Page 95 of Miss Trust

Tory

Was there anything sexier than Chance Maxwell naked and stalking towards me? The mischief in his eyes had me smiling. And oddly enough, I was completely at ease. Such a strange feeling to find complete trust in a man. To believe if I’d said stop, he would have.

“What is your smile for?” he queried, skimming his hands up my calves.

“Not what, who.”

He stopped at my words, making me regret having been so honest. But then his lips curved into a smile of his own. “Do you know I had a moment tonight?”

“What kind of moment?”

“The kind which had my heart skipping a beat when I watched you walk across the room towards me.”

The kind which was making my heart do something crazy right now. “I already agreed to let you put it in my butt. There’s no need to sweet-talk me further.”

He threw his head back and laughed before pulling me by the ankles closer to the edge of the bed and him. “Why do I feel like you were more comfortable when we were lobbing insults at each other than you are now with pretty words?”

He was joking, but his question was highly perceptive. What did it say about me when I preferred conflict over honeyed words? Why did they make me uncomfortable? But I knew. Compliments and loaded questions made me nervous. They made me yearn for something which had the potential to hurt me in the long run.

“It’s safer,” I whispered. I was unprepared for him to lift me up and into his arms for a soul-searing hug, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat.

He framed my face, and with an intensity I’d never seen from him, he whispered, “You’re safe with me, Victoria.”

Chance didn’t give lip service. He also didn’t lie, which left me with no choice but to believe his words. If I currently analyzed them, it would completely freak me out. So I channeled all of my emotions into a kiss.

He didn’t disappoint, meeting my lips with barely contained lust. I reached between us, my hand curling around his length. “You sure it’ll fit?” I had my doubts.

But he merely smirked, moving to get my vibrator. “Lie on your back, gorgeous.”

Jesus, I was shaking as I followed his instructions. Anticipation flowed through me. But instead of selecting the vibrator, his mouth went to work on my clit.

“Good Lord,” I rasped, already oversensitive from the two orgasms. I bucked my hips, needing more and disappointed to find he was in no hurry. When I thought I could endure no more of the exquisite assault, I came apart under his diabolical tongue, gasping when he inserted the now-buzzing device into me. He went slowly, allowing me to relax to the sensation. Since the vibrator provided dual stimulation, he lined up the other part to my now-swollen clit.

His lust-filled gaze looking down upon me was the most erotic thing in the world. Just when I thought I was about to orgasm, he turned the device off and reached over for a small bottle to squirt the lube into his hand. As soon as he’d spread it around, he slipped one finger inside of my tight hole. A second finger worked its way in, causing me to gasp.

“Relax.”

How could I when desire mixed with discomfort, and my body felt on edge? I gulped when a third finger started to stretch me. Suddenly, the vibrations started again, taking my attention away from the exquisite burn in my ass.

My legs were already shaking from the over-sensation of being filled both ways. My eyes rolled back, my hips arched up, and a low moan slipped past my lips.

Removing his fingers, he made quick work of squirting more lubrication onto his shaft before positioning himself. “We’ll go slow.”

I immediately tensed when he exchanged his fingers for the head of his cock, moving inside.

“Push against me.”

I did as he requested, the initial burn giving way to an intensely carnal sensation at being possessed in both holes.

He upped the intensity of the vibrator while moving deeper into my ass until he was buried to the hilt. Holding still, he ground out, “So far, so good?”

“Yes. I need you to move, though.”

His thrusts were shallow at first, allowing me the opportunity to adjust to him. Then finally, they deepened, causing a dizzying sensation to wash over my entire body. Suddenly I exploded into tiny shards of pleasure while my body convulsed with the orgasm to beat all orgasms. This wasn’t just a climax. This was falling into the abyss of raw desire with no intention of pulling the ripcord to safeguard the landing.

I was vaguely aware of him hovering over me, his bright green eyes filled with concern. “You okay?”

“Uh-huh. In case I forget to tell you later, you can raid my underwear drawer any time.”

He chuckled, taking my lips in a searing kiss. “Come on, let’s go take a hot shower and get you to bed.”

The next morning while on the plane home, a thought slammed into me. I was in love with Chance Maxwell. How the hell had I allowed this to happen? More importantly, how could I turn it off?

Yes, the sex had been amazing. Another level. But it wasn’t just the physical connection. It was the way he got me. The way he pushed me to a level of trust I’d never had in any man.

But Chance wasn’t a relationship guy. Sure, he’d said it was “more,” but “more” could mean a couple months as opposed to a weekend. He wasn’t the type of man to be tied down. He traveled the world, and worked every night with beautiful women. It was only a matter of time before he grew bored of me. And I wasn’t the type of woman to risk it. Therefore, I needed to reverse course and steer us to a place whereby “more” simply meant we’d enjoy each other physically and avoid talking about the future. I needed to put on the brakes and cease believing this could be anything else.

But it sure as hell wasn’t happening while I watched him teach Go Fish to my daughter next to me on his jet. Nope. If anything, he was only pulling me in deeper. For a man who’d been so awkward around kids when we’d first met, it was amazing to see the patience and kindness he’d developed. During the entire ride back to Los Angeles, he had Penelope thoroughly enjoying her card game.

What could I do? One thing I absolutely couldn’t do was tell him my feelings. No way. No how.

So I needed to bury them. No problem. I’d been doing that my entire life. I could keep it up until he started looking to move on. If he could simply own up to this thing between us having an expiration date, I could keep my heart in its impenetrable box.

It occurred to me it already might be too late.