Chapter 30
CHAPTER
THIRTY
CHANEY
Later that evening, I pull Nova out on the back porch where Freyja and I secretly placed the mistletoe that was included as a bonus gift in the Christmas kit we ordered online. My sister and I played a game of rock, paper, scissors to see who’d be the first one to pucker up and kiss Nova.
I won, scissors cut paper. Inwardly, I giggle—which I hardly ever do because I’m not that kinda girl—because I knew that’s what she’d pick and I have been dreaming about wrapping my arms around his shoulders while placing my lips on his so I went with what I knew would win.
I’m finding that I’m a competitive person, which I would’ve never known had we not been rescued. I like to win, but I’m also a gracious loser. Sometimes that comes after a pout, but I’m always willing to shake my opponents hands.
Lights that were strung out here are flicked on, and as I glance over my shoulder, I see Freyja standing there at the light switch.
She gives me a thumbs up and scurries away.
A smile spreads along my face because she was giving me a romantic background setting, but not in an intrusive way. My sister is the best.
Nova’s eyes flick up and a solicitous grin encompasses his face, shooting tingles of want to travel throughout my entire body. “Are you trying to seduce me, Chaney?”
“In a way,” I tell him. “For now, I just want a kiss, Nova.”
Mischievously, he wiggles his eyebrows at me and leans over, pecking my cheek with a light graze of his lips. “Like that?”
I harrumph and narrow my eyes at him. “No.”
“No?” he asks, leaning back and staring deeply into my eyes, trying to gauge what my interest is. “What kind of kiss are you wanting, Chaney?”
“One like they do in the movies, Nova.”
“You’re not ready for a full assault, Chaney,” he warns me. “You’ve never kissed a man before and I don’t want to overwhelm you. Let’s take things slow, okay?”
“No, Nova,” I deny. “This is my dream, help me make it come true. Please.”
“You dream about kissing me?” he asks, a gleam of satisfaction and a small amount of smugness dancing in his eyes.
“Don’t you? Think about kissing me, that is,” I continue.
“That, and so much more,” he gloats. “I’d rather take things slow than go too fast and scare you away.”
I grab him by the lapels of his jacket and yank him to me. “Slow isn’t what I want or need,” I confess. “That’s not who I am.”
His hands grab my waist and he drags me toward him, lessening the small amount of distance that was between us to where our chests are touching.
“So I’ve learned,” he says, releasing a chuckle.
“It’s one of the things I like most about you, Chaney.
You take the bull by the horns and tackle any barrier in your way. ”
“It’s the only way I know how to be, Nova,” I confirm. “If I hadn’t been like that, Freyja and I would’ve starved and rotted away in that basement.”
“Your strength and know-how astounds me. You instinctively knew how to handle that jackass and came out on top. You never let your circumstances own you, and that is a remarkable trait which is why I know you’re going to excel in our line of business.
” After that compliment, he leans forward and places a chaste kiss on my mouth, sparks of awareness strum through me. “What do you know about kissing?”
“Not much. Only what I’ve seen and read,” I admit. “But I’m good at learning and pick things up quickly. Want to be my teacher, Nova?”
“A little role playing, huh?” he jokes. “I’d love to teach you everything, Chaney.”
“I can’t wait to learn,” I purr. “Starting now.” With my hands still holding onto his jacket for dear life, I lean up on my tiptoes and wait for him to meet me in the middle. “Please, Nova. Kiss me.”
One of his hands leaves my hip and grabs me by the nape of my neck, drawing me closer. “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, because once I get a taste of you, I’m never letting you go.”
“I don’t want you to let me go, I want you to keep me… forever,” I ascertain. “I’m yours, if you’ll have me.”
His eyes ignite with sexual prowess as he bends lower and tenderly rakes his lips across mine.
When I hum, he goes in for the kill by swiping his tongue across my bottom lip before inserting it in my mouth and touching mine.
As if I’ve been shocked by a livewire, my instincts take over and my tongue begins dueling with his.
It becomes a game of superiority and dominance—who owns who more.
A moan escapes him as he drags me closer, lifting me up and guiding my legs around his hips.
He walks us over to the glass door that separates the outside from the inside and presses my back against it.
The coolness of the glass seeps through my coat, but I don’t feel anything but him.
When he pulls back, his eyes are laden and if I were looking in the mirror, I’m sure mine are the same. “If we don’t stop now, things are going to progress and I’m not sure either one of us is ready for that.”
“The hardness pressing into me says you’re lying, Nova,” I declare, bravely reaching down between us and cupping his dick. “I ache for you.”
“I’m so wound up that I’m afraid I’ll hurt you If I give you what you’re asking for, Chaney,” he acknowledges. “If I were to take you right now, it wouldn’t be slow and sensual, it’d be hard, fast, and packed with pent-up, lustful frustration.”
“Pain doesn’t scare me, Nova. It’ll be a pinch in comparison to what I’ve experienced. I need you, Nova. I need your touch, your guidance, and I need to feel you buried deep inside of me.”
“You better be one-hundred percent sure, Chaney, because once we go there, it’s like an arrow, once you shoot it, there’s no calling it back.”
“Then be my bow, Nova, because I’m sure. I don’t need to think about it because it’s all I’ve thought about. I want that connection with you. Don’t make me beg, Nova, because I’m desperate enough that I will.”
“I’ll never make you beg for my attention, Chaney. You want me, you’ve got me.”
Just like my favorite scene in a movie, he shuffles me around, swinging my legs to where his arm is underneath them, carrying me bridal style into the house. He uses his backside to open and close the sliding door, locking it with his elbow once it’s been slid back into place and shut.
With my arms wound around his neck, I lean in and begin placing sporadic kisses along his nape. He shivers which has me grinning like a lovesick fool. He sprints toward the bedroom, and as we enter it, my belly dips.
Need and want overrides any anxiousness I have.
The only thing I’m worried about is disappointing him.
Like I truthfully told him before, being on the other side of pain was an everyday event in my life, I don’t fear it, and it doesn’t phase or deter me like it would most. I don’t feel it or react to it like others do.
“I’m going to let you lead, Chaney. I’ll take my cues from you,” Nova states as he lowers me to the ground to where I’m standing on my own two feet.
“I don’t want to lead, Nova,” I argue, swallowing past the mountainous lump in my throat. Worried about how he’ll react to what I have to say to him next. “I want to be directed. Possessed. Owned.”
He takes a giant step back, assessing me from head to toe before his entire demeanor changes. He goes from a relaxed stance to one full of authority. “Strip,” he orders. “Don’t leave a stitch of clothing on your body. Once you’re done, crawl up onto the bed and lay flat on your back.”
I release a heavy breath and begin disrobing.
Excited butterflies flutter in my belly as each article of clothing is tossed to the side and he all but devours me with his eyes.
When I get down to my panties, I take my time, seductively sliding them down my legs with a twinkle of defiance in my eyes.
“You’re playing with fire,” he cautions me, divesting himself of his cut, neatly folding it in half and laying on the edge of the dresser. “And now, you’re going to get burned.”