Page 24 of Header

Tori moaned against Chance’s lips as his hands tangled in her hair. They were making out on her sofa like a couple of teenagers and she couldn’t remember being this excited about a kiss in her life.

She wanted more, though. So much more.

“Come upstairs with me,” she rushed out before she could change her mind.

Chance backed away and held her gaze. “What about Emmett?” he asked.

“Other side of the hall,” she told him. “We just need to be quiet.”

He tilted his head and she knew he was working out if this was a good idea or not. He must have decided because he pecked a kiss on her nose before standing, pulling her with him.

“If you change your mind or I go too far, let me know and I won’t be upset. Promise me?” Chance said at the bottom of the stairs.

She appreciated his concern for her, but she wasn’t worried about wanting him to stop, more about not wanting him to stop. This was incredibly unlike her but she wanted him and needed to act on it.

They turned at the top of the stairs and she poked her head in to make sure Emmett was sleeping. He was softly snoring and she quietly closed his door all the way before heading to the end of the hall to her room.

“He fell asleep fast,” Chance commented as she closed the door.

“He can keep going all day but the second he lays down, he’s out,” she told him.

“I’ll bet. I wish I had his energy.”

“We all do.”

“Let me see what I can do with the energy I do have, though,” he teased.

Tori laughed and turned on a lamp by the bedside before returning to the door and locking it. Emmett would be unlikely to wake up, but she didn’t want him traumatized if he did.

“Come here,” Chance said.

She went to him and he put his hands back in her hair. Brushing up against him, she arched up, searching for his mouth.

“Are you sure?” he asked again.

“You’re starting to make me think you’re not,” she told him.

“Never that,” he laughed.

Chance backed away and tore his t-shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. Tori licked her lips as she looked at his tattoos. She’d fantasized about seeing them up close and now here she was.

Reaching out, she ran a finger over his chest as she studied them. “I’ve always wanted to see these up close,” she told him.

Chance groaned as she studied them. The light was dim, but she could see the ink. She explored his tanned and toned chest for as long as he could tolerate.

He grabbed her wrists, stopping her. “My turn,” he growled.

Tori backed away and pulled her own shirt up and over her head. Chance watched her every movement and she felt empowered by his reactions. Reaching behind herself, she unclasped her bra, slowly pulling the straps from her shoulders.

It took only a second for Chance to react, laying her down on the bed. His hands were on her, squeezing, kneading her breasts. Tori reached for a pillow, throwing it over her head as she fought back moans.

Chance took one nipple into his mouth and sucked. She whimpered and held the pillow tighter. He quickly moved to the other, doing the same and she felt the heat pool between her legs. If he stopped now, she’d never recover.

“Do you like that?” Chance whispered.

Tori pulled the pillow back and glared at him.

He chuckled. His hands slid lower until they reached the waistband of her jeans. With one finger, he skirted just inside of the band before unbuttoning them and backing off her to pull them free.