Chance and I burst out laughing, agreeing to her request.
“When is the wedding?” Mel asks.
“When do you want to get married?” I ask Chance.
“As soon as possible. Tomorrow if we could.”
“Let’s give it a few days at least so we have time to prepare. New Year’s Eve?”
“A new year, a new beginning. Sounds right,” he says.
We spend the day watching Christmas movies, playing games and eating too much food, like the family we’ve become.
At the end of the night, when Mel goes to bed, Chance takes my hand and leads me to his room - our room now. I follow, my pulse quickening with anticipation.
He closes the door behind us and just looks at me for a long moment. The heat in his eyes weakens my knees. Heat pools low in my belly.
"Come here." His voice is rough with desire.
I cross over to him slowly, holding his gaze. When I'm close enough to touch, he reaches out and traces his fingers down my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
"I love you," he says again, like he's making up for lost time. "I love everything about you.”
"Show me," I whisper. "Show me how much you love me."
Something primal flashes in his eyes. He cups my face in his hands and kisses me deeply, like he's trying to pour every ounce of love and desire into it. I melt against him, my hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer.
His hands slide down my sides, caressing me through the fabric of my dress. When he reaches my hips, he grips themfirmly and pulls me flush against him. His cock presses against my belly, hard and insistent, and it sends a thrill through me.
“I need to make you mine.”
"Then take me," I breathe. "I'm yours, Chance."
He groans and walks me backward until my legs hit the bed. His fingers find the zipper of my dress, and he drags it down slowly, his knuckles dragging against my bare skin, his knuckles dragging against my bare skin. The dress pools at my feet, leaving me in just my bra and panties—dark green lace that I bought hoping for this exact moment.
Chance steps back and just looks at me. His eyes travel over every inch of my body, hungry and reverent at the same time. "God, you're gorgeous, Anita. So damn pretty."
I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting it fall. His breath catches as my breasts are revealed, and I watch his hands clench at his sides like he's fighting for control.
"Touch me," I say. "Please, Chance. I need your hands on me."
He closes the distance between us and cups my large breasts in his calloused hands. His thumbs brush over my nipples, and I gasp at the sensation. He lowers his head and takes one peak into his mouth, sucking gently, and pleasure shoots straight to my core.
"So responsive," he murmurs against my skin. "I love how you react to me."
His hands slide down to my panties, and he hooks his thumbs in the waistband.
He pulls them down my legs, and I step out of them. Now I'm completely bare before him, and instead of feeling vulnerable, I feel powerful. The way he's looking at me, like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, makes me feel like a goddess.
"Your turn." I reach for his shirt buttons.
He helps me, stripping off his shirt and revealing the muscled chest I've admired so many times. I run my hands over his skin, feeling the heat of him, the strength in his body. When I reach his belt, I undo it slowly, watching his face as I pop the button on his jeans and lower the zipper.
His cock is already hard, straining against his boxers. I slide my hand inside and wrap my fingers around him, and he hisses in pleasure.
"Anita," he groans. "If you keep doing that, this'll be over before it starts."
I smile wickedly and stroke him once more before pulling my hand away. He shucks off his jeans and boxers quickly, and then we're both naked.
