The kiss was shameless and intense, an impressive display of passion that bowed her in a delicate arch, caged by the unyielding iron and steel of Chance’s powerful frame. Firm, smooth lips moved over hers in a back and forth rub so skillfully seductive Melora could only sigh under their assault.
Give into the idea that, if she wasn’t going to escape the spotlight as she’d planned, there were plenty worse things than being exposed while discovering what it was to be really kissed by Chance Benson. It was all-consuming. There was something undeniable in his touch, something chemical, instinctual, and absolutely unexpected.
She didn’t understand it, couldn’t defend against it as, locked in his hold, her body and mind pushed into overdrive. Eyes closed, fingers flared at his should
Her words felt like an electric current straight to his groin. Chance was a man accustomed to taking what he wanted, how he wanted it. Because of who Melora was, he’d been willing to exercise more restraint than he ever did. But with that soft-spoken challenge thrown, there was no going back. Melora wanted him and he won’t say no to her proposal.“If this is what you really want… Then we need to get out of this hall. Now.” Her eyes lit, the seductive curve of her lips stretching as she reached for his jacket’s lapel, urging him back toward her storage closet. No one is going to find them there.“We should go back to the utility room.” He let out a bark of disbelieving laughter and stopped her with a firm hold at her wrist. Spun her back with a t
Brushing her hands aside, Chance stood before Melora, his chest rising and falling with the efforts of his restraint. Need raged in his eyes. Lines of strain bracketed his mouth. The corded muscles of his neck stood out in stark relief. For her. Her hands relaxed at her sides as Melora leaned back into the wall allowing this devastating man to take her away. And then she was in his arms, beneath the renewed assault of his kiss. His response was rough, scoring her lips as he pulled her into the unmistakable hardness of his ready body. Wide, strong hands skimmed across her back, her hips, her thighs in a reckless exploration that left the surface of her skin tingling with anticipation, with awareness, pulsing into the very center of her. It was ero
Melora moved slowly, opening her eyelids only to encounter a tangle of brown curls blocking her view. Shifting slowly, she reached up to shove the mess from her eyes, halting at the slow rise and fall of a chest beneath her cheek. Oh, God… Chance... She swallowed down the burst of joyous excitement as images, sensations, and whispers of the night before bombarded her waking consciousness. He’d been so gentle with her the first time. So careful. And then after that… Her toes curled deep beneath the sheets at the thought of all they’d done. Every single thing. They’d made love, over and over again. She smiled remembering Chance waking her with his hands, his mouth. A seductive growl accompanied by his rising need. Everything had been inc
Melora stood under the shower, her body still sore from that night filled with wild sex, her mind whirling a mile a minute as she began to sort out everything that just happened with Chance. Everything that would happen from now on. She needed to keep her calm and composure. She also wanted to make sure he understood she didn’t have expectations about a future together. Or at least a romantic future. Because while last night had been incredible, exciting in a way she hadn’t believed possible and would never regret, it was the going forward that mattered. Going forward as friends, as they’ve decided. Tipping her face beneath the water, she pushed back the sodden curls, wringing the heavy mass clean. These past hours with Chance had been a taste of what she’d missed so much over the ye
Chance ran his fingers through his hair, letting them slid at the base of his skull before letting go with a grunt. He started to walk fast, as far away from the ‘scene of the crime’ as he possibly could or want. Halfway from his Lamborghini, Chance stilled and turned to face the hotel’s entrance. She was still there, reading his stupid post-it… The only person willing and ready to help him, received from him a pitiful note after she gave him the most perfect night. But this was the problem, part of the reason why he’d reacted as he did and almost ran away from Melora. He acted like a jackass of epic proportions, but he needed her to understand how things would go between them from that moment on. Maybe he needed to understand it too. He also needed to forget stuff about the Melora from h
It was almost 3 pm when the bell rang. Melora had spent the better part of the morning, at least what was left of it once she’d been dropped home, doing her best not to think about Chance and what would happen when they saw each other. Melora was new in this game, she didn’t really understand how to react to all that was happening. Chance told her that she could trust him, that he already did something like this... But was he really worthy of her trust? Was he really going to be careful not to hurt her again? He will have to explain to her how exactly one transitioned from lover to friend. And Melora also needed to understand what it would take for her mind to stop playing out scenarios where she ended up back in his arms, kissing him passionately since all he wanted was friendship from her part
‘Unsuitable’... That was for damn sure. At least on this one, Chance was agreeing with the bastard! So why hadn’t Brando, the loving and overprotective brother, set her up somewhere more suitable for someone with Melora’s status? Chance knew for a fact Brando just bought some office building downtown. There was money, so why was Melora living like she was being the poor relative? Why was that son of a bitch treating his sister like she was nothing? Maybe dropping in on Brando at work would shed some light on it. He could put the priority of Melora’s security into perspective for the prick… But maybe, on second thought, he shouldn’t. This had ‘bad idea’ written all over the place.&
Beneath the September sky, Chance cut through the side streets, heading for Belt Parkway Promenade. Melora sat snuggled beside him in the sleek silver convertible, face tipped to catch the warm sunshine washing the city in an amber glow. The cold snap of a few days before coupled with the strong winds had blown half the fall leaves from their trees in one quick drop. The result was a glorious quilt of shades, from bronze to gold. Fall was her favorite season. Al the colors were giving her life. It was beautiful. Chance grinned beside her.“As I can see from the happiness on your face, fall is still your favorite time of year.”“Always and forever. The fall at the villa was always breathtaking… Such a show! Though it isn’t quite the same living in the city as it w