Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Two
Z oey wasn’t sure just what was happening to her. Never had she felt this electrified, emboldened, and out of control. Her brain was filling with all sorts of intimate, passionate, and arousing thoughts. Whenever he kissed her, it was as if he’d lit a powder keg between her legs. If he continued to take her mouth this way, she would incinerate. She knew the moment he’d eased her onto the bed and when his warm, hot, muscular body covered hers. Sensations swamped her body while, at the same time, sexual excitement curled in her stomach.
Suddenly, he broke off the kiss, leaned back, and stared at her as if seeing her for the first time. “Chance, is anything wrong?”
He reached out and cupped her face in his hands. “No, baby. Nothing is wrong.” He kissed her again, taking her mouth like his need for survival depended on it. He released his hands from her face and began caressing every inch of her body. She particularly liked how he was fondling her breasts, making the nipples harden against his hand and mouth.
She couldn’t stop her moans when he shifted his body to begin kissing a path down her stomach, and then his face was right there between her legs. She almost screamed at the first intimate touch of his tongue inside of her. She heard a clap of thunder, and rain was still coming down hard, but nothing could take her mind away from the way Chance was making love to her with his tongue. She fought back another scream when he clutched her hips to bring her more firmly against his mouth.
Her body came apart from top to bottom. Screaming his name, she surrendered her mind, body, and soul to the sensations that ripped through her almost nonstop. Never had she shared an orgasm this intense, one of this magnitude, that shook the very foundation this cabin was sitting on. It took a moment for her to breathe again. When she felt Chance ease from the bed, she opened her eyes and watched him get a condom from his wallet and sheath himself.
She’d never seen a man do that before and thought it was the most erotic thing to watch. His body was manly, and he was so muscular and well-endowed. She noticed a battle scar on his right hip and knew he had gotten it protecting his country. That made her proud of him.
Returning to bed, he drew her into his arms and kissed her in a way that had her panting. When he eased her back against the pillows, she reached out and rubbed her hands through the thick hair on his chest, loving the way it felt against her fingers. He leaned in and kissed her.
When he released her mouth, she said, “Your mouth is dangerous.”
“Sweetheart, you haven’t experienced anything yet. Like this, for instance.”
He eased his body over hers and while staring deep into her eyes, he began entering her. She felt it, all of him—every swollen inch. When he began riding her easy at first, and then hard and fast, she wrapped her arms around him and hung on. She moaned his name when he leaned in and whispered words in her ear—words no man had ever said to her while making love. Hot words, sexy words, and naughty words.
She began losing herself in his words and his husky voice while saying them. Never had a man given her this much pleasure, where every hormone in her body, every cell, every pulse felt alive in a way they never had. She was filled with so much heat, so much desire, so much of Chance.
She couldn’t help the way her hands glided up and down his masculine back while feeling every time he thrust hard, convinced she was about to draw her last breath. Then it happened, and she couldn’t stop the scream that flowed from her lungs when so many sensations were shooting all through her womanly core.
“I need you to look at me, baby.”
When her gaze locked on his, something happened. She wasn’t sure exactly what. All she knew was she felt the connection and knew he did, too. Then she felt his muscles tighten, and his erection seemed to expand even more inside of her when he threw his head back and yelled her name. Not once, but twice. The nerves in her body sizzled, her brain raced, and her inner muscles continued to contract, trying to pull everything he had to give, and she willingly took.
As the storm raged outside, inside her bedroom, locked in each other’s arms, they were determined to take each other to a place of excruciating pleasure. And they did. Over and over again.
***
The sun’s rays slipped through the window blinds, and Chance came awake and immediately knew something was different. He was in bed with a woman curled in his arms. He’d awakened in such a position plenty of times, but never had doing so felt so right—like this was where he belonged.
The scent of their lovemaking lingered in the air, and he inhaled its essence. Last night had been wild…and it had touched him in a way no other lovemaking session had. This was the first time he’d thought of it as making love and not having sex. She wasn’t a woman to just take to bed; she was a woman he could share a beer with, go dancing with, and have deep discussions with. She was also a great equestrian, making him believe the claim she’d learned to ride as a child. She was also a woman who wouldn’t hesitate to give him hell if she felt it was warranted. She’d done it once, and there was no doubt she could and would do so again. He was all for it.
Zoey stirred in his arms, and he glanced down at her, wanting her to see him when she opened her eyes. She did, and the way her lips curved in a smile nearly took his breath away. He was no longer swamped with conflicting emotions and knew exactly what he wanted. When she eased up to offer her lips to him, he took her mouth with a pang of hunger and urgency he doubted he would ever get used to. Zoey Pritchard could rock his world. Instead of letting it be a turnoff, it was a turn-on.
Chance released her mouth, lay there, and held her because he thought the moment had called for him to do so. He wanted to do so. They had shared an extraordinary night, and he intended for them to have a similar day. “Hungry?”
She chuckled. “Why? Are you going to feed me?”
“Yes, at my place. The weather has cleared, and the sun is out. Maybe we can try our luck riding to the fruit grove, and you can spend the day with me. This is the third Sunday of the month, so Mom expects me to show up for dinner. I’d like you to come with me.”
She pulled back. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
She nibbled on her bottom lip. “What will they think?”
He reached out and caressed her cheek. “They will think I’ve come to my senses. They’re already crediting you for making me want to live again.”
“I can’t take credit for that.”
“Yes, you can.” And he meant that more than she would ever know.
Later that night, when Zoey slid between the covers alone, she couldn’t help but recall how her day had gone. They had made love again while their clothes were drying. Then they showered, got dressed, and rode the horses to his ranch. After feeding the horses, they went into his ranch house and prepared breakfast together. For a man who’d just told her last week that he didn’t invite women to his home for a meal, he definitely didn’t mind having her there a second time.
After breakfast, they saddled the horses and rode to the fruit grove. After picking plenty of grapes and other fruits, they returned to the cabin for lunch. He’d left and told her he would return in a few hours to take her to dinner. It was nice meeting his parents and grandparents.
It had been good seeing Reese and Kenna again, and she got to meet their adorable twins, Landon and London. She also met his brother Emerson and liked him immediately.
It was apparent his family was surprised when she walked in with him, but they’d made her feel right at home, and before long, she felt like part of the family. Chance would be leaving tomorrow to attend a special three-day meeting with the Texas Cattlemen’s Club in Austin with his uncle Jake and brother Reese, and wouldn’t be back until Thursday.
Keeping true to his word not to make their relationship just about sex, Chance had helped her wash the fruit and packaged it up. He would show her how to make wine from grapes next weekend. When she had walked him to the door, he had kissed her goodbye and left. And boy, what a kiss it had been.
Now she was in bed and ready to read the rest of her great-grandmother’s diary. She anticipated meeting with Ms. Felicia on Tuesday. She had a lot of questions to ask; specifically, why she hadn’t told her about Waylon’s engagement to Victoria Madaris.