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  “Time for a bath, baby.” His murmured words were a low rumble in his chest as he lifted her into his arms.

  Her cradled body felt perfect against him. It was as if she held the other half of his heart within the palm of her tiny hand. Chance would bet she’d fit him like a glove. Just the thought of filling the snug confines of her pussy made him ache with need.

  Chance silently but firmly reminded himself that Lacey was in no shape for the loving he had planned for her. Tonight she was off limits. Except for when it came to holding her in his arms, which he planned to do throughout the night if she’d let him.

  In the bathroom, Chance sat on the closed toilet seat with Lacey in his lap. Being careful not to bump her on anything, he unfastened the snap of her jeans, then slid the zipper down until the waistband of her panties peeked out.

  The slightly rounded plane of her abdomen beckoned his touch, the paleness of her flesh made it almost impossible not to. Chance shook his head, inhaling deeply to clear his mind and bring his raging libido back in check.

  When his pulse slowed and he no longer felt as if he was going to explode behind his zipper, Chance removed Lacey’s shoes and socks with one hand, while balancing her on his lap with the other.

  Her head lolled against his chest, her eyes still closed as a sound of annoyance left her pursed lips. “Up you go.” Chance said the words as he stood Lacey on wobbly legs.

  “I don’t wanna.”

  Her mumbled words of protest were too cute not to chuckle. “No choice, Lace,” Chance answered as he tugged her shirt over her head, revealing the cotton-covered slopes of her breasts.

  Leaning her into his chest, Chance removed her bra, keeping every touch as efficient as possible. If he slipped even one time, he’d end up dropping to the floor with her pliant body beneath him. And sure enough, if that happened, there would be hell to pay and then some.

  With his sexual frustration at an all time high, Chance wasn’t sure he’d make it through the removal of her jeans and panties. He stilled himself for the inevitable pain of a raging erection being corralled by too-tight jeans, then slid her pants down her hips, taking her panties with them.

  He left himself no time to think, to even consider doing more than bathing her before he settled her into the tub. The minute her body touched the water her eyes shot open and her arms came around his neck in a death grip.

  The action cause Chance to lose his balance and in a magnificent splash that soaked Chance’s front from head to toe, Lacey was in the tub.

  “Good Lord, Chance! What the hell are you trying to do, drown me?”

  “Not hardly and I didn’t plan on getting a bath of my own either.”

  His words brought Lacey’s eyes snapping back to his cloth-soaked front. Her gaze traveled up and down his body, sending a jolt of searing heat straight to his cock, which once again stood at rigid attention.

  The tip of her moist pink tongue peeked out to wet her lips. The gesture, although seemingly innocent, was as erotic as hell. When she reached out with one small wet hand to trail a finger up the burgeoning length of his cock, Chance couldn’t stop the animalistic growl that escaped his lips.

  “Enough!”

  “Chance.” Her whisper was seductive, hot, and so filled with want and need Chance wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold back.

  “You’re in no shape for what I want to do to you, Lacey. Now let me torture myself washing you so I can tuck you into bed and head home before I forget my manners.”

  What in the hell was he thinking? Go home? No fucking way! His body screamed in protest but Chance didn’t listen.

  He couldn’t afford to listen because if he did, he would end up staying the night and sure as shit, before morning he would find himself buried balls-deep in the ultra tight channel of Lacey’s glorious pussy.

  To take advantage when she wasn’t up for it was even beyond Chance’s stooping level. He was willing to do just about anything to get Lacey in bed, but to do so under such circumstances would ruin the future he had planned for them and that wasn’t something Chance was willing to risk.

  Her hazel eyes were trained on him, roving his body as if she could devour him with nothing more than a look.

  Chance lathered the washcloth he’d grabbed from the cabinet then proceeded to wash her. No amount of preparation could keep him from trembling slightly at the feel of her warm flesh beneath his palm. Even with a washcloth separating his hand from her body, he could feel her heat.

  Her nipples beaded to tight points beneath the surface of the water and the intoxicating cluster of hair at the V of her thighs all but called out to him. To get through the ordeal, Chance’s strokes became brisk and all business-like. Within minutes, he had Lacey squeaky clean from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. It was all the beautiful wet flesh in between that had him insane with lust.

  She seemed relaxed but no longer on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. He was thankful Lacey would be able to dry and dress herself.

  “I’ll leave you to dress.” He knew his voice was curt, he could see the confusion in her searching eyes but there was nothing he could do for it. If he didn’t get out of the steam filled room, away from Lacey’s nude body and silky skin, he was going to go stark raving mad.

  “When you’re done come to the kitchen and kiss me goodbye, okay darlin’?”

  Chance watched Lacey watch him. She was so beautiful standing there like a towel-wrapped pixie with her pink skin and sultry curves. The minute she nodded her head in acknowledgement, he fled the room.

  Staying in the kitchen while Lacey was up the hall dressing was sheer hell. A hell of his own making, so bitching about it would do no good, Chance reminded himself.

  He heard the pitter patter of her bare feet as she made her way up the hall toward where he stood in the kitchen. Chance turned, expecting to see her in the doorway, but she wasn’t there. Only silence came from the direction of the hallway so Chance decided to go see what was taking her so long.

  She stood in the hall staring at the open door to her office. A small light shone on the desk by the front door. Chance moved behind her, his movement making her jump.

  “What’s wrong, Lacey?”

  She looked up at him, a smile that more aptly resembled a grimace plastered across her face. “Nothing’s wrong.” It was clearly a lie but before Chance could call her on it, she moved away from him and into the room.

  Moving silently, almost cautiously, Lacey locked the front door before turning out the light and moving back toward him. She had her arms wrapped around her middle, rubbing her hands over her arms as if to warm herself.

  “You sure you’re okay, baby?”

  “I’m fine, Chance, really. But I’ll be even better if you’ll stay with me tonight.”

  Her words were like music to his ears, but the way she leaned into him, raising herself on tiptoes to nibble at his mouth, set his body on fire. After that, there was no thinking, no wondering about the change. The only thing Chance knew for sure was that he had to have her.

  Chapter Six

  Lacey held onto Chance as if her life depended on it. She wanted nothing more than to confide in him, to let him know how scared she was and how glad she was for his presence.

  First a burglar, and now this, it was too much for Lacey to comprehend. The door connecting her office and her living area had been closed. Hell, she’d closed it herself. Lacey wanted to ask Chance if he’d gone into the room for something, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. If he hadn’t, he’d surely go off the deep end and as a result, every cop in town would once again be at her house. There was only so much testosterone she could handle on a weekly basis so Lacey kept her mouth closed and her fears and suspicions to herself.

  After all, Chance was staying with her. He would keep her safe and in the light of day, she would be just fine. Lacey tried not to think about tomorrow night or those to follow. It was enough to creep her out.

  “Lacey darlin’, you’r
e beginning to worry me.”

  Damn, his voice was so freaking sexy that just listening to him made her wet. Even when Chance was growling at her, as he had earlier, she could still get lost in his voice. But when he lowered it in the soothing way only he could manage, Lacey had a hard time not dropping to her knees and begging for a taste.

  “No need to worry cowboy.” Lacey added an edge of mischievousness into her voice to try and mask her own anxiety.

  Giving him a wink, Lacey tugged him to her bedroom. She wasted no time before undressing him. Piece by piece she disrobed him, baring his wondrous body for her touch. As each inch of flesh was revealed, Lacey kissed it.

  When Chance’s breathing became rapid and she could hear his heart beating wildly in his chest, she changed from teasing kisses to torturous nibbles and licks as she skillfully worked her way down his body.

  She dipped her tongue into Chance’s navel then giggled when he gasped in pleasure. Her hands grasped his muscular thighs, still encased in the faded fabric of his jeans. His muscles bunched and rippled in response to her touch, pushing Lacey closer to the edge.

  “Damn darlin’, your mouth is like magic.”

  With the taste of his bare skin on her lips and the feel of his large body against her, Lacey was no longer frightened. Now she felt needy and hot, not to mention horny as hell. Inhibitions gone, she felt completely free to let go.

  “Not as magical as it will be, cowboy,” she taunted, as she popped the button of his pants free before slowly lowering the zipper.

  She removed Chance’s pants slowly, reverently adoring his body every step of the way. It was a long but enjoyable journey down the expanse of his legs. The removal of his boots wasn’t nearly as fun but they both got a chuckle out of the process.

  When Chance was completely nude, Lacey took his length as far into her mouth as she could. When she flicked the underside of his engorged manhood with her tongue, Chance growled low in his throat and grasped a handful of her hair in his fist.

  “Oh yeah baby. Just like that.”

  Lacey longed to take Chance to greater heights than he’d ever experienced before. A man as good looking as he was must have had numerous women over the years. She wanted nothing more than to wipe every other sexual experience from his memory, leaving him wanting only her, craving only the feel of her mouth and the taste of her on his tongue.

  His hips bucked against her mouth, burying his shaft so deeply that Lacey had to relax her throat to accept him. She hummed in delight at his movement. To feel his muscles tense against her palm as she held onto his thigh to steady herself was a powerful boost to her self-esteem.

  “Fuck! That’s so good. Keep going darlin’. Suck me deep.”

  Lacey did as Chance asked, wringing a groan from him. The hand fisted in her hair tightened until her scalp tingled at the pressure. He was getting close, the quick motion of his hips as he pumped in and out of her mouth told her just how close to losing it he was.

  The pulsing beat of the vein running the length of his shaft fed her hunger and fueled the fire burning throughout her system. The heat of passion took over and with the flick of her tongue Lacey had Chance spilling his essence into the warm recess of her mouth.

  Chance’s shout of release filled the air. The deep tenor of his voice brought every nerve ending to life, raising chill bumps along her skin.

  “Your sweet mouth makes me lose control every time.”

  She stood before him, her mouth curved in a triumphant smile. “I like it when you lose control.”

  Lacey watched Chance’s whiskey-brown eyes widen, his full brows arching at her words. It was as if he were trying to figure her out, but Lacey couldn’t wait that long. Her body was ultra sensitive, heated beyond belief and in need of love.

  Rising to her toes, Lacey initiated a kiss so hot it could have melted stone. Chance didn’t back off in disgust, as her ex would have. He reveled in the taste of himself on her lips and pushed for more when she would have pulled away.

  The vice-like grip he held her in left her breathless and raised the heat another notch. His arms, wound so tightly around her, were better than any bindings even the kinkiest could come up with.

  “I need you.”

  Lacey couldn’t help the breathless whisper as she rubbed her body against his nudity like an alley cat in heat.

  “And you’ll get me darlin’, it just isn’t going to be hard and fast the way you think you need it right now.”

  His words barely registered. Her body ached in places it had never ached before. Her breasts were heavy with peaked nipples and her pussy couldn’t help but quiver in anticipation. She wanted Chance to take her, needed him to plunge into her depth with relentless determination and make her beg for more even when she thought she’d die from the pleasure.

  “Now, Chance. Please. Now.”

  “My way, Lace.”

  His voice was husky, his words no nonsense. When Chance tugged at the drawstring of her pants; then let them slide over her hips to the floor, Lacey made no attempt to stop him. Her tank top soon followed. Due to her lack of underclothes, she stood naked before him, loving the way his eyes devoured her body.

  “Chance,” Lacey pleaded, needing to feel his hands on her body more than she needed her next breath.

  “I’m going to fuck you, baby. Long and so slow you’ll be begging when I finally let you come.”

  Oh, hell, Lacey thought silently. The determined set of his jaw, the wicked gleam in his eye. Even his wide-legged stance spoke of just how serious he was. She was in trouble. The variety of trouble all women hope to taste at least one time in their life.

  * * * *

  Chance wanted to devour her with his mouth the same way he was with his eyes. The perfectly shaped mounds of her pale breasts made his mouth water, while the thatch of curls covering her pretty little pussy had him aching with need.

  “On the bed, Lace.”

  Her body tensed at his command. Chance couldn’t help but smile. Lacey turned and did as he bid. She climbed onto the bed with slow determined movements, ones she knew would drive him crazy with lust.

  Her ass moved enticingly as she crawled on all fours toward the center of the bed. Looking over her shoulder, she gave him a saucy smile before settling back on the pillows. Her legs were spread, so Chance could clearly see the creamy moisture coating her nether lips. She was a minx for teasing him and knew damned well what she was doing.

  “Nice try baby, but it’s not going to work. I told you, my way.”

  Chance was determined to take Lacey slowly, so slowly she would writhe beneath him in need for a long while before he sent her over the edge. Crawling up her body, Chance bestowed feather-light kisses across her abdomen and then her chest before taking the turgid peak of a nipple into his mouth.

  Nibbling and nipping, he drove her hard, until she was moaning his name. Her hands gripped his head, holding him close, as if she was afraid he would leave.

  As much as Chance loved the fierce way she held him, he needed to be completely in control this time around. With slow, deliberate movements, Chance lifted his head from her breast, leaving her no choice but to release his head.

  He gave her a wide smile before collecting her hands in his. When he pinned them to the bed, one on either side of her head, Lacey’s hazel eyes widened, searching his face.

  “I could tie you, but this time I think I’ll just hold you where I want you.” When she said nothing in return, Chance cocked his head to the side, watching her face for any sign of fear.

  “I’ll never hurt you darlin’, but it’ll always be my way. Do you understand?”

  The nod of her head wasn’t good enough for Chance’s peace of mind. “I need to hear the words, Lacey. I have to know you understand what I’m saying and that you’re okay with it.”

  She licked her lips, the tip of her pink tongue peeking out to do the job was more erotic than a blatant invitation. “I understand, Chance, and I trust you.”

  Her wo
rds were like a balm to his soul. A new sensation in the vicinity of his heart warned him that things had definitely moved past friendship or lust. He was falling fast and falling hard.

  Chance rubbed his nose against hers while still holding her hands to the mattress beside her head. “Thank you for that, darlin’.”

  With his knees, he nudged her thighs until she spread them wide, making room for him in the place he most wanted to be. With agonizingly slow movements, Chance began to enter the warm clasp of her pussy.

  “You’re so tight, Lace. So tight and wet, just for me.”

  Her breathing was shallow and rapid, causing her breasts to jiggle enticingly. “Oh please, Chance,” she gasped, trying to lever herself up to force him deeper.

  A quick nip to her full lower lip brought silence to the room and utter stillness to Lacey’s body. “Uh uh, baby. My way, remember?”

  Chance kept his voice low and gentle as he continued to tease her, both with the purposefully slow thrusts of his hips as his cock burrowed into the tight sheath of her pussy and his wickedly erotic words.

  “Slow, baby, just like this,” he said giving her another inch of his shaft; then retreating fractionally before moving forward again. “I love fucking you slow, Lacey. Hearing what it does to your breathing, seeing the change in your eyes as you take me. The way your beautiful pale skin blushes so prettily with your need for more.”

  Chance could feel his control slip as Lacey’s inner muscles tightened around the length of his cock. Her rasping breaths and the scent of sex in the air only added to the downward spiral.

  “Keep your hands right here,” Chance said, his voice ragged with desire.

  Resting the weight of his upper body on his elbows, Chance cupped her face with his hands, burying his fingers in the hair at her temples. As his mouth met hers, it was like a raging inferno swallowed them whole.

  He angled Lacey’s head so he had better access to her mouth, delving deep with his tongue, tasting every inch of the dark recess of her mouth. An overpowering sensation of contentedness roared through his body along with the taste of her.