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  “I didn’t think you wanted me to touch you.” He was giving off mixed signals, confusing Lacey, and since her mind was lust-muddled to begin with, it didn’t take much to expand the problem.

  The grip of his hand on her arm was reassuring. When he pulled her impossibly close, Lacey wanted to melt against him, to climb inside of him. The idea of being so close to anyone ever again scared her.

  “If I wanted your touch any more than I already do, I’d have come in my pants the minute your hand gripped me.”

  “Then why…” Her words were abruptly cut off by a searing kiss.

  When Chance pulled away, he said, “You’ll just have to trust me darlin’. I’m not used to giving over the power and I can’t guarantee it’ll ever happen again, but for tonight, I’m all yours.”

  “To do with as I please?” Lacey couldn’t hide the smile curving her lips.

  “All yours, baby, as long as you get started before I lose my mind.”

  There was no way in hell Lacey planned to disappoint Chance. “No problem, cowboy.”

  With the flick of a wrist and his complete cooperation, Lacey pushed Chance until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. First she removed his boots and then his socks. Once his feet were bare, she crawled her way up his lap. Once there, she leaned in to nip his abdomen. His abdominal muscles bunched and rippled beneath her lips.

  “Lift up.” Lacey murmured the words against his cloth-covered erection. When Chance did as instructed, she pulled and tugged his jeans and boxer briefs until they were completely free of his body.

  He sat before her magnificently nude. The bulbous head of his cock was a deep red in color and leaking copious amounts of his essence. No longer would Lacey have to wonder and dream of his taste. Finally she would have firsthand knowledge.

  As soon as her mouth closed over the head of his rigid shaft, Chance fisted her hair in his hands. His hold wasn’t painful, yet he held her tightly, instructing her of his likes, his needs, without a single voiced word.

  Lacey loved the way his large hands felt on her. It didn’t seem to matter where or how he touched her, her body reacted as if he were strumming her between the thighs. She immediately became wet, slick with the magnitude of her own arousal.

  She hummed in satisfaction as his shaft delved deeper into her mouth. He tasted hot. Slightly salty and musky, rich in manliness, just as she knew he would. When Lacey fondled the heavy sack of his testicles in her hand his cock bucked in her mouth, a spurt of come lingering on her tongue, filling her already on-edge senses.

  His flesh was fiery hot against her palm as she weighed him with what she hoped was the perfect amount of pressure. His moan of pleasure was her answer just before he stiffened, spilling into her mouth.

  His large hands fisted in her hair urged her on, and without backing away, Lacey took everything Chance had to offer, milking his softening cock until he shuddered with every pass of her tongue.

  * * * *

  “Damn, darlin’!”

  Chance wasn’t sure he’d ever experienced anything quite like Lacey’s lips wrapped around him. The feel of her small hand holding him from below while she tormented him with her mouth and tongue had made it nearly impossible to hold back.

  It wasn’t at all like Chance to allow a woman the upper hand when it came to bed play, but there was just something about Lacey that made him want to protect her and make her happy.

  After the attempted break-in and the scare she must have felt, Chance figured the best thing for her besides being in his presence and his care, was for her to be in control, even if it was of nothing more than him and the situation at hand.

  A situation she’d handled marvelously if the magnitude of his orgasm was any indication.

  “Damn baby good, or damn baby bad?”

  Her question startled him out of his reverie. How could she possibly think anything but good had come from the encounter?

  “Good Lacey, very good. So good, in fact, I think I should return the favor.”

  Chance winked, then gave her a lopsided smile. She was completely still, in her position kneeling at his feet. She was staring with wide hazel eyes as if trying to see right inside of him.

  “But, you already did…”

  Lacey’s voice trailed off. She tried to turn her head to hide the flush of her cheeks, but Chance was having none of it. There was only so much power he could comfortably give up and allowing Lacey to hide her emotions from him when he’d just gotten her to open up, was beyond that limit.

  “Look at me, darlin’.”

  It took a minute, but she did as he asked. Chance helped her to her feet and then onto the bed. When she was settled, he once again garnered her attention.

  “That was nothing baby, just a taste. I had to have a little sip of your sweetness to tide me over or things would have gone much quicker than you deserved. But now I plan on feasting, so just lie back, relax and leave it all to me.”

  Just talking about tasting her, loving her pretty pink pussy with his tongue, made Chance hotter than hell. His cock stirred to life in agreement.

  He helped her settle back on the bed, then lifted her hips, burying a pillow beneath her. The position brought her to the perfect height for his mouth, leaving enough room beneath her hips to get a good grip. He’d need a good grip to hold her to him when she started bucking with pleasure.

  And she would buck with pleasure. Chance would see to it if it took all night long.

  Leaning in, he buried his face between Lacey’s thighs. Inhaling deeply, he tried to burn her scent into his memory because in the morning there would be hell to pay.

  Hell, Chance would gladly go through hell if it eventually brought about the end result he was aiming for. He wanted Lacey as his own, forever. And he intended to get exactly what he wanted.

  Her taste was delicate, just like her petite stature. Chance wanted to devour her whole. Instead he teased her with one long, torturously slow swipe of his tongue and when she wiggled to get closer he tsked her for the effort and held her in place with his arms wrapped around her widely spread thighs.

  While still holding her snugly where he wanted her, Chance used his fingers to separate the glistening lips of Lacey’s sex, exposing her to him, freeing the erect nub of her clit from its hooded hiding place.

  “You taste so good, darlin’. I could stay right here with my tongue buried in you all night long.”

  Her breathing was fast. The quick little panting breaths caused her breasts to jiggle enticingly. Chance made a mental note about how much talking dirty seemed to arouse her. He’d be sure and keep her aroused often with wickedly naughty words, keeping Lacey continuously on edge right where he wanted her.

  “Oh! I… uh, I… Oh my God!” Her keening cry came as Chance simultaneously drew her clit between his lips and sucked hard while thrusting two fingers deep into the tight sheath of her pussy.

  “That’s one baby, how long do you think it’ll take me to get number two?”

  When she tried to close her legs Chance gave an amused chuckle. The quivering muscles of her thighs were no match for him. “I’m thinking three’s the charm. How about you?”

  No words came from her slightly parted lips, but when she dazedly lifted her head from the mattress to look at him, Chance knew he would walk through fire to see her fly again.

  “Chance,” she finally squeaked when he rimmed her vaginal opening with a persistent finger.

  Her eyelids were heavy over her hazel eyes and her lips were pink and kiss-swollen, just the way he preferred. Chance continued watching her, devouring her with his eyes while allowing his fingers to wander. When he came to the virgin tight entrance of her anus, he applied slight pressure, causing Lacey’s eyes to snap open. She no longer seemed dazed.

  “If you want me to stop all you have to do is say the word, Lacey.”

  Chance prayed she wouldn’t do so, but if she did he would honor and respect her choice even as he dreamed of taking her there. When she took a shudd
ering breath and lowered her head back to the mattress, he wanted to shout for joy. Lacey was trusting him with an act so intimate it boggled the mind.

  “Do you have anything to use, darlin’?” Chance wanted nothing more than to sink his fingers into her.

  “In the nightstand drawer.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

  Chance climbed from the bed to collect not only the lubricant but also a condom from his wallet, which was still located in his jeans pocket. Lacey’s eyes trailed him across the room and back, never once leaving his face, his body.

  Once back on the bed, Chance set out to arouse her beyond the point where she felt self-conscious or hesitant. The continuous teasing and testing of Lacey’s body made her shiver beneath his hands. When she was moaning his name and writhing beneath him, Chance lubricated her anal entrance and his finger.

  He kept the pressure light, gradually introducing her to his touch. A shuddering gasp left her lips as he sank knuckle deep into the ultra-tight depths of her ass.

  “Damn you’re hot, baby. Hot and wet,” he said as he slowly pulled his hand back until his finger was almost free of her body. “Seeing my finger disappear into you is almost as good as it’s going to be when I fuck you there.”

  “Oh, Chance.” Her inner muscles quivered around his finger, telling him exactly how close she was.

  “Fuck yourself back on my finger, darlin’. Show me how much you want it. How much you want me put my cock where my finger is.”

  His words made her still, to which Chance chuckled then said, “Not this time, Lacey. You’re not ready, but soon darlin’. Real soon.”

  She seemed to once again relax at his words; then her hips started pumping, searching for the elusive climax he was holding just out of reach.

  “That’s it, baby. Show me how you like it.” Chance said the words, then proceeded to lap at her clit like a kitten with a bowl full of cream. The dual effects sent Lacey into orbit. Her scream of release rent the air as her body bowed with wave after wave of her climax.

  Chance allowed her to come back to earth just long enough to protect them. The broad head of his painfully rigid cock was perched at her entrance, his brain trying to comprehend the heat found there when the doorbell rang.

  Chapter Four

  It took Lacey a bit of time to figure out why Chance was stringing together the crudest group of curses she’d ever heard. Her body was quaking with need even after being completely satiated. Her brain, in a lust-induced fog, didn’t grasp what the ringing of the doorbell meant until Chance climbed from the bed, grabbing his jeans in the process.

  She groaned at the unfulfilled sensation of not having Chance’s hands on her body. Struggling to pull the sheet around her, Lacey sat on the edge of the bed trying to get her bearings. When her head no longer spun with the magnitude of her arousal and she didn’t feel as though her skin was zinging with pleasure keeping every nerve ending on alert, she stood, with the intention of disappearing into the bathroom, only to be brought up short by Chance’s words.

  “We’re not done baby, so don’t go running off.”

  The man was beyond arrogant, too sure of himself by far. Confused by all that had happened between them, Lacey decided to take the easy way out and not answer. She headed toward the bathroom, trailing the sheet behind her.

  Even though her breathing had resumed a normal rhythm and her pulse was no longer fluttering along, her body was still ultra aware. The effects Chance had on her body and mind were frightening and intense.

  Lacey wasn’t sure whether she should be cursing right along with him because of the untimely interruption or if she should thank whoever was at the door. Feeling Chance’s body buried deeply inside of hers could possibly have been just the thing needed to push her over the edge and, as a result, she very well could have lost her heart.

  Inside the confines of the bathroom, she turned the shower on until there was a thick cloud of steam billowing over the top of the shower curtain. Inside the shower, she tried to relax, allowing the water to beat against her back but it did little, if any, good. Lacey was wound so tight she thought for sure she would snap at any moment.

  It wasn’t until the water ran cold that she finally stepped from the shower. Squeaky clean but still uptight as hell, Lacey wrapped a towel around her naked body, opened the door as quietly as possible and peeked around the door, only to find her bedroom empty.

  Muffled voices could be heard as if from afar but she couldn’t hear what they were saying. It was just the excuse Lacey needed to dress quickly and interrupt their little meeting. The last thing she wanted was for a group of pumped up, overprotective, macho men making decisions on her behalf.

  “Good morning Officer Dodson, Officer Pennington.” Lacey plastered a smile on her face as she blandly greeted the men on her way into the kitchen.

  “Mike.”

  “Doug.” The officers in charge of her case both offered at the same time.

  “Fine then.”

  She merely nodded toward Chance, not willing to vent her frustration and confusion in front of others. “I’ll get some coffee going.”

  She couldn’t help but smile inside at how quiet the room became. Not one to back down, she pushed even further. “You don’t have to stop your conversation on my behalf. After all, you were more than likely talking about me.”

  The words were said as she finished with her task, then turned to face the men. Mike watched her, a bit of annoyance written clearly across his face, which was the complete opposite of Doug, whose silver eyes flashed in mirth, a crooked smile curving his lips.

  Lacey was almost afraid to look at Chance, there was no telling what his reaction to her sarcastic greeting might be. She was left little choice in the matter when he spoke directly to her.

  “Mike was just telling me how you single-handedly ran off your masked man by…” He let the sentence trail off. Holding her gaze to his as if she had no free will to look elsewhere, Chance finished. His voice was hard, unbelieving, “…yelling at him. Tell me I misunderstood, Lacey.”

  Being cornered like an animal, and in her own home, had a not so good affect on her temper.

  “You heard it right Chance, but I don’t see what that has to do with anything. The man was already climbing the fence when I went outside to see who it was.”

  “Good Goddamned, woman! Are you insane?” Chance’s thundering voice boomed throughout the room. Lacey was in utter shock and surprised as hell that the kitchen window wasn’t rattling.

  It took everything in her to keep her chin from quivering. Stiffening her spine against the hurt and humiliation, Lacey did her best to remain calm. She turned back to the counter, where she grabbed a coffee mug and poured herself a cup of the steaming black liquid.

  When her hand no longer shook and she didn’t feel the need to cry any longer, she turned back to the three men sitting at her kitchen table.

  “I’m thinking the answer to that question would be yes, I am insane or at least partially, for ever letting you in my house. I’d like you to leave now.” She barely managed to get the words out before she spun and gave them her back.

  No matter how hard she tried, her voice shook with anger and pain, breaking at the end of her speech until she barely croaked out the order to leave.

  The creak of a chair as it was pushed from the table sounded like a shot behind her. “Damn, baby…”

  Chance attempted to soothe her but Lacey wasn’t in the mood to listen. “Don’t you ‘woman’ me and don’t you ‘baby’ me, Chance Bodine. As far as I’m concerned this isn’t any of your business.”

  Lacey was on a roll. It felt good to be the one giving the orders, venting her anger at the idiot who could manage to make her lose her temper so early in the morning.

  “That’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart.”

  “No it isn’t.” Laney stomped across the room until she reached the back door. Once there, she swung it open with vigor then gave Chance a look that would send most mortal men run
ning.

  When Chance reached her side, he bent low until they were eye to eye. “This isn’t over. Not by a long shot, baby, so don’t go thinking I’ll let you off so easy.”

  His voice had the ability to make her cream her panties. Lacey inwardly cursed her wayward hormones and Chance, all in the same breath, while outwardly trying to appear calm. In the most even tone she could muster, Lacey said for his ears only.

  “You almost got what you came for Chance, I bet that makes you proud. But what happened last night was a mistake I don’t plan to repeat.” Her body screamed at the denial, her heart ached knowing the truth, but there was no way in hell she would admit to either Chance or herself that she’d already lost a tiny part of herself to the rugged cowboy.

  “You just keep telling yourself that darlin’, if it’s what makes you feel better, but I’ll only warn you once not to try and play me. Now that I know what you want, what you need, and I’ve had a taste of your sweetness, there’s no turning back.”

  The kiss he bestowed upon her lips was whisper soft, gentle and sweet, so unlike the man himself, it nearly brought tears to her eyes but his parting words were a vivid reminder though of why she’d wanted to wring his neck only seconds ago.

  “Remember, I protect what’s mine even if that protecting is from yourself and your damned impulsive ways.” He flicked the tip of her nose with his index finger, winked, and then stepped through the door whistling as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

  “Arr!” Lacey growled deep in her throat, a sound of pure feminine frustration. After slamming the door, she turned around and found herself being watched by two sets of inquisitive eyes.

  “Damn, damn, damn,” Lacey muttered as she walked across the room to an empty seat the kitchen table. When she was seated and had taken a sip of her lukewarm coffee, she felt levelheaded enough to ask some questions.

  “Were you able to come up with any prints or something we might be able to use in order to find this guy?”

  Two sets of bushy brows lifted at her use of the term we.