Watch Me (Dark Obsession #1)(32)
Author: Cynthia Eden

Her heart was about to jump right out of her chest. “How do you feel?”

“I feel like I was a fucking fool.” He bent toward her. “I let you go when you were right in front of me. You were offering me every dream I’d had, but I didn’t think I was good enough for you. Didn’t think I should even be touching you.”

“You’re touching me now,” she told him, her voice husky.

“I want to give you the world, Gwen. I want to give you—”

“I don’t want the world.” She rose onto her toes and decided that it was time to take another risk. Maybe she’d get hurt again. Maybe she’d crash and burn, but she’d be brave enough to try. Brave enough to fight for what she wanted. “All I want…I want you.”

Her fingers curled behind his neck. Chance pressed his mouth to hers. The kiss wasn’t wild and frantic. It was soft. Careful. As if he were afraid of scaring her off.

He should know…she wasn’t going to be afraid. Not of him.

So she slipped her tongue over the crease of his lips.

“Gwen…”

“Don’t be careful with me. You’re the one I want. Show me that you want me, too.” He’d said that he had trouble telling her how he felt. Fine. Gwen wanted Chance to show her instead.

When he kissed her again, his lips were parted. Better…Gwen’s teeth closed lightly over his bottom lip and she bit, tugging.

He growled and his hold tightened on her.

Much better.

“No more lies,” she ordered softly. “Not from you. Not from me. Give me everything you have…” Her tongue licked across his lower lip. “And I’ll give you all that I have, too.” No holding back.

“Everything,” he promised her.

Then he kissed her. Deep. Hard. Wild.

Perfect.

***

The bitch wasn’t going to walk away. Ethan was in jail, just what the asshole deserved. He should rot in there.

But Gwen Hawthorne…she didn’t get to just slip away now. Because if she was still out there, Ethan would think he had a chance. He’d think he could be happy.

He never would be. His life would be just as fucked…

As mine.

Chapter Ten

Gwen was in his arms. She was kissing him. Doing that sexy little bite thing on his bottom lip and generally driving him mad with lust.

Chance backed her up against the window. Caged her there with his body. His hands were sliding over her, stripping her as fast as he could. She hadn’t told him to go to hell. Hadn’t kicked his ass out of her hotel room. She was giving him a second chance, one he probably didn’t deserve, but he’d take it.

He’d take everything that Gwen had to give to him.

That had been their deal, their promise…everything.

“Don’t be gentle,” Gwen said. “I like it rough. I like you…hard.”

His cock was so full it was about to burst right out of his jeans. He caught hold of her shirt and his rough hands sent buttons flying. “Gwen—”

She laughed. The sound of her laughter nearly drove him to his knees.

She was wearing a black bra, one that pushed up her breasts and had him nearly drooling as he stared at her. He touched her breasts, cradling them, and she gasped at the contact.

“More,” Gwen said.

He’d give her plenty more.

Chance lifted her into his arms. Gwen gave a little yelp and her arms locked around him. “Chance, wait, what are you doing?”

He kissed her again. She gave that little moan in the back of her throat—the one that made his cock twitch. “Remember…before I told you….I’d have you in a big-ass bed.”

And such a perfect bed was steps away. He wouldn’t screw her against the wall or a window. He’d make love with her, for the rest of the night. In that bed.

He lowered Gwen to her feet. Stripped her. Stroked her as he slid those clothes away from her smooth skin. Then Chance pushed her back on the bed. His hands trailed up her legs. Up, up. She was bare and wet and warm. So perfect. His fingers dipped between her thighs.

Gwen reached for him.

“No.”

She froze. Their gazes held.

“I get to make you scream first.” He had plenty of dreams to live out. “Put your hands over your head, baby. Lock your fingers around the pillow. Tighten your muscles and try to hold still for me.” Because that stillness…that tightness of her muscles…it would lead to such pleasure.

Gwen’s hands lifted.

“Remember,” he whispered. “Stay still…” He slid between her legs. Pushed them farther apart. He was still dressed because the clothes helped to give him a little more control. If he were naked, he’d be in her.

Not yet. Make her scream first. Make her come. Make her forget any other lover.

Because he’d forgotten all of his past lovers. Only Gwen mattered.

He put his mouth on her. Gwen immediately jerked and her hands flew down. Her fingers wrapped around his shoulders.

He stilled. So hard to do, especially when he just wanted to taste her. “No, baby, not yet…put your hands back up…”

Her nails sank into his skin.

He blew lightly over her exposed sex.

“Chance…”

“Back up,” he ordered.

Her hands rose.

“Good. Now arch up to me…open to me…”

He put his mouth back on her. He licked her, he stroked, and he pretty much went out of his mind and when he felt her body shaking, when she was quivering and when—

“Chance!”

Yes! He surged up. Yanked for the condom he’d put in his wallet and he was in her within seconds. Driving deep.

Her hands were on him, her arms holding him tightly. She was still climaxing when he plunged balls-deep into her. Still coming around him as he thrust, again and again, and her release kept going—he could feel her pleasure and it propelled him right into his own climax.

A climax that seemed to completely consume him. That had him choking out her name and holding her tight.

That had him realizing…I never want to let her go.

***

Gwen’s eyes opened. The hotel room was dark…the only light came from outside, spilling in through the curtains that she’d left open. She was naked in that big bed, and the sheets were soft against her body.

Naked, but not alone.

Gwen turned her head. Chance was there, asleep next to her. His arm was wrapped around her stomach, and she found that oddly sweet. He was still holding her, even while he slept.