Page 20 of Final Chance At Love (Chance At Love Duet 2)

He sat next to me and gently lifted my chin. His face was close to mine, so close that I could almost feel his lips brush against mine. Almost… just not quite.

“Wouldn’t it help to talk about it?” he asked in a whisper, looking at my lips.

“We can talk about it tomorrow.” As much as it scared me, I actually meant it. I wanted to share more of myself with him. I wanted him to like all of me… my faults, my weaknesses, my strengths, and my body. “After what happened this weekend, I don’t want to think about Jack. Or anyone else, just us.”

“Besides, did you bring me here to talk, Kristoff?” My voice was seductive. I wanted to forget the last two days and every ghost from my past. I wanted to get lost in his body as he showed me what my body was capable of feeling.

“No.” His eyes burned. He took my glass of wine and put it on a coffee table closest to him.

Then his lips touched mine, and all thoughts flew out of my head. It felt so right being kissed by him, being close to him. I loved the taste of him; it tasted like home. I felt him licking my lips, forcing my mouth to open for him. I complied, a moan of pleasure escaping from my throat. He broke off the kiss, taking my throat with his mouth, sucking and ravaging down to the top of my breasts. He fumbled with my clothes and removed them all in a hurry.

Kneeling in front of me, he ran his hands along my breasts, then pulled my tightly budded nipples into his mouth, one and then the other. He trailed the kisses downward, circling the hollow of my navel with his tongue. I gasped at the sensation and arched my back for more.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered into me, the heat from his breath causing me to quiver underneath him. He used his mouth to torture me, licking and lapping as I moaned and arched into him. I felt his thumb on my clit, as his mouth worked the center of my sex. I bucked beneath him, my movements becoming more tense and jagged. He sped up his rhythm, wrapping one hand around my bottom and squeezing lightly without pulling away from me.

“Kristoff,” his name left my lips on a breathless whisper.

He lifted me from the couch and walked to the front of the fireplace, gently laying me down on the fur rug in front of it. I leaned forward taking the length of his cock into my hand, stroking it slowly. My insides quivered in anticipation and desire for him. His every touch burned my skin and ignited my desire further.

“Fuck,” he grunted as he flipped me around. “I need to be inside you.”

He lifted me on all fours, giving him access to my pussy from behind. He entered me with a forceful thrust, and a soft moan escaped my lip.

“Yes,” the words left my lips on a sigh. It felt amazing having him inside of me. I wanted more of him. There was nothing that mattered right now, just him and I.

He held my hips and pulled me back, bringing me as close to him as possible, as he sank deeper and deeper inside me. I felt his lips on my neck from the back, running his hands up and down my back as I ground against him, our pace quickening.

I felt so close to my climax. He whispered in my ear. “Not yet, beautiful.”

He thrust harder and harder, deeper into me. My body started shaking, on the verge. He flipped me around and brought me up to face him. He filled me, exploding into me and we both rode the wave into our climax together. He collapsed on top of me and smiled as I wrapped my arms around him, nuzzling his neck.

As our labored breathing evened out, he finally spoke up.

“I should have taken you to my bed first,” he murmured against my ear, his arms still wrapped around me.

I smiled and kissed his cheek. “That would have probably been wiser since I am too tired to move now.”

He held me gently; his hands roamed over my back slowly, playing with my hair. With my head resting on his shoulder, I felt content, as his hands continued roaming my back. We remained like that for hours it seemed. My body was relaxed in his arms, and I could feel my eyelids growing heavy.

“I’ll carry you to bed.” His voice was gentle and low, barely a whisper.

“We can’t go through your house naked,” I replied in a sleepy voice. “Correction, you can but I can’t… I’ll get dressed.”

He rose, pulled his pants on in the blink of an eye, and before I had a chance to collect my underwear, bra, and dress all over the library floor, he put a light blanket over my shoulder and picked me up in his arms.

“Kristoff,” I protested. “I can walk. There is no need for you to strain carrying me.”

He pinched my butt, continuing up his large hallway and the grand staircase. “You better not even dare say I’m too old.”

I chuckled. “I would never call you old...”

“Teaser,” he took my earlobe between his teeth. I felt desire stir within me, but I was also too tired emotionally and physically to follow through. He walked into a large bedroom, soft motion lights coming on as soon as we entered. He went straight for his large, king-size bed.

“Kristoff,” I started wiggling in his arms. “I need to brush my teeth at least before we go to bed.”

“Ok,” he answered. “I have some spare toiletry supplies in the bathroom in a pink bag. They are all your favorite products.”

I raised an eyebrow. “And how do you know what my favorite products are? Kind of stalkerish.”

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