WhiskeyBottleLover (20 page)

“Damn, Chance,” he spoke with a gravelly voice he never
heard come from his throat before. “You’ve ruined us both, ya know that, don’t
ya?” Maybe it wouldn’t hurt her as bad but he knew his existence from here on
out would be more dismal than before.

“Don’t leave me, Hayes, not now.”

He heard her demand laced with a touch of fear. A twinge of
sadness clutched his heart briefly. Without saying a word, he gripped the
bottom of her sweater, slowly lifting to expose creamy white flesh on her flat
tummy. As the material rose higher she lifted her arms straight up in the air.
Oh yes, unwrapping Chance was a gift he would treasure for as long as humanly
possible.

Inch by inch more of Chance revealed to him until her
perfectly round breasts covered in a plain white bra were there, right in front
of him. The lush curve of the mounds made his throat go dry. In moments he’d
fill his hands with her, revel in her femininity and taste.

She helped him remove the sweater, dropping the garment to
the floor. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, trailing one fingertip down the
valley between her breasts, over her tummy until he touched her jeans. With two
fingers he popped the button free and then lowered the zipper.

Kneeling in front of her, he tugged the denim down over her
hips. “I’m going to give you everythin’ I have, darlin’.” He worked her jeans
down her thighs and damn near choked at the sight of scant black lace covering
her mound. “I don’t deserve you,” he admitted, but the devil himself wouldn’t
be able to stop him now.

She stepped out of her jeans and he shoved them away before
standing and drinking in the sight of her nearly naked. He didn’t think it
could get any better but when she reached behind her back and released the
clasp of her bra and let it drop from her arms, his heart almost stopped.

Dark, hard nipples tipped her gorgeous breasts. He couldn’t
stop himself. Hayes reached out, filling his palms, cradling her plump flesh as
his thumbs brushed back and forth over her nipples. He felt her body tremble,
heard the small gasp of breath and smiled when she pushed forward for more of
his touch.

“Take your clothes off, Hayes, let me see all of you.”

Without hesitation, he made the material disappear. A
delighted grin spread across her lips, quickly replaced by heated appreciation.
Her gaze drifted down over him in admiration. It humbled him but also made him
slightly shy. Women had used his body over the years, told him how masculine he
was, but with Chance it was different. It meant something.

“You make me feel inadequate,” she admitted as a pink hue
washed over her flesh.

Her statement rocked him. “There is no woman on this earth
who can compare to you.” And he intended to prove that to her.

Stepping in close, he leaned down and took her lips in a
tender kiss as one hand continued to fondle her breast and the other stroked
down her side. Chance moaned and he caught the breathy sound, swallowing it,
holding it for eternity. He pulled away, trailed kisses down the column of her
neck and then nipped at the tender flesh there at her shoulder.

“Your body is silk,” he murmured, moving down off her
shoulder. “Softer than any fabric a genie could ever hope to conjure.” He
trailed kisses above her breast, delighted in the small whimpers releasing from
her throat, and hungered to taste the hard little tip piercing his palm.

When he pulled back she groaned in protest and then gasped
when he scooped her into his arms and gently laid her on the mattress. Hayes
stole a moment to gaze at her gorgeous body stretched out before him. How would
he go on after this? No woman would ever look as desirable as Chance at this
moment. The black lace panties were in stark contrast to her pale skin and yet
seemed perfect. Life would be colorless from here on out. Nothing would ever
seem as vibrant as her.

Chance melted inside as Hayes stood there, his gaze
devouring her. She couldn’t help appreciating his physique as well. He stood
tall, hard and, dear God, ripped. She wanted to run her tongue along the
defined v at his waist. Smooth her hands over his thick thighs and, oh yes, she
wanted to impale herself on his jutting, rock-hard cock. Could he be real? Was
she actually dreaming?

Hayes climbed on the bed, stretched out over her, carefully
keeping his weight to a minimum as he continued to kiss her neck. A raging fire
started in her belly, spread out to consume her quivering muscles and
electrified her nerve endings. Anticipation made her stomach flutter as his
lips grew closer to her aching nipples.

When his tongue curled around one hard nub her head thrashed
to the side. His large hand gripped her breast, lightly squeezed and then he
sent her skyrocketing into space with a hard suck. Her fingers speared into his
hair, gripping and holding him there as lighting arced throughout her body,
exploding in her core.

“Hayes!” She’d been horny for him too long. Her orgasm
simmered just below the surface.

As he sucked and tormented her breasts, one large hand
skimmed down her body and tucked between her legs. Her thighs opened for him,
her hips bucked and she damn near pleaded for him to fuck her. Instead she
clamped her lips tight, wanting to ride this pleasure out, allowing him the
freedom to do what he wanted. His fingers rubbed her through the thin material
of her panties, teasing her clit and drawing hot liquid from her core.

Hayes groaned, released her nipple and nuzzled his face
between her breasts. “I can smell you,” he growled. “You smell like freedom,
sunshine and sweet honey.” One long finger nudged the panties aside and slipped
between her outer lips. “Aw, darlin’, you’re so wet.”

“I need you, Hayes. I’ve needed you my entire life,” she
whimpered.

He flicked her nipple with his tongue. “You’ll have me and
I’ll have you, but we’re goin’ slow, darlin’.”

She couldn’t stop the groan rolling from between her lips.
She’d burn alive if they took it slow, but isn’t that what she wanted? Her mind
went blank when he started kissing his way down her tummy, covering every inch
of her flesh in hot licks. When he stopped to dip his tongue into her
bellybutton, she bucked at the sensuality of it. She couldn’t stop her body
from writhing as he made his way to her hips, back and farther down until he
reached the edge of her panties.

“I like these,” he mumbled. “Sexy.” And then he gripped the
thin material in his fist and jerked, tearing the elastic.

She’d never had her underwear torn from her body before. It
sent thrilling chills over her flesh, drawing more moisture between her legs.
“Oh God, yes,” she moaned.

Hayes moved between her legs, raised her knees and began a
torturous game of teasing as he kissed her inner thighs up to the junction of
her legs and back. He always came so close but retreated. He was trying to kill
her. She knew it, and he would succeed soon.

“Hayes, please,” she whimpered.

His hands slipped beneath her butt, lifted her hips and then
he blew a steady stream of warm breath over her soaked pussy. Crazed with lust,
Chance thrashed her head back and forth, cupped her breasts and tweaked her
nipples to intensify the pleasure. He was so close that when she lifted her
hips she could feel the breeze of his breath on her wet flesh.

“You amaze me,” he said with awe his voice.

“I’ll amaze you more when you fuck me,” she replied with
desperation.

“Patience,” he chuckled. “First I have to taste you.”

Oh. God. She wouldn’t survive this. The first swipe of his
tongue from her clenched opening to her clit tore a scream from her throat. Her
body tensed, jerked and her hands fisted the sheets of the bed. Another pass of
his tongue and lights exploded in her eyes. She couldn’t breathe. She thought
her heart had stopped but then he licked again and the muscle nearly exploded
from her chest.

The man teased her clit, careful not to push her over the
edge, speared his tongue inside her and devoured her sensitive flesh. Chance
lost all control, she writhed, strange noises filled the room and she could
feel every single hair on her body. Yep, he was trying to kill her and she was
the willing victim.

“Can’t breathe,” she managed, spiraling through a thick haze
of pleasure.

Apparently that held little worry for him. He did pull away,
stopped his hungry laps at her pussy, but then he got to his knees, flipped her
over onto her belly and jerked her ass into the air. Chance scrambled to her
knees, eager for that first delicious feel of his cock pushing into her.

Hayes moved her legs, spreading them wide and then gently
rubbed his fingers over her swollen, sensitive flesh. One long finger dipped
inside her opening as his other hand smoothed over her ass. A deep groan
reverberated from his throat as he probed and teased her further.

“I promise I’ll give you what we both need,” he growled in
that dark, inhuman voice that sent tantalizing chills down her spine.

Chance turned her head and met his gaze. It should probably
scare her the way his eyes blazed with a misty, green hue, but it didn’t. It
mesmerized her, drew her further in to the moment, made her want more. His
finger teased the inside of her walls, rubbing that certain spot that made her
quiver and teeter on the edge of oblivion. When she thought for sure she’d lose
her control he withdrew, rubbed her flesh and then pushed inside again.

It took a moment, her brain didn’t want to work, but
eventually she realized what he was doing. Every time he stroked her inner
walls her body grew slick, coating his finger in her juices. Only when she was
soaked with desire once again did he stop. Positioning himself between her
legs, he gripped her ass cheeks, spread them apart and then ran his tongue
through her nectar.

A pleading cry tore from her lips as his hot tongue bathed
her and then speared inside her tunnel. A constant stream of whimpers were the
only thing that kept her from unraveling as she pressed her face into the
mattress and slowly went insane. He devoured her, ate like a man possessed.

When he satisfied his hunger he straightened, ran his hand
up her spine and followed it with his tongue. The assault of pure, raw pleasure
made her shake as sweat coated her flesh. Her experience with men had never
been like this. Did it have something to do with his magic? Did he intensify
the pleasure purposely? Did it matter?

“I’m sorry, darlin’, but I’m addicted to your taste. I
couldn’t stop myself once I got started.” Hayes helped her lower to the
mattress, rolled her onto her back and nuzzled her breasts, flicking her
nipples with his tongue.

She couldn’t stop shaking. She was drowning in pleasure. One
thrust and it would all be over.

Hayes positioned himself over her, opened her legs using his
knees and then stopped. A hard look settled over his face and then he sighed.

“As much as I want to feel you bare, I won’t leave you
behind with a child to raise alone.”

She glanced between them in time to see a condom cover his
engorged flesh seconds before he nudged the head of his cock against her
throbbing opening. Anticipation welled, constricted her throat and burned in
her lungs. She wanted this, God, how she wanted this.

“Look at me, darlin’. I want to see your eyes.”

She obeyed. That green flickering drew her in. Chance
gripped his arms, dug her fingers into hard muscle and held on.

As the head of his cock pressed against her she lifted her
hips and he slid in easily. “I won’t last,” she whimpered.

“You don’t have to.” He surged forward, gently but with
force.

All the pent-up anticipation exploded with her orgasm.
Chance arched, dug her fingers into his flesh as she screamed his name. Waves
of intense pleasure crashed through her hard. With each slow stroke of his cock
inside her, he drew the extreme release out. Her body shattered, she knew it.
Pieces were flying around the room.

When her vision began to clear and her body reassembled, she
locked gazes with him and shivered at his deep, penetrating eyes. They
flickered with greens and reds, watched her passionately and she knew no one
would ever make her feel more like a woman then this man.

Hayes lowered his head, kissed her neck, jawline and found
her lips. She quickly got lost in the tender caress of his lips while he
continued to pump and thrust inside her. Her fingers grazed down the bunched
muscles of his back, over the curve of his taut ass and then back again. Her
hips met his rhythm and for long, luscious moments they writhed together in
ecstasy.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, nipping her earlobe. “My
Chance. My only Chance.”

She couldn’t speak. When she tried she found her throat
tightening. His words brought a sad desperation to the moment. He still thought
there was no hope for them but she refused to believe it. He’d see. She’d find
a way.

Needing to take some control, she urged him onto his back,
straddled his hips and started a slow ride of ecstasy. Hayes took advantage of
his free hands, stroking her entire body. It was as if he wanted to commit her
to memory.

The motion of her body, the rub of his taut muscle and
coarse hair on her clit had her climbing that peak again. She could feel her
inner walls tightening, let the tingling pleasure take over and panted as she
gazed down at the most handsome man she had ever known. He too felt the climax
building, she could see it in the way his jaw clenched and his nostrils flared.
Even the colors in his eyes grew more intense.

Chance placed her hand on his thigh, bent back slightly and
increased her pace. Hayes reached up and cupped her breasts, tormented her
nipples and brought her sensitive body to the breaking point. This was all she
had to give him and she wanted it to cement him to her. He couldn’t possibly
think of leaving her after this.