57. Chapter 54
Mari
C hance hadn’t said anything when I’d told him I believed him. He’d just stared at me. In shock? Relief? I’d had no idea what the look on his face was. So, I’d pulled up my big girl pants, reminded myself that this was serious stuff we’d been talking about, and hopped off the tray.
“Come and see me when you’re ready. I’ll wait for you,” I’d told him. A slight nod of his head was all he’d given me before I’d deemed that answer enough and left.
And now, I sat on Nan’s old cream and green couch in the living room. Watching the trashiest of reality TV shows? Yes. Paying more attention to the door and its lack of movement? Also yes.
I’d shed my tears for him on the long drive home, dropped Al’s car off to him, where I’d found him and Nan sharing a dinner together, and walked the six and a half kilometres home.
The sun had fully set by the time I’d gotten back to Soggla, but the sky was still as clear as it had been over the lookout.
Stars, hundreds and thousands of little lights in the sky, shone brightly alongside a full moon.
The perfect night to sit in and wait.
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The fateful knock had come at the door at 12 am. Gus’s lack of panic at a visitor at such a strange hour told me all I needed to know.
He is here.
Heart on my sleeve, beating erratically in my chest and deep in my stomach, I opened the door. There he stood, tall and beautiful and loved. So very loved, I itched to say.
But neither of us said anything. Not after he brought his lips down on mine.
The kiss was soft and sensual, our lips fusing together delicately but furiously. I’d missed him.
God, I’ve missed him.
His scent invaded my senses, that sweet citrus cologne blended with the sweat from a warm day. This smell, it was too familiar. It was home. It was everything . He was everything.
My fingers slowly ran and tugged though his hair, and he let out a low rasp, sighing from the sensation. Fingertips tapped just below my ass cheeks, urging me to jump.
I obeyed and pushed myself up into his arms. His hands were waiting, cupping straight under my ass when his feet began moving beneath us.
I didn’t care where he was taking me.
I’ve got you. Always . Those first gentle words came to mind, spreading a warmth through my chest.
The feel of the cool wood of the hallway cupboard gingerly graced the backs of my thighs. Chance pulled away, his lips pink and swollen. When his eyes met mine, I felt it. That pulse.
That energy turned electric .
I forced my fingers into motion once again as I reached for the hem of my shirt but found Chance already there. His heated fiery gaze landed on mine and he blinked, then, in a single swift movement, I melted as he tore my shirt off .
Holy shit .
Those sapphire blue eyes darkened to a stormy ocean blue, full of desire. I can only imagine my own were in a similar state; that raging need pulsed through me every second his mouth wasn’t on me.
On mine.
On anywhere.
His pupils dilated as his gaze ran from my lips, down the nape of my neck, and swirled across my torso. I had never felt so unbelievably exposed, so enthralled about the stare of a man.
This man .
Physically unable to be out of reach from him any longer, I fisted his shirt and pulled his lips onto mine.
He yanked his shirt over his head and closed the gaps between us, attacking my lips with such furious hunger.
I palmed him through his shorts, and he groaned, nibbling teasingly on my bottom lip.
One of his hands ran softly up the inside of my thigh, stopping inches away from the throbbing, wet ache between my legs.
Fucking tease.
As if reading my thoughts, Chance chuckled through his nose, his lips still parted as his tongue explored mine, tasting my own with gentle but intense patterns. My head was spinning; I was becoming positively high on this man.
My hands, so small next to his, scrambled hard to get those goddamn shorts off .
Elastic waistband. Thank you, Jesus.
One of his hands found its way around my waist, the other pinning me to the wall with a hand above my head, collapsing me into a warm cocoon of us .
Lightly tracing his chest, I felt his thundering heart. The fingers that were gently skimming the bare skin above my shorts pulled me tighter, as if to say, ‘ Only you. My heart beats like this only for you ’.
“Mmmm, I could sit here and breathe you in all day,” he mumbled against my collarbone, his tongue swirling intricate lines against the sensitive spot.
“I-I’ve got time,” I breathed.
Chance’s teeth skimmed my skin as a hot, breathy chuckle followed. My inhale hitched as his low hand, now a ghost to my waist, skimmed under my breast. He traced the aching swell, circling lightly around my peaked nipple.
“I missed you,” he said, so quietly our breaths almost masked it.
“I’m here.”
The words from earlier must have played in his mind, causing him pause.
A small smile later, and his mouth was back on mine as he lifted me once again.
My bedroom door flung open with a thud on the wall and slammed shut with another. Soft blankets brushed against my bare back, but his skin on mine felt even better. Callouses brushed against my spine and my bra popped open half a second later.
Chance broke the kiss and tenderly helped me pull my bra straps down my arms. Tossing it aside, his eyes raked greedily over my exposed chest. Maybe greedily wasn’t the right word. There was something more tender, softer, and warmer in his gaze.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, running his fingers down my arms. A shiver ran up my spine.
His fingers traced the outline of my waist, and they soon moved to my pyjama shorts.
Delicately, so tenderly and lovingly, he lifted my hips and pulled my shorts off, taking my panties with them. “So fucking beautiful.”
My legs dangled off the bed, and his body followed parallel to the lines of my legs. Kneeling before the bed, he began to take my socks off.
The words from our first official introduction rang through my head. “Not the first time a woman has expected me to bow down to her” .
And here he was. He who bowed to no one, willingly bending before me to take my damn socks off.
That warmth, the feeling of a million butterflies huddling together in my chest, exploded through my entire body at the gesture.
“Come here,” I whispered, sitting up.
He dropped my socks onto the floor beneath him before standing.
Before he could go any further, my fingers dug into the waistband of his underwear and yanked his thick length free. Letting the fabric pool at his feet, I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft. He hissed a sharp breath in.
“Sunny …” he mumbled, and I’d never felt so relieved to hear him call me that. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” I replied, looking up at him under my lashes. The head of his cock glistened with the sweet moisture from his slit. Anticipation, desire, and need—it was all on display in front of me. I ran my tongue over the droplets, replacing the moisture with that of my mouth.
“But … fuck ,” he moaned, a twitch of pleasure skittering through his hips.
I wrapped my lips around the whole head this time and took him down as far as my throat would allow. What my mouth couldn’t cover, my hand did. Sucking him deeply, pulling on every nerve ending, I looked up to find his eyes tightly closed, shoulders folded forward.
“Mmm,” I moaned onto his cock, the edges of my mouth tipping up at the sides when he frantically reached a hand down to fist my hair.
A gentle, urging pressure. Both wanting and needing me to keep going. So I picked up my pace, moving quicker and drawing with more pressure to pull out every ounce of pleasure for him.
This man.
This wonderful man.
This wonderful man that I was falling in love with.
His eyes opened, looking down on me with dilated pupils filled with heat and infatuation. A gentle tug on my hair and he freed his cock from my mouth, multiple rolls of pleasure shivering through his back.
“On your back,” he commanded, eyes hooded and cheeks flushed. The raspiness in his voice and the way his hands were still clenched at his sides— he had been close.
I fell back onto the bed, my eyes most likely mirroring his own. Watching and feeling him come so close boosted my libido to never-seen-before levels.
“I need to feel you,” he muttered, running his hands from my toes all the way to my hips. Chance placed a light pressure on my hips, pinning them to the mattress. “I just—”
“I’m here.” I reached up again and cupped his face.
His lips immediately found the palm of my hand and he released a long breath.
“I’m with you.”
And then he was inside me. In one long, quick thrust, every inch of him was gripped tightly. Blinding pleasure erupted in me as I grappled for breath.
“Breathe … Sunny,” Chance rasped, also fighting for air. “I need you to breathe, baby.”
Sucking in air felt as easy as breathing underwater. I drew in small gasps just trying to get any oxygen in.
“Fuck … Fuck!” Chance began to move slowly, and I moaned, my walls refusing to move for him. All I could do was feel .
Feel him inside me.
Feel how tightly I was wrapped around him.
Feel how wound up he was already getting.
“Jesus, Chance,” I groaned, the head of his cock brushing up against that fucking spot. Pleasure was quickly racking itself up my spine and I trembled, something I hadn’t thought possible while on my back.
“Fuck … you’re always so goddamn tight,” he groaned, moving slowly inside of me.
“I was made for you,” I murmured. “That’s why you fit so perfectly.”
Long, pleasure-filled strokes of his cock inside me had me quickly ripping up that ladder of pressure. The knot winding tighter and tighter until I couldn’t contain it anymore.
I came apart on his cock hard and fast, crying out his name so loudly I’m sure the neighbours would be gossiping about it in the morning. But it wasn’t over, that knot wasn’t undone.
“Your turn,” I told him, pushing up on his shoulders as he allowed me to roll us over. His eyes glazed when he registered what I was doing, where I was.
I rocked my hips back and forth, swirling circles over his. I could barely speak, barely make a noise with how good he felt. How good we felt.
“Fuck, you… so good,” I ground out.
He groaned a sound of agreement, digging his fingers into my hips.
His biceps flexed as he lifted me up and down on him, helping me ride. I braced my hands on his pecs, hitting the perfect angle. It was obvious he felt it too when both of us let out a string of curses at the same time.
“Yes, yes, Sunny, yes.” He lifted a hand from my waist and pressed a finger to my sensitive clit, rubbing and flicking at two-speed of my riding rhythm. He wound that knot up and up and fucking up.
I was sure I would die from pleasure from what was coming.
Self-combust from orgasm seemed like a good way to go. Especially at the hands of Chance Riordan.
My Chance.
But I didn’t self-combust, didn’t implode into a million pieces.
I dove off the edge of that building tension into pleasure, light, love, and warmth.
I wasn’t breathing, but who cared. Not when Chance was spamming out beneath me and had wrapped his hand in mind.
That teasing finger had left, and his hand held my face.
He was saying something to me, something I’m sure I would find out later.
But the sings of pleasure and love were so loud in my ears, I couldn’t focus enough to hear.
I fell to his chest, panting hard, as was he. He wrapped his arms around my back as I curled up over his heart.
“My, my, Sunny baby,” he murmured. “You never fail to surprise me.”