Watch Me (Dark Obsession #1)(11)
Author: Cynthia Eden

His tongue stroked her. He scored her with his teeth. Her hips jerked frantically against him because she needed to be closer to him.

He kissed his way to her other breast. “You taste delicious.”

He was driving her wild! Gwen’s eyes flew open.

But even as he kissed her nipple, his fingers had slid down to the snap of her jeans. He yanked open that snap. Slid down her zipper, and then his hand pushed into the opening there. Down, down his fingers went and so did her jeans. They fell to the floor, and, frantic, she kicked them away. Then she widened her stance because she wanted him to—

He stroked her through her panties.

He had to tell that she was wet for him. She was so eager and her breath just panted out. His index finger traced over the red silk between her legs. That teasing touch wasn’t close to enough. She needed more. She needed deeper. “Chance!”

His head lifted. He stared down at her, and the dark lust on his face should have given her pause. He was staring down at her as if he could eat her alive.

Was she staring at him the same way?

Still gazing at her, his fingers slid under the edge of her panties. Those long, strong fingers—slightly callused, a little rough—pushed between her folds. His index finger slid into her and she started to close her eyes again—

“Keep looking at me.”

She bit her lip because she was about to go crazy, but she managed to keep looking into his eyes. That finger of his slid deeper and his thumb stroked her clit, right there, the button of her desire.

“I want to watch you come. I want to see your eyes go wild for me. I want to see the pleasure.”

A second finger pushed into her. She was standing on her tip-toes now. Her nails were digging deeply into his arms as she held on tight.

“And that will just be the start,” Chance promised her. “Because before I’m done…”

She couldn’t be this close to an orgasm. Not with just a few strokes of his hand.

But, oh, that hand of his sure knew just how to touch her.

A moan built in her throat. The muscles in her legs were trembling. He had her pinned against the wall. She only wore her panties and he’d shoved those to the side so he could play with her and stroke her all he wanted.

In and out, those long, strong fingers of his slid. And his thumb…it pushed harder against her clit. Hard and rough.

Just the way she liked things.

“Open your mouth for me…”

Helpless, she did. He kissed her. Thrust his tongue into her mouth even as his fingers drove deep into her once more.

She kissed him frantically, kissed him—

He pulled back.

Her eyes were on him.

His fingers slid out, then pushed into her.

She came, gasping hard with the pleasure and still gazing into his eyes as the wave of release washed over her. Her sex clenched around him, her body shuddered and he smiled.

“So fucking beautiful…”

He made her feel that way.

Even as the climax still shuddered through her, Chance was lifting her higher. Pushing her firmly back against the door and jerking at the opening of his jeans. Yes, yes! He was going to take her right there. She wanted him, all of him and—

A loud, shrieking alarm pierced her haze of passion and pleasure.

At first, the sound of that alarm didn’t fully sink in. She blinked and frowned at Chance. He was swearing and pulling away from her. “Smoke detector…” Chance muttered as her feet touched the floor again. “What the hell?”

He whirled away and she scrambled to right her clothes. Her body was still on its after-orgasm high, but an adrenaline rush was bursting through her once again.

Chance had run toward his computer and he was pounding on the keys.

She yanked up her jeans. Twisted and managed to get in her bra and shirt. She’d left her shoes in his bedroom so she made a fast and frantic run in there to grab them, just in case that alarm meant they were going to need a quick exit. When she came huffing back into the room—

“It’s on fire.”

Gwen froze and looked at Chance.

“The lower floor is on fire. We have to get out of here, now!” He ran toward her and grabbed Gwen’s arm.

“I-I don’t smell smoke…”

“You wouldn’t, not up here, not the way the place is reinforced, but, shit, it’s blazing. The alarms should have gone off sooner.”

He grabbed a gun from the line of drawers near his door.

“Chance?”

“I don’t believe in coincidences. Someone set that fire…and we have to be ready.” His fingers locked with hers. “Stay with me.”

He wasn’t even wearing a shirt. “Chance!”

But he yanked open the door and pulled her outside. That was when the smoke hit her. They were on the second floor and below them, well, Chance just used that area as a garage to tinker with his cars. She knew the guy loved his classic rides. But when she looked over the edge of the stairs, she didn’t see his tools. She just saw the flames. Rising and twisting. They were shooting fast across the floor below them.

His hold tightened on her. “We’re going for the exit on the right. We’ll get down these stairs, we’ll stay low, and we’ll get out safely.”

But there was so much fire.

“Trust me. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

She did trust him. So Gwen nodded. And they ran down the stairs and straight into the fire.

Chapter Four

The smoke was billowing, choking him, and Chance could hear Gwen coughing as they made their way through the flames. He should have been alerted to the fire sooner. What the hell had gone wrong?

One minute, he’d been lost in Gwen, and the next…

We’re in hell.

They were crouching as they made their way to the exit. The flames were close, but he wasn’t about to let Gwen get so much as a blister on her skin. He’d get her out of there¸ and then he’d find the SOB who’d done this.

They reached the door. With the fire raging so hot, he didn’t make the mistake of reaching directly for the doorknob. Screw that. He lifted his foot and kicked at the door. Once. Twice. The door gave way and fresh air rushed inside. He gulped that air greedily even as he cleared a path to exit. When they left that inferno, Chance made damn sure that he went out first. Just in case some unwelcome company was waiting outside—the kind of company that would have started the fire—he wanted to use his body to shield Gwen. He had his gun at the ready and he kept his body as close to Gwen’s as possible.