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“Shit, shit, shit,” Gracie panted, fear running through her. Those times when she’d held herself back from kissing him, when she’d let worry stop her, ran through her head. Now he was hurt and she didn’t know how badly.
She bent over Chesney, her hands darting over him as she searched for a wound. “Are you ok? Did he get you?”
“I’m fine, just a bruised ego -”
Gracie stood up quickly. Adrenaline made her shake slightly. She’d been terrified, thinking that Chesney had been hurt and she wasn’t going to just let someone get away with this. The intruder was going to pay.
With her taser still clutched in her hand, she ran in the direction the man had gone. The street was deserted as Gracie got back to her car, scanning the area. He could not have gotten far, but there was nothing moving in either direction. No pedestrians, no cars, and certainly no running men wearing balaclavas.
Was that someone a few dozen yards to her left? She paused, trying to work out if it was a person or just a tree branch.
Why the hell weren’t there more streetlights?
She took off, jogging a few steps until she could see the tree more clearly. It wasn’t the intruder. He’d escaped her. She hissed, angry at her failure. She turned back, striding back to Chesney’s house.
Chesney was waiting for her at the front door.
“I lost him,” she said, as the two of them walked into the house. He led her into an open living room that had been worked over. Books had been thrown off bookshelves, papers scattered across the floor and surfaces, leaving only the leather couch free of mess. “Wow.”
“Yeah, it doesn’t look like he actually took anything, just messed the place up a bit.”
It was, Gracie recalled, the second time that Chesney had been burgled in less than a week.
“Are you ok?” Gracie asked, still panting and worried about him.
“Me?” Chesney choked a bitter laugh, “Why did you run after him?! I was worried about you. What would you have done if you’d caught up with him?”
“I can take care of myself,” Gracie said sharply. The anger and fear and relief combined so that it was difficult to think clearly. “I had my taser.”
“You just…” Chesney took a step closer so that she had to tilt her head up to keep looking at him. “You just ran out...putting yourself in needless danger!”
Gracie blinked, his concern hitting some part of her that had long been put away and forgotten.
Moving slowly, Chesney raised a hand and cradled her cheek. The pad of his thumb stroked against the bottom of her lip.
His soulful eyes were so close. Gracie could feel her resolve breaking.
The excitement of the fight and the chase, the adrenaline still coursing in her veins, she could still feel her own panic as she’d seen Chesney fall and now he was right in front of her, looking at her with something like wonder. It was all too tempting. Her eyes shut as the last thread of her will power gave way. Chesney’s lips were hot against her, sparking a flame inside her that she could not damp down.
Gracie moaned, giving up all resistance to her desires and wrapping her arms around Chesney’s neck, pressing into the kiss and stoking the fire that was already burning inside her.
She pulled back, gasping and desperate for more of him, all her previous doubts evaporating as she felt the heat of him. Gracie’s hands twined into his hair, gripping onto him and pulling him back to her, directing his mouth to her sensitive neck. She sighed in pleasure, leaning back as his wicked mouth kissed and licked her until she didn’t have a coherent thought in her head. She was being driven wild and she pushed his head further down, wanting to feel the heat of his tongue on every inch of her skin.
He groaned, his hands caressing every part of her that he could reach over the barrier of her clothes. It was too much and nowhere near enough. Gracie pulled at her own clothing, wanting to feel him, wanting his talented mouth.
Gracie undid her jeans, and Chesney pulled back, his eyes wide as he watched her. The fight in the garden was over, but this evening could have taken a very different turn if Chesney had been stabbed. She’d be in some hospital waiting room, hoping that he was going to pull through. Her fingernails dug into his scalp, holding him close, not wanting to think about how close she’d come to losing him only a few minutes ago.
She pushed him down and he willingly fell to his knees in front of her. Reverently, he pulled down her jeans, pushing them down her legs and leaving on her panties.
“Look at you,” Chesney whispered, stroking the front of her panties. She was already wet, impossible not to be after the way that they’d kissed. Behind her was the leather couch and Gracie sat back onto it, spreading her legs. “Oh, baby, you’re perfect.”
He leaned up kissing her mouth again and then trailing kisses down until his tongue dug into the hollow of her throat, planting small kisses there.
“Andy...I…” Gracie struggled, her words getting lost as his thumb brushed against one of her hard nipples through her lacy bra.
“What do you want? Hmm?” His voice was annoyingly calm and Gracie hated it. She wanted him to be just as breathless and inarticulate as she was.
“I want,” Gracie said, pushing him back as she licked her lips, “I want your mouth on my pussy, I want you to lick me until I scream.”
