Chapter 22
I stand in the bathroom mirror looking at my reflection. It’s been a long few weeks on the road and living in hotel rooms is not my favorite thing. But, tonight’s concert was amazing and knowing it was the last one, made me incredibly sad.
I’ve changed so much since I left Los Angeles that morning. Getting onto the plane, I was nervous but optimistic. Max was an instant friend, despite being so raw after his confession. Harley was hilarious and quickly became someone I looked up to. Damien was slower to warm up to me but he’s come around and I feel like he’s accepted me. Joshua was a surprise. I expected all business from him and although he’s very serious, I’ve noticed him relaxing and having a little more fun the past few weeks.
Then there’s Chance. Who would have known that when I stepped on that bus, he’d steal my heart? I’d made a judgement about him from everything I’d heard or seen. He’d been the subject of quite a few articles at the newspaper. He’d never done anything to make me think he was any different than the rumors predicted. It took one minute, one that was feverish and full of germs, for me to see him in a new light. Sitting at that breakfast table, flushed and sweating, I wanted to take care of him. I’d loathed him and caring about him in that instant confused me. He needed me and I wanted to be there for him.
Then he walked into that elevator, chilled from the pool and dripping water onto the floor and life shifted. His kiss a few days before had been surprising. My heart had responded and my eyes had opened. But when I saw Lorenzo, life went back to normal. Something happened when he was sick. Seeing him shirtless and suffering changed me at my core. Then he told me he was cold and asked me to lie down and it was total clarity. The reason I felt so protective was suddenly obvious. It was Lenny and I was going to get it right this time.
“What are you doing?” Chance moves my hair over my shoulder and kisses my neck. I watch him in the mirror. He’s absolutely stunning. His dark hair is still damp from the shower and his eyes are tired from tonight’s show.
“I was just thinking about the last few weeks.” I turn toward him and give him a hug.
“About how wrong you were about me, Princess?” Chance laughs and kisses me softly.
I laugh with him and lose myself in his kiss. His perfect lips move against mine like they were made to be there. The heat coming off his body always surprises me. His hands hold me at the waist but it’s not close enough. I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer to me.
“Make love to me,” I whisper against his mouth. He growls and picks me up to carry me into the bedroom. He’s such a caveman and I love it.
“Get naked, woman.” He winks at me as he unbuttons his jeans. He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I practically rip my dress over my head. He moans when he sees I’m not wearing anything underneath. “You have to stop that. No one else can see this body. It’s mine, you understand me?”
“We’ll see,” I giggle and he lunges at me. He pins me to the mattress and just like that, anything he says, goes.
“That’s not up for discussion. This body belongs to Lennon Chancellor and if I have to pin a sign on it, I sure as shit will.”
He pinches my nipple and I bite my lip. “My body is yours.”
He bends closer and blows at the hardened peak he just pinched. My body responds instantly. My cheeks flush, my hands shake in anticipation and moisture pools between my legs. He runs his hand down my chest, my stomach, and stops to watch me. When I shake my head, he inserts two fingers into my wetness and my legs fall open even further. He rubs gently against my G Spot. He owns me and he knows it.
“I’m yours, too.” He kisses me passionately as he steadily tortures me with the promise of extreme pleasure. His fingers move so slowly and I want more.
“Chance, please, I need you.” I try to push harder against his fingers but he shakes his head. “Please.”
“Like this?” He pushes hard and fast against the spot that will soon make me explode with the most intense orgasm of my life. I pant and bite his shoulder. I ride his fingers without shame. I’m so close already. He changes the intensity and reaches down with his other hand and runs lazy circles over my clit. “Or like this?”
“Oh, God.” I flutter my eyes shut.
He pulls his hands away and slams his cock into me. “Or like this?”
It’s too much. He rolls under me and pulls me on top, never breaking our connection. He fills me so completely at this angle and I arch my back, feeling every inch stretching me, filling me like no one ever has. He grabs my hips and sets the pace. It’s almost punishing and I explode. Stars burst behind my eyes, I scream his name as my orgasm pours from my body, soaking us both.
He runs his fingers through the moisture and licks them clean. He almost growls as he rolls me back over and pins me with his body. He angles my knees so they’re against my chest and slows down his pace. He watches our connection and it’s so hot. Seeing his cock, covered in my orgasm, easing in and out of me, the sound of how soaked I am echoing through the room, it’s almost too much.
His eyes lock with mine and he stops moving. He takes a deep breath and brushes my hair off my forehead. “You’re so beautiful. I love doing this with you. It feels so incredible.”
I reach for him as he bends down to kiss me. His lips are gentle. He reaches his hands under me, cupping my ass and putting all his weight on me. His body is so close that each stroke causes him to rub against my sensitive clit. It begs for more and Chance gives it to me with each thrust.
The friction is all-consuming and I begin to pant against his mouth. He picks up speed as my legs begin to quake. His lips leave mine and he makes eye contact again. The emerald color is so vivid. He doesn’t look away from me as my orgasm starts. Staring into his eyes as I come apart is powerful. I’m mesmerized.
He keeps his slow pace as he moans. I know he’s close and I can’t wait to see him shatter apart in my arms. His grip tightens and his breathing becomes labored. He struggles to keep eye contact as he empties himself inside me, quivering and shuddering as his orgasm surges from his body.
“Kat,” he moans as he takes my mouth, his tongue demanding entrance and owning me. He angles my head to get even deeper as he kisses me as if his life depends on it. He cups my cheeks, making me feel loved and safe. His tongue dances with mine in perfect harmony. Never has a kiss been so powerful. “I was born to kiss you, Katrina.”
My heart melts. He’s such a surprise. Who knew Lennon Chancellor was such a softie? I hug him tighter and lose myself in the feel of his mouth on mine. I want to spend every minute doing this, for the rest of my life.