent, strong woman, not a fan of jealous types, but something about his possessive tone makes liquid pool between my legs.
“No.” My voice is quiet, but it’s true. No one has ever kissed me like Matt does, not that I’d admit it.
He lowers me to the lounge chair, never breaking the kiss. My nipples are trying to break free from the dress, and, luckily, he helps them, unzipping my dress and leaving me in only a skimpy, lace thong.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Is the last thing I hear before his mouth closes around my nipple, and I lose all sense of reality. His fingers play with the other while he sucks and tugs on it. Hehasn’t even touched my pussy, and I’m on the fast track to O-town.
He releases my nipple with a pop and takes off my thong with eager hands. Lowering down to his knees, he breathes cool air over my slit. My neglected pussy flutters for him.
“Did he get to lick this pretty little pussy?” A loud moan escapes me. Hearing dirty talk from this respectful, proper man is a kink I’ve just unlocked.
“No.” My voice is breathless and any oxygen I’ve inhaled escapes me when his mouth connects to my clit, sucking hard.
“Fuuuck.” My hands are quickly in his hair, keeping him where I need him. He smiles. The bastardsmilesat my reaction, continuing to eat out my pussy like he does it for a living.
I’m used to directing my partner’s moves so I can cross the finish line, but he doesn’t let me, leading me to it all on his own.
“Fuck, I don’t have a condom again.” He realizes just as I’m about to come, and I groan in frustration. The groan gets louder when I remember my purse, equipped with condoms at all times, is downstairs and this is too urgent to get it.
“I’m on the pill, and I always use condoms,” I say, my primitive brain quicker than the rational one. He wastes no time, ripping the buttons off his shirt and unbuttoning his pants, releasing his leaking erection.
“I haven’t fucked anyone since the last time we had sex.”
