Chance showered too from the look of things. His back is still damp with beads of water and his hair is combed clean.
It’s one thing seeing him at the beach in briefs. And it’s entirely another standing in an enclosed space with him a few feet away. A towel is strapped around his waist showing off the outline of his glutes and strong thighs making me hungry for something that’s not food.
He turns and his eyes fall on me. They grow dark immediately as they sweep over my frame. I feel naked despite the shirt.
“I didn’t have anything to wear so I borrowed your...” I pull at it, unable to speak.
He meets my eyes and I see that’s not a problem at all. In fact, he seems to like it a lot.
Well, me too.
I move first, but he’s faster.
The distance between us closes and he claims my mouth with a kiss.
Chapter Seventeen
Chance
Maddie’s body fits against mine as our tongues roll together.
It’s a heady mix, tasting her mouth while having barely any clothes between us. The shirt she has on is old and soft and fails to hide her beaded nipples and the softness of her breasts.
A groan tears from me and I walk her back until she’s pressed against the island. She’s still too low so I scoop her up and deposit her on the smooth marble surface.
Her softumphdoes shit to me.
She’s level with me now so I can kiss her neck and suck on the skin there. She writhes in one spot, moving her hips back and forth. Her fingers splay across my back and she’s tugging me closer as if she wants me inside her—as deep as I can go.
My cock’s a rod beneath the towel around my waist. It’s dripping precum, begging to be let into her clenching hole.
I rub my hands up and down her thighs and she parts them easily.
“Please, Chance,” she hums, her fingers running through my hair and pressing me down where I’m kissing her neck.
I leave the soft, sweet skin for a second. “Please, what?”
“Please…” She moans as I find the lobe of her ear and roll my tongue around it. “Please.” Her hips buck and she rubs herself against my lower belly.
Her wetness sticks to my skin and forces a spurt of precum out of me.
She’s so goddamn needy.
I want to give in. But I don’t want her to feel the regret that would come after. She was pretty clear.
“You said no fucking.” I catch those restless thighs and hold them apart, then I shift forward.
She’s on my towel covered-cock in a second, her hips rolling around feverishly.
I pull back. “You said.”
“I know what I said!” She squirms, frustration written on her features as her hips twist around but can’t find the friction.
I need her to tell me straight. No lust haze getting in the way of her good sense.
“Have you changed your mind?”
“Please, Chance.”
