the wall.
Pulling her against him, Chance savored the feel of her bare breasts against his chest. His mouth found hers again then moved over her cheek to kiss the hollow behind her ear. She tilted her head as if asking for more.
He found her waistband and unfastened the button. Deliberately, he pulled the zipper down. Her pants fell to her feet and she pushed them away. His mouth left her ear to travel over the ridge of her shoulder and down to the tip of one breast.
His mouth took it, sucked. Running his tongue around the nipple, he teased.
A soft, sensual sigh filled the air as Ellen combed her fingers through his hair.
Chance pulled away and blew over the damp mound he was giving attention to. Ellen’s moan turned to a groan.
His length twitched. How much longer could he stand not having her? What would she sound like when she found release?
Cupping the other breast, he took it into his mouth, giving it the same attention as he’d lavished on the first. She held his head, encouraging him. Chance’s mouth left her breast to kiss his way up her neck and capture her lips. The meeting of mouths was wild and hot.
Her hands went to his pants and released them, pushing them over his hips to the ground. She didn’t hesitate before she wrapped her hand around his staff and gently stroked. If she kept that up he would combust before they made it to the blanket.
Chance moved back and she released him. “I’ll lose control if you touch me.”
“I don’t care.” Her voice was husky, which did nothing to ease his need.
“But I do. You deserve more.” He kissed her deeply. One of his hands followed the curve of her shoulder, skimmed her breast to brush the line of her hip. The palm of his hand skimmed over her stomach before his fingers teased the curls between her legs.
She tensed in his arms.
He slid a finger between her folds and pulled away.
Ellen shook, making a delicious sound of protest.
Chance cupped her center then slowly pulled a finger between her folds. Her stance widened as her tongue entered his mouth. She clung to his shoulders. Using one finger, he went deeper, finding the wet, hot opening of her desire. He dipped the tip of his finger inside. Ellen hissed close to his ear. Bringing her leg up around his, she offered him clear passage. He took it, pushing his finger completely into her. She bucked, going up on her toes.
He removed his finger and pushed into her again. Her hips flexed against him. She clawed at his back. Retreating, he thrust again. This time Ellen pushed down on his hand. Pulling his finger away, he entered her again. Her head fell back. Her hair was wild around her shoulders as she cried her pleasure and withered against him.
It took all Chance had within him not to throw Ellen to the ground and hammer into her.
Instead he held her, watching the soft look settle over her face as she eased to earth once more. The experience was something he’d never had with a woman before. It left a feeling of satisfaction he wasn’t familiar with but desperately wanted again.
Was that another brick being knock away?
Ellen relaxed against him. He removed his finger and grasped her waist. Their gazes met. Hers was dewy. She gave him the tiny smile of a woman who’d found something special. He stood on top of the world because he was the one who’d given it to her.
That was an awesome responsibility. Did he want to carry that? Could he take that gamble?
Ellen placed a hand in one of his, went down on the blanket and pulled him to her.
Chance didn’t resist. He couldn’t.
“You deserve some attention.” Her voice was deeper and even sexier than before.
“It’s not necessary.”
There was a look of concern in her eyes for a second then her lips turned upward. “Oh, but I think it is.”
Ellen wanted to give Chance some of the pleasure he’d given her. She wasn’t inexperienced but nothing she had felt before compared to what Chance’s touch had done to her.
When he’d said it wasn’t necessary she’d feared he was running away again. She wasn’t going to let that happen.
Lying on her side, she faced him. His masculinity was almost more than she could comprehend. Holding his gaze, she reached out and placed her hand on the pectoral muscles of his chest then ran her index finger over his skin. Slowly she traced his ribs, dipping and rising as she moved downward.
She glanced up to see that Chance’s pupils had dilated. They burned with desire. Her actions were having the effect she desired. Circling his belly button, she enjoyed the inhalation of his breath as she watched his skin react to her touch. It was exciting to see this strong, masterful man respond to her. Her hand followed a line of hair downward until she reached the head of his manhood. She ran the tip of her finger over him and watched the length twitch.
Chance growled and pulled her hand away.
Grinning, Ellen shifted so that she could push his shoulders to the blanket. That done, she straddled him. She kissed his jaw and moved down to the valley of his neck and onto his chest. As she went one of Chance’s hands glided over her hip. When her tongue slid across his breastbone, he cupped a butt cheek and gently squeezed.
She rose above him. Looking into his eyes, Ellen slowly came down to kiss him. It was a kiss of not only passion but of heartfelt longing and caring.
Chance took control and rolled her to her back. One of his legs came to rest over hers. “I can’t last much longer. I promise you slow next time.”
Her heart swelled. He thought there would be a next time.
Ellen lifted her hips, pushing her center against his leg. She throbbed for him. Blood rushed in her ears. She needed him as well.
Chance settled between her legs, his manhood coming to rest at her entrance. He supported himself on his elbows as he looked down at her.
A stricken look crossed his face. “We have no protection.”
Ellen’s hands found his hips and pulled him to her as she lifted upward. “Don’t worry. I have it taken care of.” She reached up and kissed him with everything in her. She refused to let him leave her again.
Chance slipped into her until she held all of him. Ellen gripped his forearms and wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him closer. He pulled back and pushed forward then did it again. Each time tension coiled tighter in her. She wiggled, begging to have more. Chance gifted her with a hard thrust.
Ellen squeezed her legs tighter around him, bowed her back as he pressed into her. Squeezing her eyes shut, she reached, searched and grabbed for what she needed. Finding the pinnacle, she came apart. She remained rigid, taking all Chance had to offer, until she started the blissful float downward.
Her legs fell away from his hips. Before she could
