Page 95 of Keep Your Guard Up
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 thestareof 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 shortsoff.
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 ofus.
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 athudon 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.
