“Even though I know you’re just trying to piss me off… it’s still working. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the day we met, Carly, and I’m willing to play by your rules if you play by mine.” He trails the tip of his finger down my side where the dress is showing off plenty of skin and I suck in a breath. “So, tell the truth, do you want me?”
My dream from this morning flashes in my mind and my desire returns tenfold. He already knows the answer to the damn question, but he will make me say it anyway like the way my body is leaning back into his or the way all the air is punching out of my chest isn’t enough.
“Why do you think you’re still here?” I grit out, my legs trembling as he gently presses his lips to my neck in a kiss that’s meant to make me lose my damn mind.
“That’s not a yes, Princess.”
I nod. “It’s not a no, either.”
“That’s not good enough,” he rasps, his patience running thin. It takes everything in me to stop myself from flashing a victorious grin but there is no way in hell I’m letting him win this game.
“It’s the best you’re going to get.”
With a loud growl, his hands lock onto my hips and he spins me around, allowing the fridge door to close before pushing my back against it.
“You have got to be the most stubborn, infuriating woman I’ve ever met,” he snaps, his nose pressed against mine and the scent of his cinnamon gum fills my nose.
“Get used to it, baby.”
He holds my gaze for a moment, his pale green eyes filled with a fire that ignites one in me but I’m not willing to back down. No matter how much my legs are shaking right now. Without warning, his lips crash down on mine, all aggression and raw, unrestrained need. It completely sweeps me up and I’m a goner. A moan slips out of my mouth and my legs give out. I’m saved from crashing down to the floor by his arm slipping around my waist and I thread my fingers together behind his head. He grabs my leg and pulls it up to his waist as the fabric slips back, revealing my bare thigh.
“If you want to keep this dress, I suggest you get it off. Quickly,” he whispers against my lips, his voice rough and demanding. Leaning up on my toes to kiss him again, I reach behind and slip the zipper down my back, letting the dress fall off my shoulders. He glances down and hisses a curse when he realizes I’m completely naked pressed up against him. Reaching down, he hooks my legs and lifts me into the air, letting me take control of the kiss as I flick my tongue against his and he hums in approval.
“Bedroom?” He doesn’t pull away as he asks his question, almost like it’s an afterthought and he would be perfectly happy to fuck me on the kitchen floor. I can’t say I’m opposed to the idea either. A shiver twists down my spine as I pull away.
“Around the corner.” I point to one side of the kitchen and he nods as he takes long strides across the marble tile floors, intent on getting me in a bed as quickly as he can. He consumes me with his mouth again, dragging me into the depths of pleasure and somehow gets us into my bedroom before pulling away.
“Nice view,” he murmurs, nodding to the large windows that show off the twinkling lights of Baton Rouge below us. “Although, it’s got nothing on you.” He glances down my body, still in his hold and I shake my head.
“Flattery will not work with me.”
Smirking, he moves to the edge of my king-sized bed and drops me onto my back, caging me in before I even get the chance to sit up.
“Liar,” he whispers, his warm breath caressing my skin just as thoroughly as his hands and my eyes flutter closed as the sensations overwhelm me. Warm lips press against my flesh and a breathy moan slips out of my mouth as my body arches off the bed toward him.
“Why do you still have clothes on?” I growl when I rub up against his t-shirt. I want to feel him, his heat, as he covers me with his body. His soft chuckle forces my eyes open and I lose myself in his gaze.
“Maybe I like seeing you like this. No, scratch that. I fucking love it.”
“Sadist,” I accuse and his face splits into a grin as his eyes shine with amusement.
“I’m just trying to make you feel good, Princess,” he teases, taunting me as he trails the tip of his finger over my nipple. I shudder. When he changes direction and goes back up over the same spot again, I damn near lose my mind. Unable to take the torture any longer, I slip my hands under his shirt and hum when my fingertips meet the solid muscle of his stomach before travelling up. His eyes close and the smile never leaves his face as I explore his body for a moment before I pull the shirt over his head.
“There. That’s better.”
“I’m beginning to think you just want me for my body.”
My only response is a shrug and a devious little grin. He scoffs, trying to pretend like he’s offended but the look of amusement never leaves his gaze.
“You know, Princess, fucking the sense right out of your head is only one of my many, many talents. Maybe you should dig a little deeper.”
I unbuckle his belt as I glance up and meet his gaze. “That’s yet to be seen. Why don’t you worry about doing the first one right before we broach the subject of your other skills?”
“I think it’s time to shut you up,” he practically snarls as he stands up and unbuttons his jeans. Propping myself up on my elbows, I can’t take my eyes off him as he kicks his jeans off and stands in front of me naked. I lick my lips and my gaze drops to his cock as he takes it in his hand and strokes it, his eyes burning a hole through me.
“Stand up,” he orders and I scramble to my feet, more amenable than I was only moments ago. Something about the way he’s taking control right now makes me want to please him. Plus, watching him stroke his impressive length as he turns me into a helpless puddle of goo with just his eyes is impossible to ignore. When I stand in front of him, he releases his cock and slides a hand into my hair as he pulls me forward and claims my lips in a kiss that screams ownership. I should pull away but even as my mind is urging me to do so, I’m leaning closer because every cell in my body feels like it’s exploding with desire and I can’t stop this wild ride he seems to be taking us on.
“Chance,” I whimper as he tightens his grip in my hair and trails hot kisses down my neck.
“Fuck, Princess. Say my name again.”
I shake my head. “Only if you earn it.”
His growl vibrates against my ear as his teeth sink into my skin and I cry out, gripping his biceps to keep myself upright. “Oh, I’ll earn it, baby. You’ve been talking a whole lot of shit tonight and now you get to reap what you sow.”
“Big talk,” I whisper but my words lack conviction because I’m dangling on the edge of a cliff, desperate for him to catch me. It’s a position I haven’t found myself in for a long time and it would piss me off if my body wasn’t filled with so much need. Damn whatever repercussions there may be. I’ll deal with them when this is over because I already know there is no walking away from Chance. Even if I could. Even if I wanted to, he would never let me.
He guides me back down to the bed and pushes on my shoulder until I’m laying back with my legs hanging over the edge and when I meet his eyes, he smiles. “This is even better than I imagined and believe me, baby, I’ve been picturing this very thing since the moment I first saw you.”