Page 75 of Wanted
“I acted on my worst instincts in that shop,” I tell him. “But I know I would do it all over again if given the opportunity. She doesn’t deserve to be anywhere near you.”
I lean into him and press a kiss to the center of his chest before peering at him so our eyes meet again.
“I hate her for even thinking something so idiotic about you and I still want to claw her eyes out for it. No one talks about you like that in front of me,” I tell him.
Then I surprise myself when I lift onto my tiptoes and press a kiss just beneath his earlobe.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper with my lips pressed against his skin. The words he’s told me more than once, I give back to him.
Even though I know Chance couldn’t have heard what I said, a full-body shiver courses through him as if he did hear. And as if my words had as massive an impact over him as he has over me.
A rush of air escapes me when I find my back pushed against the wall of the cave.
Chance’s lips are on me before I have time to catch my breath. His body presses me against the wall while his kiss steals the air from my lungs again. Without thinking, my fingers press into his chest, my nails digging into the skin on his chest. Not in an attempt to get away.
Quite the opposite.
I need to be closer to him. I want to feel his skin against my bare skin. The desire burns so deeply inside of my core that I feel as if I’ll go up into flames if I don’t have him.
Chance must feel the same because the way he strips me out of my shirt, bra and pants in record time is nothing short of feral.
He strips me down like he’s waited centuries for this moment.
Chance surprises me again when he lifts me, forcing my legs around his waist and carries me to a large boulder at the center of the cave. All while maintaining the kiss.
The softness of his lips is a total contrast to the rest of his rock hard body. Yet, their insistence is just as fervent as his thickness that stabs against my belly as he places me down.
“No,” I call out when he moves away once he’s placed me on the boulder.
“Shshsh,” he insists, capturing both of my wrists in one of his hands. He forces my arms above my head as he leans over me. “Don’t move while I taste what belongs to me.”
His words cause another eruption of moisture to spring from my most intimate place.
But that’s nothing to what happens when Chance rips the cotton panties I’m wearing to shreds, completely exposing my core to him. He doesn’t hesitate as he wraps his arms underneath my knees and spreads my legs wide.
Just like that first night in his bed, he eats me out like my pussy is his most savored treat.
“Chance, that feels so good,” I pant, the words feeling as if they’re being ripped from my throat. I want him to know that what he’s doing is bringing me pleasure.
I start to say it again but then stop myself, remembering.
He can’t hear me.
But then he uses his tongue to ring my clit and I yell out in pleasure, my back arching against the boulder. Despite thehardness of this makeshift bed, there’s no pain or discomfort anywhere.
All there is, is Chance between my legs, bringing me bliss that I’ve never known with any other man.
A deep sensation of pleasure starts deep in my core, quickly making its way up my spine. I can’t hold in my scream as the orgasm takes over my entire body.
My toes curl and I dig my heels into Chance’s back, just realizing he’s thrown my legs over his shoulders for better access.
Having this man on his knees, in front of me, working so hard to bring me pleasure has me drunk with power and the all-consuming possessiveness that overtook me back in that stationery store.
The back of my mind tells me that I’m behaving too wanton, too wild, too much like an animal in heat.
Aren’t I one though?
That thought isn’t given time to settle when Chance moves up from between my legs. He drops my legs to his waist at the same time he lines himself up against my entrance.