MEGAN
“Talk to me.’’ Chance’s voice was soft in the quiet bedroom. The city's lights were the only reason why the room wasn’t in complete darkness.
My fingers kept their wandering ways on Chance’s bare chest. I couldn’t stop touching him. I wondered if maybe I wanted to make sure he was still there, in my bed with me.
“What do you want me to say?’’
He turned on his side, disrupting my fingers' journey, but I had a better view of his eyes now. Gently, he took ahold of my hand and tugged on my arm to get it around him. Once he was happy with how I was, he wrapped his arm around me and sighed.
“Anything. Everything.’’ He kissed the tip of my nose and I couldn’t stop my smile then. “Everything I learn about you, everything I see in you gets me more attached.’’ His thumb caressed my skin on the small of my back, very close to my naked ass. Whenever he touched my bare flesh, he seemed unable to resist letting his fingers wander. It never failed to give me shivers and draw out goosebumps.
“Alright,’’ I said with a smile, eyes riveted to his. My heart pumped harder, seemingly helping hope blossom through my whole being. When the man of your dreams talked like this after the most earth-shattering sex, it was impossible to keep your emotions in check. “Uh, let me think. I couldn’t pronounce my ‘r’ correctly until I was nine. Apparently, I had a weird mix of American and French accent going.’’
“Cute.’’ His smile blinded me. “What else?’’
“I hate caramel, but I’d damn myself for chocolate. It’s never too early or too late for chocolate.’’
“You have a sweet tooth.’’ He kissed my nose again and then my forehead. His lips lingered there. “How did you deal with your brother’s accident?’’ I tensed against him and he felt it. His hand rubbed my back soothingly. “You don’t have to answer.’’
“No, it’s okay. It’s been so long. I’m not used to talking about it, to be honest. My father and brother don’t and Mom gets that haunted look whenever Max is mentioned.’’
“So you never talk about him?’’
“Rarely. After the accident, Mom made me go to a shrink. Mathis did too, mostly because he barely uttered a single word for so long. I was so young when it happened that I barely remember Max. In a way, I think that’s what saddens me more.’’
“Not having enough memories to remember him?’’
“Yes. And possibilities. Our whole family died that day with Max in a way. My Dad hardened and closed himself to us. My mother’s smile has never been the same. And Mathis… I think Mathis’ changes are the ones that affected me the most growing up. I used to be very close to Mathis when I was a kid, a lot more than to Max. Max was driven and very serious. Always with his nose in a book or talking about growing up to study at a top college to work with Dad. Mathis was the complete opposite. He rarely cracked open his textbooks, he would always befriend people in school and laugh and prank his friends or Max. Mathis and Max had a special bond.’’
“They were twins, right? I hear it’s special for twins.’’
“That’s probably why Mathis did a 180 when Max died. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love Mathis, and I’m proud of what he’s achieved, but he’s not the brother I remember from my early childhood. He used to be open, carefree, fun and loving. He was always playing with me and didn’t mind ditching his friends to play dolls.’’
“It looks like he’s opening up, don’t you think?’’
“I think so, but you see, I’ll always wonder how life would be if Max were here with us.’’
“I know, baby.’’ He pushed away a strand of hair from my face. “I can’t imagine the pain you all went through.’’
Instead of answering and uttering some platitudes that wouldn’t reflect the hell we went through after Max’s surfing accident, I cuddled closer to Chance and tucked my head under his in the crook of his neck.
“Since Mathis married Lila, I’ve finally been able to stop worrying as much about him.’’
“He’s lucky to have a sister like you. Who am I kidding? I’m lucky you’re willing to give me another chance. Your heart is the most precious thing, Megan.’’
“Don’t squash it then.’’
“I won’t.’’ The muscles in his back tensed under my hands. “But be careful with mine too.’’
I pulled away and searched his eyes. For once, his face wasn’t open, but carefully neutral.
***
CHANCE
Her big brown eyes calmed the nervous energy that seized me. Her sincerity and affection for me were plain as day, and she wasn’t the kind of woman who played with other’s heart. She was the kind of person who didn’t lie and whose feelings you perceived if you didn’t have your head up your ass like I used to.
“You have nothing to worry about with me,’’ she whispered and brought her lips to mine in a kiss that felt a lot like more. It seared my heart and boiled my blood. Instantly, my cock twitched and turned to a rock in a matter of seconds.
I laid on my back and tugged Megan to follow on top of me. Her perky breasts pushed against my chest and her taut nipples tore out of me a groan when I teased them with my fingers. Or maybe it was how her tongue traveled to my pecs and how she used her teeth to toy with me.
All I knew was how much I wanted Megan and how insane she drove me.
She moved her hips against me, dragging her wet pussy along my erection. Our moans mixed, growing louder as sweat covered my skin.
“Shit, I want you now, baby.’’
“Oh, Chance!’’ she said in a strangled voice, throwing her head back. “This feels so good.’’
“It’ll be better once I’m deep inside you.’’
“Yes!’’
I grabbed her by her lean hips and threw her on the bed next to me. Without waiting, I crawled on top of her and jerked her legs up until the back of her thighs were on my shoulders. I took a deep breath to calm down and pushed a finger inside her. Her warmth and wetness were heaven. I closed my eyes and let her pleasure-filled sound consume me.
I kept pushing my finger in and out of her, but when she clenched, I stopped. I couldn’t take this anymore.
In one swift thrust, I was inside her to the hilt.
“Chance,’’ she sighed and whispered my name, but what did me in was the way she tightened around my length.
“It keeps getting better,’’ I uttered in awe, pulling out almost completely to thrust inside her again.
Her moan rewarded me. The bed hit the wall and probably made no secret to her neighbors of what we’re doing.
“Don't stop. Please,’’ she stuttered and moved her hips in time with mine.
“I can’t stop.’’ I tightened my grip on her sweet ass and didn’t stop thrusting in and out of her. The sounds of our bodies, our moans and praises, the way my balls kept hitting her ass… everything was dizzying.
My blood rushed through my veins, pleasure drenched my whole body. I was lost in the moment, to her and her body. What I couldn’t name or was too chicken shit, I expressed with my body, my cock and the pleasure we gave each other.
Then, she clamped around my length so damn hard a strangled moan escaped me. She stole my breath as she arched upward and closed her eyes tight while her mouth remained wide open. The sounds she made were muffled by my buzzing ears, but the vision of Megan orgasming was more than I could bear. With one last thrust, I came so damn hard I lost control and all train of thought. I was weightless. I was on fire. She consumed me.
I came back to myself to the feeling of Megan’s arms around me, her grip so tight it was like she tried to mesh us together. My nose was just behind her little ear and our smell enveloped me.
“Am I crushing you?’’ I asked, panting against her fevered skin. My lips traced the words against her flesh.
“No. I love feeling you.’’ She trailed her hands down my sweaty back and kissed my shoulders.
Nothing had ever felt as close to felicity as it did at that moment. I was coming down from the high of making love to an incredible woman. I was still inside her, softening. My body was as pressed against hers as close as humanly possible and she kept me in her arms.
Perfection like I had never experienced before, the kind of moment that pushed away my apprehension and told me that there was no other place, no other woman I wished to be like this with.
With Megan, I wasn’t Chance Atwood, CFO of the huge empire that was Grimes Enterprises.
Just like she wasn’t Megan Grimes, sister to Mathis Grimes, huge mogul.
We were just Megan and Chance, getting to know each other while my heart moved in sync with hers.
“Kiss me, Megan.’’ I pulled back and didn’t wait for her answer. I took her lips and slipped my tongue to meet hers.
She wanted me and she had me. I wouldn’t turn my back on this, on her.