Page 53 of Keep Your Guard Up
He set me down on the edge of my desk, swiping the contents away like those criminally hot men do in movies. Except this wasn’t a movie, this wasreal. Chance Riordan had cleared my desk for me, so he could do lord knows what with me on it. The thought was invigorating. I trembled, shook in anticipation.
Hands on either sides of my hips, he caged me in. His nose skimmed up my neck as he breathed me in. My pulse skittered, the rhythm of an entire bag of M&M’S being poured on the floor. He loosed a chesty, devilish rumble. A sound of satisfaction and delight.
Hot lips and breath found my neck. Slowly, so fucking slowly it was agonising, they moved. Up, down, and around. As if he was trying to taste every inch of my skin, leave nothing untouched. A hurried shiver shot up my spine and a shaky breath tumbled out.
“Mmmm,” he mumbled into my neck. “Wherever shall I start with you?”
Somehow, without me noticing, he’d gotten the button of my shorts undone followed by my zipper. His pointer finger ran tauntingly up and down my exposed panties.
Once again, fantastic choice, past-Mari, on the underwear.
“Maybe here?” he said, though it sounded more like a plan than question.
Without warning, his finger slipped through the open zipper, immediately meeting the soaked fabric. I hissed a breaththrough clenched teeth. I urged, begged, pleaded with my legs to stop shaking.
I know it’s been a while for you, Mari. But please don’t embarrass yourself by coming before he’s actuallytouchedyou.
“Just a taste.” He dipped a finger behind the wet thong. Using that painfully slow touch, he slid up my folds. Bursts and jolts of electricity came to life in my body.
He removed the finger, only to suck it deeply.
“Tease,” I panted.
His eyes darkened on my face. “Darling, you haven’t even seen teasing yet.”
“Prove it,” I dared.
“Not tonight,” he replied, freezing my blood over momentarily. “Tonight I want you hard and fast, coming so hard you can’t see straight. That alright with you?”
“You can try,” I attempted, tongue-tied.. I really did my best to sound like his words didn’t have every cell in my body vibrating with excitement.
His eyes didn’t leave my mouth. “Last chance to say ‘no’, Sunny baby. I want you too damn bad to stop.”
He leaned in, and I braced for the impact of his ferocious mouth that I’d been dreaming about.
“I don’t care who sees us. Who hears us. I don’t fucking care if the building collapses around us. So long as I get to be inside you again.”
My panties may as well have slipped right onto the floor then and there.
“So, I’ll ask you once again, Sunny baby,” he purred. “Are you gonna tell me to back down?”
“No,” I breathed.
Chapter 27
Chance
Idove for her mouth.
That fucking mouth.
I’d been fantasising about kissing hers for over a week now. A week of remembering what those lips felt like, what it could do. A week of beingwithoutthat mouth.
The kiss was anything but romantic. It was full of need and eagerness. I ran my tongue over her bottom lip, demanding her to open, but spiralling when she did. Her taste, her breath, her lips; all mine for the taking. Every block that had been put together to make this sweet, sweet mouthherswas a fucking divine feast on the senses.
Her fingers sprawled through my hair and tugged, urging me on. Her legs wrapped around my waist, seemingly unbothered by the erection that had made its appearance almost as soon as I’d seen her in here. She gasped into my mouth when the end of me hit her, annoyingly covered by those shorts that showed off her mile-long legs. In a burst of frustration—frustration over having to use my fucking hand so often these last two weeks, frustration that it washerI was struggling over, frustration that once hadn’t been enough with her—I shoved my hands in the back pockets of her shorts, fisted the fabric, and yanked them apart. A loud tear filled the room, overriding our heavy breathing. She pushed on my chest, separating her swollen mouth from mine.
I was honestly expecting her to yell at me, berate me for tearing her shorts in half. But her eyes were dark, almost black. It was a deadly, enticing heat. Like touching a stove when you didn’t realise how hot it was until you get burned. I couldn’t not touch the heat; I couldn’t walk away. Not yet.
