“What are you— Chance!” she exclaimed loudly when he stood, bent down and lifted her into his arms like she weighed as much as a grocery sack. Heat flooded her cheeks. Sherona didn’t consider herself to be overweight at all, but let’s face it—she wasn’t a delicate little thing. She was five feet nine inches with some fairly liberal curves.
“Chance, please put me down,” she begged as he stalked through her living room toward the hallway. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
He laughed, his white teeth flashing in the dim hallway. A sexual thrill went through her. He looked a little dangerous here in the shadows.
“Hurt myself carrying you? You don’t weigh a thing.” He paused outside the first door on the left. “This one?”
“No, the next,” she said dazedly. He entered her bedroom and set her down at the edge of the bed. Before she could recover completely, he swooped down and planted a scorching kiss on her mouth that left her flustered all over again.
“I’ve carried packs up the Himalayas that weighed twice what you do,” he said next to her lips a moment later, nipping at her in a completely distracting fashion.
“I’m not exactly Tinker Bell,” she muttered as she nibbled him back.
“No, you’re not,” he said, standing. She caught
the flash of his grin and saw him lunge toward her bedside lamp to turn it to a low setting. He turned back to her. “You’re built just the way a woman should be.” His hot, appreciative gaze left her feeling flushed. “Are you going to tell me you don’t know you have the body of a bona fide goddess, Sherona Legion?”
She blinked at his teasing, challenging tone. The truth was, she did like her body just fine. Not enough to share with anyone lately, though. In fact, she only had two serious love affairs to her credit, and neither of those lovers had made her anywhere near as aware of her body as Chance had from the first.
“I watched you before you realized you were being observed when you were swimming,” Chance said in a low voice, taking a step toward her. “You like yourself, Sherona. You’re comfortable with yourself. It was the most compelling thing about those photos.”
Sherona couldn’t think of what to say. Her throat had gone dry. The sound of his voice mesmerized her.
“I also think you liked me seeing you. It gave you a jolt to know that I was staring at your beautiful face and your long legs and your sweet, round hips and your lovely, wet breasts. You liked knowing you had me at your mercy, didn’t you?”
She swallowed with difficulty. She could tell by the tilt of his eyebrow that he expected an answer.
“Yes,” she said throatily.
He smiled. “There’s no shame in that. Why shouldn’t a goddess glory in her beauty?” He sat on the edge of the bed next to her. “Would it please you to know you were pleasing me, Sherona?” he asked softly. She looked at him and nodded helplessly. “Then stand up and take off all your clothes. Show me all that glory.”
She did as he asked, arousal flowing hot and fast now in her blood. She hadn’t dressed in a particularly sexy outfit after she’d showered. It thrilled her for some reason to know that it didn’t matter what she wore. Chance knew perfectly well what was under the loose, disguising clothing, and he seemed to find it appealing.
She removed her sandals first, highly aware of his focused, narrow-eyed gaze following her every move. Her fingers went to the zipper at the back of her floral skirt. It made a hissing metallic sound as she lowered it, the noise somehow illicit in the strained silence. The skirt fell around her ankles, and she stepped out of it. She glanced up as she began to unbutton her short-sleeved denim shirt. Chance’s stare was trained at the apex of her thighs, his nostrils slightly flared. His gaze flickered upward as she peeled the fabric off her shoulders and the shirt dropped to the floor; it toured hungrily over her hips and belly. Her skin tingled beneath his perusal. For some reason, her fingers followed the path, stroking the skin that had been enlivened by his hot male gaze. Liquid warmth surged at her core when she saw his small, pleased smile.
“The panties next,” he said. “And turn around while you lower them.”
Another ripple of excitement went through her. She turned her back to him and lowered her white panties over her ass, looking over her shoulder for his reaction. Heat and triumph surged through her when she saw the feral gleam in his eyes as he stared at her bare ass. She bent slowly, alluringly, in order to remove the panties, and hid a small smile at his hissing curse.
“Now face me, Sherona,” he said, his voice sounding harder . . . rougher. She turned toward him and saw that he’d parted his long legs. His erection pressed tightly against his crotch and the right leg of his canvas shorts. His eyes looked slightly glazed now, like a fever of lust was growing in him by the second. “Take off that bra and show me those gorgeous breasts.”
She reached behind her and flicked open the hook. His strong throat convulsed as she peeled the cups off her breasts. His cock jumped visibly. He grimaced and stroked it through the shorts.
“You know what I want you to do,” he said.
She wasn’t sure, exactly, but she took a guess. She opened her hands on her smooth belly and caressed herself, enjoying the feeling of her warm, soft skin in a way she never had in her life. She cupped her breasts in her hands and squeezed.
“Ah, Jesus,” Chance muttered. He was starting to look positively wild now. It excited her to know how much he was enjoying this. “Now pinch the nipples. Make them hard for my tongue.”
That got her going. She did what he said, pleasure spiking through her as she teased and pinched lightly at her nipples, making them stiffen and distend. Chance looked so tense with lust, she wasn’t really surprised when he stood suddenly and came toward her. She recalled that just recently she’d told him she was too big for him to carry, but he seemed to tower over her at that moment, all sinew and brawn and hard, aroused male. He put his hands on her waist and spun her toward the bed. She stumbled slightly and fell back on the soft mattress.
He fell on top of her almost immediately, his mouth fastening on the tip of one breast while he filled his hand with the flesh of the other. Her sex turned molten in an instant. She stared up at the ceiling as he finessed her breasts to perfection, drawing on the nipple with a hot suck, lashing tenderly to soothe the agitated crest, massaging the flesh with his big male hand in a way that struck her as thrillingly possessive and knowing at once. She dragged her fingers through his hair, holding him to her, gasping and whimpering in pleasure. He seemed both stretched tight as a wire and content at once as he feasted upon her breasts, moving his dark blond head occasionally between one nipple and the other, molding the flesh in a lascivious fashion that sent sharp spikes of arousal through her.
She whimpered in protest when he lifted his head.
“I’m going to eat your pussy now,” he said, his voice rough, his face tight with desire. He put his hand on her waist and urged her to flip over. When she did, he unceremoniously grabbed a pillow and shoved it beneath her hips, making her bottom rise in the air. He parted her legs firmly and dove between her thighs.
Sherona shrieked at the sudden onslaught of pleasure of his mouth on her pussy. Chance certainly fit all the stereotypes of a daredevil, live-life-on-the-edge Aussie. He made love like he might attack a high mountain or a killer wave—with a gusto and thirst for life that left her stunned and breathless.