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When he reaches the base of his staircase and looks me in the eyes, giving me a chance to fight him, tell him to put me down and return to the gala. My brain tells me to stop him. To return to the sponsors and townspeople. To put on the show that they need from us, but I can’t do that. Looking into his eyes, I know the only place I want to be is in his arms. In his bed.
With a slight nod of my head, his lips crash to mine as he takes the stairs, and I know that any sense of logic and reason I hoped for is long gone.
As of tonight, I belong to Chance Declan.
Chapter Thirteen
Chance
Dakota feels like heaven in my arms. I don’t want to admit how right she feels, or how I never want to put her down.
This isn’t me. I don’t carry women through my house like a fucking romance hero. I don’t carry women anywhere. I’ve never even brought them back to my house at all. My rule is their place so I can leave. Make a quick exit, usually before they wake.
The last thing I ever want is to have some love-struck bunny roaming around my property after her time is up.
But Dakota? She’s different, and that terrifies me.
Pushing the thoughts to the back of my mind, I slam my bedroom door closed with my foot and stalk to my bed.
“Chance, I think…” Dakota starts as I place her down on my bed.
I silence her with a kiss. “You don’t want to think.”
“I know, but…”
“So don’t.” I drop my head to her neck, lightly biting the spot I’ve learned drives her crazy.
I’m rewarded with a groan as she arches into me, grabbing tightly onto my hair.
Whatever Dakota was going to say must have left her mind as my hand finds its way up her dress. My hand slides along the soft skin of her thigh, riding high enough to find its way back up to her lack of a panty line. I growl into her soft skin as I lift her dress up, not stopping until the fabric is thrown onto the floor.
Seeing Dakota on her front steps when we pulled up earlier took my breath away. Seeing her naked on my bed with her lush brown locks strewn over the sheets makes my heart nearly fucking stop. The only light in the room is the fading sun streaming through my window, cascading hues of pink and orange across her body.
Her big, green eyes look back at me, a mix of lust and hesitation. I need to make her stop thinking so much so she can feel.
“Chance?”
I have a feeling she never lets herself go to act on what makes her feel good.
I need to change that.
“Shhh.” I take one of her nipples into my mouth, giving it a hard suck. Her scent intoxicates me. Oranges mixed with something. Maybe vanilla? She smells and tastes like a fucking popsicle.
Her fingers in my hair hold me in place, urging me on. I know I’m on the right track when she arches her back into me as I nip at her tight bud.
I love the feeling of her writhing underneath me, and I need to feel more of it. I need to feel her skin on mine; need her soft to my hard. I need everything about her.
Pulling away, I move to the other breast, giving it the same attention while flicking her abandoned nipple with my thumb. Her moans are all the encouragement I need.
I stand abruptly, pulling at my shirt, ridding myself of my clothes as I stare at the beauty in front of me.
Dakota’s hungry eyes track me as I move. I feel the goosebumps along my body as she raises onto her elbows, trailing her eyes down my chest and to my pants. I stop as I undo the button of my slacks, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Don’t stop now, Cowboy,” she says with a smirk.
With a chuckle, I continue, holding her gaze as I drop my pants, standing in front of her in only my boxers. Dakota bites her bottom lip, taking me in.
“Something you like, Counselor?”
