Chapter 36

Lucy

As we approach my building, I feel my heart pounding in my chest. I've pushed Chance away so many times, and he always returns. I can't quite wrap my head around what that means. When we reach the door, I fumble with my keys, trying to calm my shaking hands before unlocking my apartment.

Chance's hand covers mine, and I'm suddenly calmer. He turns the knob and opens the door, allowing me to pass before him. I'm grateful that my apartment is reasonably picked up.

We've come here so I can pack a bag, but the door is barely closed when he devours my lips with his own. My hands drift up his chest, craving the sensation of his skin. I can feel the strength of his muscles beneath my fingertips. I've longed for this man deeply and intensely, and I'm determined to move forward boldly.

Chance pulls my sweater over my head and cups my breasts. My nipples stand at attention as he flicks them with his thumb. Then he squeezes, applying just the right amount of pressure, and I sigh into his mouth as he pushes me up against the wall.

He guides my pants to the floor. "I've missed you so much," he whispers.

His hand glides over my bare leg, and I melt into his touch, craving more of the fiery sensation building within me. I spread my legs, inviting him in and guiding his hand upward with one of my own.

His fingers glide over my panties, finding their way to my most sensitive spot. I moan as his skilled fingers circle my bundle of nerves. He knows exactly how to make me quiver. His finger slips inside, and he pulls away, his eyes filled with desire.

"You're so wet for me," he whispers. "It's driving me crazy." He teases my clit again before thrusting two fingers inside me. I whimper as he hits just the right spot. A few more strokes and I'm reaching the peak of my climax, unable to control the waves of pleasure that wash over me.

But Chance doesn't stop there. "I want to do this over and over again tonight," he says.

And I know I want it too, craving more of his intoxicating touch.

He gently removes my panties as I tremble. "Lean your elbows against the counter," he commands directing me toward the kitchen, and I oblige, turning to face him. Chance spreads my knees apart, exposing me fully. Before I can comprehend what's happening, he's sitting between my legs. His fingers curl inside me while his tongue teases my clit.

I cry out in pleasure, unable to resist another climax and unwilling to live without it. He strokes in and out with a steady rhythm while simultaneously sucking and licking. My body tenses as I feel another orgasm approaching, and I grip the counter behind me. Chance continues to pleasure me, and I savor every moment until I convulse in ecstasy .

When my vision clears and my senses return, Chance scoops me into his arms and carries me to my bedroom. "I think we should stay here tonight," he says with a playful smile. "And would takeout work for dinner? I promise to make it up to you another time."

I nod in agreement, and he gently lays me on the bed. As I look up at him, my heart pounds with desire…and still a little lingering fear. I've never been one to take risks, but I have to push forward. With Chance, I'm safe. He's given me no reason to doubt him.

He crawls over me, his eyes never leaving mine. "I want to make love to you," he whispers, and my heart skips a beat.

His body presses against mine, his warm skin and the hard lines of his muscles making me feel safe and protected. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close as our lips meet in a passionate embrace. I can feel his desire, his need for me, and it only fuels the fire within.

As he trails kisses down my neck and chest, I arch my back, inviting him to explore further. His hands glide over my body, every touch sending shivers through me. I'm lost in the moment, in the intensity of our connection, and I let go of everything else.

"I'd like to see what you're hiding inside your pants," I tell him when we come up for air. He's still mostly dressed.

The corner of his mouth quirks, and he drops his jeans to the floor. His hard cock stands erect, and I want it deep inside me. He strokes it. "See how you affect me?"

He crawls over and positions himself above me. The passion in his gaze is overwhelming, and a new wave of desire washes over me. In one smooth motion, he enters me, filling me in a way that makes me feel complete.

He moves in a slow, deliberate rhythm, and I can feel the intensity building between us. He grips my hips as he pushes deeper. The feeling is incredible, overwhelming in the best way possible.

I wrap my legs around him as I beg for more. He responds in kind, increasing his pace and taking me deeper with each thrust. Our bodies move in harmony, connected in a way I've never experienced.

He strums my clit as he pivots in and out, and I can feel myself reaching the peak of another orgasm. I cry out in pleasure, my body trembling as waves of ecstasy wash over me. He continues to thrust, matching my rhythm until I'm completely spent and he's groaned out his release as well.

When we finally come down from the high, I lie in his arms, breathless. We've shared something truly special, and I know this is the start of a path I've never been down before. He looks down at me, eyes filled with affection.

I reach up and trace my fingers over his face. "I've missed you too," I whisper, and he pulls me close, his lips finding mine once more.

This time, the kiss is slow and tender, a reflection of the emotions we've shared and the bond we've committed to build, that we're building already. We lie together for what feels like hours, enjoying each other's presence and the comfort of our embrace.

He brushes my hair back from my face. "I don't ever want to let you go," he whispers.

I look into his eyes, seeing the depth of his feelings reflected there. "I hope you don't."