muttered thickly. „I’ve told you, everything’s going to be all right. Trust me
tonight.“
„It’s not a question of trust,“ she said awkwardly. She stroked his hip with uncertain fingers. „At least, not
exactly.“
„What is it, then?“ he asked coaxingly as he nuzzled the softness of her throat.
„It’s just that there’s more of you than I, uh, expected.“ Embarrassed by the idiocy of her observation, she ducked
her head and found her lips on his flat nipple. Instinctively she put out the tip of her tongue and tasted him. Chance
sucked in his breath.
„Don’t worry about it,“ he said with a husky chuckle. „Something tells me we’re going to fit together beautifully.“
He moved his palm down over her stomach until his fingers sank into the soft hair below. When one callused fingertip
found the small bud that is the focus of feminine sensation, it was Rachel’s turn to fight for breath. Deliberately
Chance stroked her, holding her even more tightly when she arched in his arms.
„Chance.“
„That’s it, sweetheart. Come alive for me.“ He dipped lower, parting the softness of her and finding the sweet, warm
dampness he had provoked. When he slipped one finger into her, Rachel shivered and cried out.
Her response inflamed him. She could feel his control fading rapidly, and the knowledge that she had such power
over him fed Rachel’s own desires. Suddenly she was all woman, sure of her sensual power and glorying in the
response she was eliciting in this one particular man. She wanted to please him, entice him, torment him and satisfy
him. She reached out to touch him as intimately as he was touching her.
Chance felt the skyrocketing eagerness in her and muttered short, hoarse commands into her ear as he pulled her
closer still.
„Touch me,“ he whispered fiercely. „Yes, like that. I want to feel your fingers all over me. Lower. Yes. Yes. Tighter,
harder. God, don’t be shy with me, sweetheart. Not tonight. I need to know you want me. Again. Do that again, love.
Can you feel how much I need you? I’m going to explode inside you. I’m going to go up in flames when I make you
mine. I knew from the first you were going to be able to do this to me. I shouldn’t have waited this long to make it
happen. I was a fool not to drag you off to bed that first night.“
She heard the words but she was only half listening to the actual meaning. Most of what impinged on her senses
was the tone and feel of them. She heard the masculine need, the sharp, demanding desire, the promise of fulfillment,
the urgent command to surrender herself to him completely.
„I want you, Chance. I didn’t know… I didn’t realize how much. I didn’t know it would be like this.“ She urged his
mouth down to her breast and sighed when he willingly took her nipple into his mouth. She felt his tongue and then
the faint, exciting edge of his teeth. Her fingers tightened in his hair.
The flaring excitement continued to build between them. Safe in the warm darkness under the quilt, they explored
each other, murmuring words of promise and passion. Rachel was lost in the mindless world of sensation that Chance
had created. She could think of nothing else except the magic of the moment.
Chance never let up the pressure. To Rachel every movement, every stroke, every word seemed expressly designed
to stoke the fires within her. She had never known such an explosive sensation. When he moved at last, parting her
legs and positioning himself at the very entrance to her secret softness, she wrapped her arms around him.
She closed her eyes, preparing herself for the first, hard thrust she was sure would trigger ecstasy. But for a taut
instant he lay tensely still above her, making no attempt to complete the inevitable union.
Rachel lifted her lashes and found him watching her with glittering, smoldering eyes. „What is it, Chance? What’s
wrong?“
„Sweetheart, you’re not thinking
tonight.“
„It’s not a question of trust,“ she said awkwardly. She stroked his hip with uncertain fingers. „At least, not
exactly.“
„What is it, then?“ he asked coaxingly as he nuzzled the softness of her throat.
„It’s just that there’s more of you than I, uh, expected.“ Embarrassed by the idiocy of her observation, she ducked
her head and found her lips on his flat nipple. Instinctively she put out the tip of her tongue and tasted him. Chance
sucked in his breath.
„Don’t worry about it,“ he said with a husky chuckle. „Something tells me we’re going to fit together beautifully.“
He moved his palm down over her stomach until his fingers sank into the soft hair below. When one callused fingertip
found the small bud that is the focus of feminine sensation, it was Rachel’s turn to fight for breath. Deliberately
Chance stroked her, holding her even more tightly when she arched in his arms.
„Chance.“
„That’s it, sweetheart. Come alive for me.“ He dipped lower, parting the softness of her and finding the sweet, warm
dampness he had provoked. When he slipped one finger into her, Rachel shivered and cried out.
Her response inflamed him. She could feel his control fading rapidly, and the knowledge that she had such power
over him fed Rachel’s own desires. Suddenly she was all woman, sure of her sensual power and glorying in the
response she was eliciting in this one particular man. She wanted to please him, entice him, torment him and satisfy
him. She reached out to touch him as intimately as he was touching her.
Chance felt the skyrocketing eagerness in her and muttered short, hoarse commands into her ear as he pulled her
closer still.
„Touch me,“ he whispered fiercely. „Yes, like that. I want to feel your fingers all over me. Lower. Yes. Yes. Tighter,
harder. God, don’t be shy with me, sweetheart. Not tonight. I need to know you want me. Again. Do that again, love.
Can you feel how much I need you? I’m going to explode inside you. I’m going to go up in flames when I make you
mine. I knew from the first you were going to be able to do this to me. I shouldn’t have waited this long to make it
happen. I was a fool not to drag you off to bed that first night.“
She heard the words but she was only half listening to the actual meaning. Most of what impinged on her senses
was the tone and feel of them. She heard the masculine need, the sharp, demanding desire, the promise of fulfillment,
the urgent command to surrender herself to him completely.
„I want you, Chance. I didn’t know… I didn’t realize how much. I didn’t know it would be like this.“ She urged his
mouth down to her breast and sighed when he willingly took her nipple into his mouth. She felt his tongue and then
the faint, exciting edge of his teeth. Her fingers tightened in his hair.
The flaring excitement continued to build between them. Safe in the warm darkness under the quilt, they explored
each other, murmuring words of promise and passion. Rachel was lost in the mindless world of sensation that Chance
had created. She could think of nothing else except the magic of the moment.
Chance never let up the pressure. To Rachel every movement, every stroke, every word seemed expressly designed
to stoke the fires within her. She had never known such an explosive sensation. When he moved at last, parting her
legs and positioning himself at the very entrance to her secret softness, she wrapped her arms around him.
She closed her eyes, preparing herself for the first, hard thrust she was sure would trigger ecstasy. But for a taut
instant he lay tensely still above her, making no attempt to complete the inevitable union.
Rachel lifted her lashes and found him watching her with glittering, smoldering eyes. „What is it, Chance? What’s
wrong?“
„Sweetheart, you’re not thinking
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