Chance Encounter(39)

Which left her standing outside in the bright morning sun, wearing nothing but an uncertain smile and white cotton panties. She’d forgotten that an adventuress would probably have invested in sexy lingerie.

He hooked his thumbs under the elastic.

Stricken with a sudden sense of modesty, she put her hands over his. What was she doing? She tried to pull him back up, but he was unbudgeable. “Um…Chance?”

He slowly tugged on the only scrap of material covering her.

“I’m thinking that maybe this isn’t— Oh, my,” she gasped as his tongue swirled over her hipbone. “I’m not sure—” This time she broke off with a moan as he took a little bite out of her, but when she could draw a breath, she gamely tried again. “It’s…a little breezy out here.”

“I’ll keep you warm,” he promised.

Okay, he’d keep her warm.

Her embarrassment didn’t stand a chance of maintaining itself, not when he slowly dragged her panties down, past her thighs, her knees…gone. He let out a moan at the sight of her, and his head bent to his task as he gently guided her legs farther apart so he could touch her with his fingers, opening her to him so that he could kiss her…there.

She let out a surprised cry that was actually little more than a whimper, and sank her fingers into his hair, thinking he shouldn’t, she shouldn’t— But his tongue stroked, claimed, teased, tormented and performed the most magical sweet torture she’d ever experienced.

And somehow she ended up tugging him closer.

Against her, he groaned and gripping her hips, holding her still while his greedy tongue took over her world. She trembled, she cried out, she went utterly, utterly still, holding back with every ounce of control she had.

“Come for me,” he coaxed in the sexiest voice she’d ever heard.

“I can’t,” she said without thinking.

It was his turn to go still, and he looked up at her with dark, dark eyes. “You’ve never?”

“I— Well—”

“Ally?”

She closed her eyes, a light breeze dancing over her bare skin, as she admitted the embarrassing truth. “Only…you know…by myself.”

She felt him staring up at her. “Are you telling me Thomas never—”

She managed to look at him, blushing wildly under his intensely heated expression. “He was usually…in a hurry.”

“And before him?”

“No one,” she whispered.

Chance ran his gaze slowly over her very naked body, his eyes flaring with heat. “Since he was an idiot, and you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, let’s surmise it was his failing, not yours.”

“I don’t know, I—”

“Trust me on this, sweetheart. Trust me. In fact, let me start all over…right here—”

Her breath caught at the barely there touch of his fingers on her skin.

“And here…”

His thumb was featherlight, and on the one spot that could make her instantly hot and trembly. “Chance?”

“Right here, Ally.”

Such soft, slow strokes, she couldn’t control the rocking of her hips.

“And this, what do you think of this…?” His fingers were magic, firmer now, and in a rhythm that matched her pulse, gliding in and out of her wetness, in and out…

At her low, needy cry, he let out a rough groan. “Yeah, you like that. Come for me, Ally, come for me…”

That simply, she shattered. She would have fallen to the ground in a weak, trembling, boneless heap if he hadn’t surged to his feet and caught her, holding her upright. Though she could hardly see, much less breathe, she blinked at him, stunned. Exposed. Aching and yearning.

“More,” he whispered, “I want more of you.”

“Yes,” was all she could say, and then his mouth was on hers, his hands on her skin. She felt a blinding stroke of intense need, a need so violent she thought she would die if it wasn’t met, even after the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life.

Unable to just stand there and receive, she tore at his jeans, fumbling, but it didn’t matter. He helped her, and not nearly soon enough, his jeans were opened and a condom was in place. Lifting her off the ground, bracing her against the tree—their tree now—he sank into her, his quiet “oh yeah” echoing in her mind. She cried out his name, she couldn’t help it, it was so powerful, the pleasure so perfect, all she could do was hold on for dear life as he filled her body, mind and soul.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded in a rough, thrilling whisper. “Like that, just like that.” His hands weren’t any more steady than hers, and it filled her with such a sense of feminine power, she nearly came again from just the look on his face.

Then he moved, oh how he moved. His big body pressed her into the tree as he thrust into her, pumping his hips until she quivered and shuddered, over and over again. Then he was coming, too, powerfully, triggering another helpless response from her.

Afterwards, he softly breathed her name as they slumped together against the tree. He was still holding her, and while his heart rate slowed, his mouth found the spot where her jaw and neck met.

Clinging to him for balance, Ally was dazed, sated and quite possibly glowing with satisfaction, especially when they stayed like that for a long, long time, together in a way she hadn’t imagined possible. Then, eventually, he released her so that she slowly slid down his body, and sensitive as her flesh was, her body tightened again, at the mere feel of him.