The doors parted, and they got out. Chance fumbled with the door lock but managed to finally get it open. He ushered her inside, kicked the door shut with a booted foot and grabbed her—not roughly, but with force. Again she was struck by the gentle strength in his big hands as they wrapped around her upper arms. He tugged her to him. Her breasts collided with the muscular wall of his chest as his lips sealed against hers. He kissed her hard, his mouth hungry and demanding, and he sucked her breath away before his lips gentled and he angled his head, nibbling her lips like they were dessert. He sighed—actually sighed—and kissed his way along her jaw. Her knees trembled, and his grip slipped from her biceps as his arms encircled her. Her arms snaked around his neck, and she tilted her head up for more kisses.
“Cards game?” His voice sounded a little breathless.
“What game?” So did hers.
Chance scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. She caught a glimpse of the city skyline out the window before he hit a button and the drapes slithered close. One small part of her brain, the part still semicoherent and sane, wondered at the high tech but he kissed her again, and all reason disappeared.
Undressing devolved into a frenzy of buttons, zippers and tossed clothes. Naked, panting for breath, they stared at each other, eyes roving appreciatively. Cass blushed and dropped her gaze for a moment. She wasn’t a model by any stretch of the imagination. Curvy. A real woman, not a stick figure. That’s what she was and despite Hollywood, she would embrace her body. She squared her shoulders and raised her head. The heat from Chance’s gaze almost rocked her backward. He licked his lips while he clenched and unclenched the fists at his sides, as if he was struggling to hold them there to keep from touching her.
“You. Are. Even. More. Beautiful. Than I ever dreamed.” Each word huffed out as he panted, with the last ones rushing out in a gasp.
Before she could react, he advanced. His arms slid around her, pulled her close so her nipples brushed against the fine feathering of hair on his chest. Her tummy bumped up against something long, thick and hard. She arched and rubbed against his erection, and he groaned against her neck, distracted from the kisses he’d been planting there.
“Keep that up, and I won’t be able to. Keep up, I mean.”
She chuckled. “I’m a firm believer in—” She couldn’t get the last word out. He pushed her back against the bed until her knees buckled. He eased her down, his lips sealed on hers, and then dragged her across the linen bedspread. He didn’t bother turning down the covers.
“You first.” He positioned her legs, knees up, and spread them. He stared at her for a long moment, and she fought the urge to press them together. He stretched out, his head between her thighs. His gaze caught hers, held it, and then he growled again.
“Mine.”
Cass arched off the bed as his tongue tasted her. She was already primed and ready and at this rate, she wouldn’t last long. His fingers teased her as he lapped at her bud. Incoherent now, she could only utter muffled moans and little panting whimpers. Every muscle in her body quivered, and her hips danced beneath him until his long fingers gripped her thighs to hold her still. With the gusto of a connoisseur, he kissed and licked, his fingers tantalizing her.
He raised his head. “Come for me, baby. Show me what I do to you, Cass.” He inserted another finger, and his touch taunted her.
“No...no...no...”
“Yes.”
That one word was an order she eagerly complied with, her eyes squinting shut as emotions and sensations overwhelmed her. Pressure built in her middle and if she didn’t pop that cork, she would shatter. In the end, that’s what she did anyway. The power of her climax tossed her into a sparkling tunnel, and she rode through it for a full minute before she shattered.