Chapter 9

Nine

T ori moaned against Chance’s lips as his hands tangled in her hair. They were making out on her sofa like a couple of teenagers and she couldn’t remember being this excited about a kiss in her life.

She wanted more, though. So much more.

“Come upstairs with me,” she rushed out before she could change her mind.

Chance backed away and held her gaze. “What about Emmett?” he asked.

“Other side of the hall,” she told him. “We just need to be quiet.”

He tilted his head and she knew he was working out if this was a good idea or not. He must have decided because he pecked a kiss on her nose before standing, pulling her with him.

“If you change your mind or I go too far, let me know and I won’t be upset. Promise me?” Chance said at the bottom of the stairs.

She appreciated his concern for her, but she wasn’t worried about wanting him to stop, more about not wanting him to stop. This was incredibly unlike her but she wanted him and needed to act on it.

They turned at the top of the stairs and she poked her head in to make sure Emmett was sleeping. He was softly snoring and she quietly closed his door all the way before heading to the end of the hall to her room.

“He fell asleep fast,” Chance commented as she closed the door.

“He can keep going all day but the second he lays down, he’s out,” she told him.

“I’ll bet. I wish I had his energy.”

“We all do.”

“Let me see what I can do with the energy I do have, though,” he teased.

Tori laughed and turned on a lamp by the bedside before returning to the door and locking it. Emmett would be unlikely to wake up, but she didn’t want him traumatized if he did.

“Come here,” Chance said.

She went to him and he put his hands back in her hair. Brushing up against him, she arched up, searching for his mouth.

“Are you sure?” he asked again.

“You’re starting to make me think you’re not,” she told him.

“Never that,” he laughed.

Chance backed away and tore his t-shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. Tori licked her lips as she looked at his tattoos. She’d fantasized about seeing them up close and now here she was.

Reaching out, she ran a finger over his chest as she studied them. “I’ve always wanted to see these up close,” she told him.

Chance groaned as she studied them. The light was dim, but she could see the ink. She explored his tanned and toned chest for as long as he could tolerate.

He grabbed her wrists, stopping her. “My turn,” he growled.

Tori backed away and pulled her own shirt up and over her head. Chance watched her every movement and she felt empowered by his reactions. Reaching behind herself, she unclasped her bra, slowly pulling the straps from her shoulders.

It took only a second for Chance to react, laying her down on the bed. His hands were on her, squeezing, kneading her breasts. Tori reached for a pillow, throwing it over her head as she fought back moans.

Chance took one nipple into his mouth and sucked. She whimpered and held the pillow tighter. He quickly moved to the other, doing the same and she felt the heat pool between her legs. If he stopped now, she’d never recover.

“Do you like that?” Chance whispered.

Tori pulled the pillow back and glared at him.

He chuckled. His hands slid lower until they reached the waistband of her jeans. With one finger, he skirted just inside of the band before unbuttoning them and backing off her to pull them free.

Tori pulled the pillow back over her face. It was a bad idea to do this tonight. She wanted it, but quiet might be a little difficult for her with him. Every touch set her on fire and left her crying for more.

Chance pulled his own zipper down and froze. “I don’t have a condom,” he said sadly.

“On the pill,” she told him. If he left now, she’d lose her mind.

“I’m clean. I’ve never… without,” he said.

It took him a moment before he returned to the bed. She expected him to ask her if she was sure again. Surprised he didn’t.

His hands were back in motion on her now, sliding over her core. She bit down on the pillow.

“You’re so ready,” Chance breathed.

He slid one finger deep inside her before adding another, building a rhythm. His palm flattened against her and her body bucked against it, using thre pressure to help build her climax.

Chance curled his fingers inside her. Gripping the pillow tightly, she screamed into it as her orgasm took over. He continued his ministrations as she floated down on the other side of bliss, stars dancing behind her closed eyes.

The pillow was pulled away, and Chance pressed a kiss to her lips. “Next time, I need to watch you come undone.”

Next time. She liked next time. “Your turn.”

Tori started to sit up, ready to return the favor to him. Chance stopped her, pushing her back down to the bed.

“I know for a fact that if you do that, a pillow will not muffle the sounds I will make.”

Tori giggled and laid back. Chance settled between her legs, poised to enter, holding her gaze.

“Are you—“ Tori cut him off.

“If you’re not sure, then say so. Otherwise, I can assure you I want this, you.”

Slowly, Chance slid into her. Inch by inch, her body stretched to accommodate him. It had been so long. She moaned as he reached his hilt.

“God, Tori,” Chance breathed out.

He pulled almost all the way out and then filled her again in one smooth thrust this time. Tori grabbed the pillow again, biting it as Chance pounded into her.

Her legs were lifted, and put on his shoulders as he continued. She was going to ache in the best ways tomorrow. That angle increased her pleasure, and she pulled the pillow away.

“Not going to last,” she huffed out.

Chance growled at her and picked up the pace. She clenched the pillow as she neared her second release, knowing there was no way to be quiet.

“Come, Tori. Now.” She heard Chance’s harsh whisper.

She’d never responded to anything the way she did to that. The command sent her flying over the edge, this release higher and harder than the last one.

“Chance,” she yelled through gritted teeth, even as she tried to remind herself to be quiet.

“Tori,” he ground out.

She felt him release inside of her, his body jerking as he did before collapsing above her. He anchored himself on his elbows to keep from crushing her and pulled the pillow away.

“Next time, I’ll see you,” he promised.

Kissing her deeply, he pulled away and slid out of her with a hiss. “Bathroom?” he asked.

She pointed to the door to her ensuite.

“Be right back,” he said before leaving the bed.

She heard the water running and waited patiently for him to clean up so she could do the same. To her surprise, Chance returned with a damp hand towel and cleaned her off.

The act was so intimate she couldn’t stop the blush that spread over her despite everything they had just done.

Tossing the towel back in the bathroom, Chance returned to her side, pulling her to him. “I know I can’t stay, but just for a little while?”

Tori nodded. Very little could make her get up at this point. She was sated, held by the man who had turned her body into jello. She couldn’t move if she wanted to right now.

At some point in the night, she woke to an empty bed, the covers tucked around her. Chance was gone like she knew he needed to be, but that didn’t stop the longing she felt to turn over into his arms again and repeat what they’d just done.