Chapter Forty-Seven
The second time in the Thanes’s home was no less impressive than the first. But Chance didn’t care. Finally, they were alone.
Then Jane’s phone blew up with another round of messages from Gigi. Between the quick responses, Chance jumped in the shower and let Jane deal with her—their—boss.
He walked around a bathroom that was the size of his house in the Shenandoah Mountains.
The bathtub was like a swimming pool, and the shower had several heads, all pointing in strategic locations.
As he programmed the hot water to turn on, Chance decided he would avoid the main house whenever he had the opportunity. But not tonight.
He’d said he’d spend the night with Jane, and he’d meant it, however uncomfortable his surroundings made him. Opulence was a reason he didn’t like Abu Dhabi and Dubai. Yet here he was, in a guest bathroom with technology to rival NASA.
Chance splashed some water on his face but didn’t dare touch the fluffy white towels. He didn’t know a shade of white this bright and clean existed. Jared Westin had been right. The Thane mansion was his worst nightmare.
“Chance?” Jane knocked.
He dried his hands on his shirt then opened the door.
Jane held a stack of clothes. “I found these and thought they might fit.”
“Thanks.” He took the pile. Their hands touched. If Jane had been any other woman, he wouldn’t have noticed. She didn’t flirt or do anything special, yet desire twisted in his chest.
“Let me know if you need anything.” Jane stepped out.
Chance tossed the clothes onto the counter and reached for her hand. “Wait a sec.” He pulled her close and shut the door. The steamy air surrounded them when her body drew flush against his. “Where’re you going?”
She looked up at him with her big eyes, her lips parted. “I thought you wanted to shower.”
His eyes searched her face, her hair, and all of her pretty features—each one he desperately wanted to explore at length. “I do.” He cupped her cheeks in his hands, letting his thumb slide over the soft skin. “With you.”
Chance held her against him, savoring Jane’s hold as realization dawned.
He hadn’t just said the words. His desire had electrified the air.
His heart thumped with a mind-numbing yearning, and he was positive another word wasn’t needed to clarify the depth of his hunger.
I want you. I need you. Every conceivable variation he could imagine felt trite.
His hands slid down her jaw. At the base of her neck, Chance relished Jane’s strong, racing pulse.
She licked her bottom lip. The tiny pink flick of her tongue drove him to the edge.
He hooked his fingers under the straps of her tank top.
Jane’s eyelashes fluttered. The pink hue of her cheeks deepened.
Slowly, he slid the straps from her shoulders. His mouth dipped to the corner of her neck, eliciting her shiver. His lips curled, and Chance parted them. His tongue swept over her skin, and encouraged by her sharp breath, he nuzzled and kissed his way to the soft spot below her jaw.
Jane leaned her weight into one of his arms. The more pliant she became, the deeper his need burned.
His cock throbbed. Jane swayed against him until his mouth took hers.
She opened for his kiss, letting him nibble, suck, and explore.
Steamy air swirled around them, and with his eyes closed, Chance mapped her mouth and memorized her reactions as though nothing in the world could interrupt them.
His hands reached her waist, and his eyes opened to meet hers. Their lips parted, and she didn’t look away as he lifted her shirt, slowly exposing her stomach and then her bare breasts. Her tight, dark nipples reached for him, and Chance dropped to his knees.
Surprised, Jane leaned back. His hands remained on her waist, and he stilled her, watched her, promised without a single word that he would make her feel like heaven. A second passed. Then another, and when she relaxed, he buried his face in the valley of her breasts.
Chance released her waist. His hands skimmed up her back then along her side until he cupped her tits in the palms of his hands. She trembled, breath shaking.
He took his time, licking and kissing each mound, rolling his hot tongue over the perked tips. He let the stubble on his cheeks graze her creamy skin.
Jane’s fingers gripped his shoulders. Her nails dug into the muscle, urging him on, and when her hips swayed, he took that as a sign to finish undressing her.
Her shorts fell away. His fingers traced up her calves and up her legs.
Still dressed and on his knees, he’d never felt more in control of and responsible for a woman than he did at that moment.
“Fuck me,” Chance whispered reverently. His hands drifted from her thighs, and he stared in appreciation. “You’re beautiful.”
“I’m naked.”
He grinned and took his time standing. “Naked and beautiful.”
“You’re dressed,” she murmured, her voice rich and lusty.
“Not for long.” Without any fanfare, Chance pulled his shirt over his head and unfastened his jeans.
Her eyes widened. Desire made their hue richer than he could recall seeing.
“Beautiful and strong and smart, and…” He didn’t fucking know enough words to explain why she made him harder than steel. “You’re everything.”
That was a hell of a thing to say. Undefinable. Unexplainable. It just… was.
He pulled a condom from his wallet then kicked away the last of his clothes. Steam swirled around them, and Chance breathed it in as he reached for her. Their naked bodies melded tighter, and with an absurdly chaste kiss, he backed Jane into the shower and placed the condom next to the shampoo.
Hot water wrapped around them. Her face nuzzled against his chest, and she hugged their slick bodies together like they were slow dancing in a warm rain.
He wanted to slide back onto his knees and bury his face in her cunt.
He wanted to taste Jane, feel his tongue inside her, to know he was between her legs when her orgasms hit.
Jane shifted, reviving him from his trance. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, and he sucked in a deep breath.
Her chin tilted up. “Is that okay…” The pad of her thumb slid along the thick head of his cock.
His molars clamped, and he trembled under her touch. “Carte blanche permission, babe.”
She laughed, grinned, and sank to her knees.
She covered the crown of his cock with her white-hot mouth.
His eyes shut. A ravenous thrill coiled in his back muscles and ripped through his frenzied limbs.
Hot water beat on his back and his chest, and her tongue teased and tormented him until she made his toes curl.
How did his plan go haywire? His orgasm loomed, but hell if he would come anywhere but inside Jane. “I need to—”
She drew away. “So do.”
Chance teetered dangerously on the vicious edge of climax. He broke away, breathless. “I can’t.”
Uncertainty listed in her dark eyes.
“Jane.” He commanded her gaze and dared her demons to ruin their moment. “I want more than your mouth. I need to be inside you.” His words and racing breaths mixed. “Tell me you understand me.”
She nodded, and Chance lifted Jane onto her feet.
“Promise me. When it comes to you, you will not doubt me.” His lungs hammered, and to hear him, he sounded angry. But he wasn’t. Not at her. Maybe the rest of her world. Maybe because a powerful climax begged for release. But never Jane.
Her lips parted. “You’re amazing—”
“Jane.”
“I’m naked. Let’s have sex.” She pushed onto her toes for a kiss.
He didn’t know what boiled deeper: the need to come or her wavering trust. Tension ticked in his jaw. Sanity and pleasure battled.
Painfully, he side-stepped her kiss and vowed to set her straight. “You were worth finding, and you’re worth waiting for. I don’t want your body. I want all of you. That includes every scar and layer that came before we met.” He inhaled and held it until he had the strength to back away.
“You want to have sex with me…”
He didn’t know if that was a question or an understanding left unfinished.
Jane pressed her palms to his chest. His heartbeat slammed under her touch. “I want that part of you that you hide. That you refuse to show anyone.” He took her chin and inched it up until her eyes settled on his. “And, I gotta tell you. That scares me to death. But I’m good with it.”
Her watery laughter was nearly drowned out by the shower, but her faint smile stayed. “You’re a warmonger with years of training.”
“A cocky one at that.” A smile tugged on his cheeks, but he suddenly sobered.
Maybe he was asking too much of her. Chance had never thought about romance or relationships.
But at that moment, he realized that so much of what he knew was all wrong.
Like the way people thought beautiful homes would make happy lives.
They were in one of the most beautiful homes in the world. It wasn’t a happy one.
Shower sex made a relationship as much as roses and candy defined romance.
They were child’s play. Romance meant… he didn’t know.
It meant giving himself and building trust. Right now, he was ready to give and give and give until they couldn’t move.
But that wasn’t the kind of giving she needed.
Jane needed the opportunity to believe in them.
He pushed her wet hair off of her face and cupped her cheeks. Their lips connected. The world fell away until a building need made him hum for more. “Let me touch you.”
She nodded. “Carte blanche.”
His lips stayed on hers, and his hands slid over her back, letting the water sluice between them. The lull of the water washed away the strain. Chance guided her to a wood bench that lined the large shower. “I never knew what these things were for.”
Jane held onto his hand as he sat down. “A comfy place to shave legs?”
He pulled her onto his lap, legs on one side, her back propped in the crook of his arm.
“A comfy place for something.” His hand glided up the inside of her thigh.
Jane kissed him. Their tongues languidly tangled as he stroked up her thigh and down again.
Each time, he inched higher until Chance reached her sex. Jane parted her legs and squirmed.
For now, this would be better than shower sex. The subtle way she writhed made him want to master her body. Water didn’t fall over them, but a warm swirling mist mixed with the steam and kept them warm.
Chance grazed his fingers along her sensitive skin. The buds of her nipples tightened. “That feels good?”
Her eyes slipped shut, and Jane nodded. He grazed her clitoris and delicately teased. Her hips swayed, and her back arched as her chest drew quicker breaths.
“I like the way you move.”
Her eyelashes fluttered, and Jane shifted to give him more access.
He liked that move too. Chance took advantage of the way her legs spread, stroking her silkiness that was slick with arousal.
He circled her entrance, mesmerized by the quiet mews that fell from her lips.
He’d wanted trust, and with her eyes closed and body bared, she’d given him what he’d asked for.
Chance slid his fingers into her pussy. Jane’s chest hitched.
Her head tipped back. Her body clenched him as he withdrew, and her hips lifted for more.
He pressed into her again. He crooked the angle of his fingers while keeping pressure against her clit, experimenting and studying the woman in his lap.
“Oh,” she breathed harshly. Her hips swayed in rhythm with his hand. “That’s…”
“Good,” he finished.
She nodded. He plunged in and out of her, living for the burn in his muscles as his forearm flexed, finger-fucking Jane as she begged for more.
Her hand clamped to his bicep. Her fingernails dug into his arm.
Her other arm wrapped around his arm, he struggled to maintain what she desperately needed.
“Come for me, Jane. Give it to me.”
She thrashed her head against his chest. Her body thrashed. Jane rode his hand as much as he drove into her. Her muscles clenched.
“Please,” Jane hoarsely whispered, grinding for release. “Chance, please.”
He couldn’t take this anymore. His cock throbbed, threatening to come from just her wet, slippery ass grinding against his erection. He growled and gave her everything he had.
“God.” Her moaning cry echoed in the shower as her body quaked in orgasm. Her canal rippled like a hurricane of pleasure.
She twisted toward his stomach, legs and hands still wrapped around his arm until she shuddered. Trembles still pulsed around his fingers, and Chance withdrew his fingers. She gasped then pliantly nuzzled against his chest.
He dropped his head against the wall. One arm held Jane. The other hung limp, wishing to God he had the strength to grip his cock and—her fingers wrapped around the heavy, throbbing length between them. “Jane—”
Her fist slid down to the base of his shaft with a long, fluid motion.
His eyes closed. His teeth clenched. Painfully erect and dangerously close to orgasm, he hissed at the flick of her wrist and strong grip. Jane spared no time with preambles, jerking his cock like they’d been lovers for years.
Had this been any other woman, he would’ve forced the pleasure back as though he had to wait an imaginary time threshold for manly reactions to hand jobs. But he didn’t care. She made him feel too damn good.
His body tightened, and his climax coiled deep in his nuts. The arm around her back squeezed. His exhausted hand threaded into her hair, and he flexed his hips. Chance groaned and came until his cum spurted, marking her stomach and thigh.
Her slippery hands slowed. A full-body shiver overtook him. Even as they collapsed together, more satisfied than he knew possible, he wanted more.
“Wow.” She pressed a kiss to his chest. “That was amazing.”
No. He didn’t want more of Jane Singleton.
He needed more.