My voice is low and husky, dripping with sex. I barely recognize it as my own voice, and I like how it sounds. It sounds powerful, like the voice of a woman who knows what she wants and knows how to get it. I can feel my breath coming quickly, my chest heaving as I look down at Chance. His eyes lock on mine and I see a whirl of emotions. Desire. Panic. Indecision. His breathing is coming as fast as mine and his eyes don’t leave mine for even a second.
The indecision fades from his eyes, the panic leaving them and his lips curl up into a smile. All that’s left on his face now is desire. He’s bold and unashamed as he reaches out and wraps one arm around my waist. He pulls me closer to him and I find myself pressed against his chest. Even sitting, he’s almost as high as I am and I only have to tilt my head slightly to be able to gaze into his eyes.
He reaches up with his other hand and cups it around the back of my neck, pulling my face down to meet his. His lips press against mine and I feel desire explode through my body as our lips move as one. I reach out and wrap my arms around him, moving my hands up and down his back, desperate to feel his bare skin against mine but stopped by his shirt.
His tongue moves across my lips, pushing into my mouth as he deepens the kiss. I can feel the pent up frustration, the passion he tries to keep hidden. My body explodes with longing, my clit throbbing, my pussy wetter than it’s ever been. My body responds to Chance like we’ve always been this way; like this is the most natural thing in the world. Maybe it is and we’ve just never allowed ourselves to see it before now.
My nipples are rock hard and I can feel them pressing against Chance’s chest, sending little shock waves through my body. My heart is racing as I explore Chance’s tongue with my own.
His hand moves down from my waist, resting on my ass then pushing my body tighter against his.
I moan into his mouth as he lights my whole body on fire. I have never wanted anyone as fiercely and as completely as I want Chance now.
As abruptly as he started to kiss me, he stops. He puts his hands on my hips and holds me out at arm’s length. We stare at each other, our chests heaving. Chance’s eyes seemed to have darkened as lust fills him, and I feel my pussy clench at the sight of them. I need to feel his cock inside of me, rocking my world.
“Sierra,” he says.
I know if I let him finish that sentence, this will be over. The rational side of him will take over, pushing his more primal side back to dormant. I can’t let that happen. I have to have him.
I reach down and pull my blouse out of my skirt. I lift it over my head and throw it to one side in one easy movement. I stand before him in my bra, watching his reaction. I sweep my eyes over his body and even through his trousers I can see his cock is hard, ready for me.
“It seems a shame that we finally let our hair down and neither of us remember it,” as I speak, I reach up and unclip my hair, letting it fall around my shoulders. I shake my head from side to side, shaking my hair out.
Chance lets out a low growling sound and gets to his feet. I don’t back up and he’s standing there, his body almost touching mine.
He growls again and reaches up and strokes my hair. “It does seem like a shame,” he says in a husky voice that makes my pussy throb. “I think we should fix that.” He takes a half step back and in a blur of movement, his shirt is coming off. He bends down and grabs at his shoes and socks.
I don’t need telling twice. I reach around and unbutton my skirt, letting it fall to the ground, kicking it away.
Within seconds, we’re facing each other again, both of us only in our underwear.
I know if this happens, there’s no going back. I don’t want to go back. I want to feel Chance’s hands all over my body. His tongue on me, his cock in me. I want him to claim my pussy and fill me up.
I feel as though Chance is reading my mind the way he is completely focused on me, but in truth, I think my need for him is written all over my face. He reaches out and grabs me, lifting me off the ground. He turns and throws me onto the bed. I scoot backwards a little, making room for him. He gets onto the bed and lowers his body over mine. I am consumed by him, his scent filling my nostrils, his touch sending electricity through my body.
I reach up for him, but he grabs my wrists. He pulls my arms above my head and holds them in place with one hand. He rubs his other hand gently over my face and then his eyes darken again and any sense of gentle is gone. He leans closer and begins to run his tongue over my neck.
I lean my head back, exposing the sensitive skin there to his touch. Goosebumps scurry over my body as he nips my skin between his teeth, making me feel more alive than I have ever felt before.
Chapter Eleven
Chance
I don’t really know how this happened, I only know I don’t want it to stop. My head has been filled with Sierra since I came back to the hotel, and now all
