Chapter Fifty
Chance tucked hair behind Jane’s ear. “You have no idea how much you mean to me.”
A content, almost peaceful, warmth grew in her chest. She couldn’t describe the sensation in any other way other than safe. She trusted him—and she trusted herself too. “I know I do.”
His gaze sharpened. “You do?”
Unhurried, she basked in the calm confidence that he cared about her—and that he wanted her.
Mentally and physically. She grasped what he’d been struggling for her to comprehend.
Nothing could make this man more attractive than his authentic…
availability. Chance had patiently given himself completely to her.
Her heart squeezed. “You mean so much to me, too.”
His dark blue eyes burned. Jane pressed her hands to his cheeks, and the tension in his jaw ticked under her palms. “That sounds inadequate. But it’s true,” she promised. “I trust you.”
She reveled in the quickening pace of his breath. Her fingers slid down his face and feathered down his neck. The steady beat of his pulse teased her fingertips until her fingers hooked over his t-shirt collar. “I’m ready.”
His nostrils tightened. Chance tensed as though holding himself back. He didn’t move a muscle. Then his tongue wet his bottom lip. Jane’s heart raced. She wanted to crawl inside his mind and know what he thought. She wanted to show him what was in her head.
Jane smoothed her hands down his hard chest. She took her time and savored the rapid-fire beat of his heart.
Hers thundered in time. Heat bloomed in her cheeks.
Arousal flooded her senses, and merely watching him fiercely watch her was enough to make her wet.
She saw the moment for what it was—Chance wasn’t hesitating. He was appreciating. Her.
Her fingers knotted in his shirt and lifted the fabric up. With one hand, he ripped it over his head and pulled Jane to straddle his lap. The thickness of his erection bulged in his jeans. Shivers rushed across her back. He would soon be inside her.
Jane pressed her forehead to his. Their eyes locked, and she repeated herself, whispering, “I’m ready.”
His pupils dilated. “Thank fuck.”
She laughed. Chance tore off her shirt and bra. Jane wrapped her arms around his neck. Their bare chests met. The tight, sensitive tips of her nipples brushed against the rough smattering of his chest hair. Her mind spun, unsure she’d ever experienced this desperate level of desire.
Chance kissed as though he’d been unleashed. His mouth devoured hers. His tongue whipped her into a fever pitch. With the tight grip of his hands on her hips, he ground her against his erection. The fruitless friction packed a punch. Jane writhed for more.
She kissed his neck, sucking and teasing with playful nibbles. He groaned with satisfaction. The intoxicating taste of his skin mixed with his masculine scent. She inhaled deeply, swooning with another wave of arousal, then fumbled to release him from his jeans.
“Hang on.” He lifted her to his chest, removed his wallet from a back pocket, and tossed it to the side. Chance settled back, hands firmly holding his hips. Without a word, he questioned her again. Jane nodded.
The corners of his lips quirked. He lifted her onto her feet, standing between his knees. “Gorgeous.” Then he stripped her shorts and underwear away. “Goddamn fucking gorgeous.”
She shivered under the thrill of his stare and watched as he unfastened his jeans.
The deep thud of her heartbeat marked every second until Chance was gloriously naked.
She wasn’t sure how many times she’d seen his body.
Since that first night in the shower, they had found a million ways to play.
But now, she simply needed to be closer than ever before.
As though another unsaid conversation had passed, they agreed that everything before tonight had been foreplay.
He reached for his wallet, withdrew a foil wrapper, and sheathed his length with the condom.
Then, dangerous as a wolf but sweet as sugar, he looked to her and took her hand.
Her breath hitched as he pulled her onto his lap again.
Her bare, soft thighs straddled his powerful ones.
Jane appreciated his brawn, and she rubbed and played, exploring her ability to excite him.
“Tease.” Chance wrapped his arms around her back, grinding her slick sex to his shaft.
He groaned, and his mouth found hers. Their tongues played.
He was everything at once. Confident and potent.
Careful and powerful. Jane liked the way he smiled against her lips, how he could transition from a thousand miles an hour to slow kisses that made her pray for more. “I can’t wait.”
His half-cocked grin was like an empowering challenge. “You can do whatever you want.”
And she would. Her stomach fluttered. Jane lifted herself from Chance. Cool air kissed their fevered skin. The blunt head of his cock pressed against her entrance. He inhaled sharply, and Jane gave herself over to his thickness.
Jane’s jaw dropped. He stretched her, filled, made Jane frantic for more. Restraint showed in his tight jaw. Pronounced tendons tensed in his neck. “Sweet Jesus, Jane.”
She couldn’t speak. The need was too great.
Chance gripped her hips. His stormy blue eyes held her still when every part of her screamed to move.
Then Chance let loose. He owned her, fucking her, driving in and out, making her cry with empty sensation and beg for mercy as he thrust himself into her again.
Again and again, he took her to the edge.
He drove until orgasm after orgasm melted into one mind-numbing cry of ecstasy.
The pull of another climax had her begging for release.
Chance pounded into her, demanding, growling, that she come.
Jane had no choice. The climax hit her, more intense than she’d ever dreamed.
Chance strained, holding her impossibly tight, grunting into her shoulder.
His orgasm rolled through her until he had nothing more to give.
They didn’t move. Didn’t talk. Their hearts seesawed against each other. Jane didn’t have the strength to move from Chance. His arms hung heavy over her back, holding her close.
He angled his head and kissed her cheek. Jane was glad she waited until she could give herself completely, glad she believed in him enough to know he’d given the same.
Chance drew a deep breath then lifted her away. “Give me a minute.”
He headed toward the nearest bathroom. Jane wrapped a large chenille blanket over her naked skin, laid back on the couch, and closed her eyes.
She heard his returning footsteps. Chance lifted the blanket and slipped next to her, possessively pulling her to his naked chest. This was everything she had ever wanted. She loved him.
Warm and fuzzies made her heart clench. Jane nuzzled closer. “Can we sleep here?”
“Anything you want. The world’s your oyster, babe.”
“Everything I want is right here—”
The piercing cry of the alarm system blared. A mechanical alert barked, “Intruder alert. Intruder alert.”