“No.”
He presses his hips against mine, letting me feel the bulge in his jeans and I moan, fighting back the “yes” that desperately wants to spill from my lips.
“Don’t you want me, Princess?” he teases in my ear and I’m too turned on to even give a damn that he called me princess again. Gripping his shirt in my fists, I roll my hips against him and he groans. He leans in and kisses my neck before whispering, “Give me what I want.”
I shudder, as he drags his tongue up the side of my neck, and nod. “Okay.”
He steps back, a wide grin on his face as he adjusts himself and I grip the counter behind me, my head dizzy with desire. Damn him! I had no intention of giving into his rule but then he gives me the best damn kiss of my life and I was weak.
“Anything else?” I spit, annoyed but my anger lacks passion, like maybe I always wanted to give into him.
He smirks. “No.”
“Then, I think it’s time for you to leave.”
His smile falls and I resist the urge to giggle, pleased I got the upper hand again. “What?” he asks.
“I’ve had a long, shitty day and I can’t do this right now, so I need you to leave.”
Today’s date flashes in my head again and I turn away from him, taking a deep breath. This was a terrible idea. I should have shut the door in his face when he showed up here. It’s hard enough to resist the things he makes me feel on my best day and it’s clearly impossible now.
As he closes the space between us, I turn to face him and he cradles my cheek in his hand again. “You’re not lying, are you?”
“No, I’m not lying,” I reply, meeting his eyes and letting him see a glimpse of how totally fucked-up I am. He studies me for a second before nodding and pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“I’ll come over tomorrow after you get off work.”
I shake my head. “I’ll call you.”
He smirks, nodding, but I can tell by the look on his face I will see him tomorrow no matter what I say. Leaning down, he presses his lips to mine again as my body molds to his. He hums in approval before pulling away and planting a few more quick kisses against my lips like he’s finding it hard to leave. I know the feeling. When he finally steps back, his gaze travels over my face before he smiles and trails his thumb over my bottom lip.
“See you tomorrow, Princess.”
* * * *
Chance leans in, kissing my neck slowly like he’s savoring me and I arch my back, trying to get just a little closer to him. His hand skates up my side gently. The featherlight touch sends fire licking across my skin as his lips crash into mine, tearing me apart as much as he’s building me up. My fingers skirt over his chest and the defined muscles there before venturing lower and dragging along the little line of hair leading to the button on his jeans.
“Go on, Princess. Take ‘em off,” he growls against my lips and a needy little sound slips out of my mouth as I pop the button. He peppers kisses up my jaw to my ear and nips at it as a shiver zips down my back. Suddenly, his weight is gone and I cry out.
“Chance?” I ask, reaching out in the bed next to me as my eyes flutter open. Cold sheets greet me and I grab the pillow next to me, slamming it down on my face and screaming out my frustration as I kick my legs against the mattress. My clit throbs and my breasts ache with the desperate need for release. I’m not even out of this damn bed yet and I know it will be another long day.
My mind drifts back to yesterday and the kiss I replayed in my mind all night long before I remember the card and check in my trash can. Growing up, I didn’t have friends. Not really, anyway. What I had were people who pretended to like me and accept me as long as it suited them. Maybe it was because they were bored and lacking attention at home or maybe because of their parents’ absence, they had been hurt and twisted up until they truly were just that cruel. I honestly don’t know and I don’t like to dwell on it. All they cared about was how they could use me to get what they wanted and not one person ever stopped to think about how their actions would affect me. I was just an object to them, a toy to be played with and discarded when I wasn’t all bright and shiny anymore.
With another sigh, I sit up and grab my phone, trying to push those thoughts out of my mind before it drags me down into yet another awful mood. The notification light blinks on my phone and Chance’s name on the screen has me smiling.
Chance:
Good morning, gorgeous. What time do you get
off work today?
Me:
Around five but I have plans.
Smirking, I reread my text before pushing send. I know Chance thinks he’s won but there is no way in hell I’m giving in easily. I was serious when I told him this wouldn’t be more than sex—even if I agreed to not sleep with anyone else. When the time comes, I’ll cut him loose even if it kills me because the cost of trying to be with him is much too high.
Setting my phone back on the nightstand, I crawl out of bed and strip off my tank top and panties as I walk into my spacious master bath and turn on the shower. Gingerly stepping in, the hot water hits my sensitive skin and I let out a breathy moan as the ache between my thighs returns with a vengeance. I close my eyes and I’m right back in my dream with Chance as he kisses a path up my neck and my hand slips between my legs. Leaning my shoulders back against the tile wall, I rub my finger over my clit, imagining his hand trailing over my body and his teeth sinking into my skin. I can almost feel him, like he’s really here with me under the hot spray and I pinch my nipple with my other hand, my body begging for release. I’m already so close. With the image of him pressing his lips to mine and his fingers trailing a whisper light touch down my neck and over my chest, I explode. My hand slips into my hair and I grip a chunk of it as my body bucks with an orgasm that wasn’t nearly as satisfying as I had hoped.
After a moment, I sigh, pushing off the wall and busying myself with washing my hair as I try not to think about the fact that I would much rather have the real thing in here with me right now. Not once have I ever dreamed about any of the guys I’m hooking up with or thought about them while I took care of myself. It’s all so brand new and more than a little scary but something about him is impossible to ignore.
Why is he so different?
As I shut off the water and step out of the shower, I promise myself I’ll do better today, be stronger, and not allow him to get to me so much. I can and I will keep this arrangement between us casual.
With new resolve, I wrap a towel around my body before going back into the bedroom. Sunlight streams in through the large windows that cover the east wall of the room and I sigh as it warms my skin, a smile teasing my lips. I take one last look at the city of Baton Rouge laid out below me in the warm morning light before turning and walking into my closet. Thumbing through the racks of clothes quickly, I grab my favorite pencil skirt and a light pink button up blouse. After getting dressed, I walk back into my room and pick out jewelry when a flashing light on my phone catches my eye. As I saunter over to the bedside table, I anticipate Chance’s reply and a smile teases my lips. He doesn’t disappoint.
Chance:
Yeah, you sure as shit do have plans, Princess.