Watch Me (Dark Obsession #1)(33)
Author: Cynthia Eden

He was naked, too. They’d made love again—at least twice more during the night. The pleasure had washed over her, so hard and strong. Taking away fear and anger, leaving her with hope. Hope for her future—a future with Chance.

Gwen eased toward him. A month ago, she wouldn’t have thought that a future with Chance would be possible. A week ago…same thing.

But right then…

Gwen leaned close. She pressed a kiss to Chance’s throat. Softly, because she didn’t want to wake—

His eyes opened. His arms locked around her and he rolled Gwen beneath him. “Missed you…” His voice was gruff, little more than a growl. “Shouldn’t have let you go…now only have dreams…” He was holding her so tightly. “Have to find you again…can’t let go…”

“Chance, I’m here.” He thinks this is a dream. “It’s me.”

Silence.

She felt his awareness then, in the stiffness of his muscles and saw it in the way his head whipped up. In the darkness, his eyes gleamed down at her.

“Had so many dreams…” Chance said. “All about you. Then I’d wake up, and you’d be gone.”

His words tore at her heart. And to think…Chance had said that he couldn’t say the right things to her. “I’m not gone.” I’m not going anyplace.

She was exactly where she wanted to be…well, actually…

Gwen pushed against his shoulders. Chance immediately rolled back. “Gwen, baby, I—”

She climbed on top of him. “You weren’t the only one with dreams. I think I told you that before.” She straddled him. Her sex brushed over his cock. His already swelling cock. The guy certainly had stamina. Her fingers slid over his chest. “I want to live out one of my dreams right now, too.”

His fingers closed around her hips. “Gwen?”

She rubbed her sex over his cock. Skin on skin. Nothing between them. She kept up that friction, rubbing lightly, and Gwen could feel herself getting wet for him. “I’m on the pill.”

His hold tightened, nearly bruising. “I’m clean.”

She wanted to be with him like this, with nothing between them. “So am I.” She wrapped her fingers around his wrists and pushed them back near his head, chaining them against the pillow. “So now it’s your turn, Chance. Let’s see just how long you can stay still.”

Her left hand slid down and she pushed the head of his cock against the opening of her sex. She arched and took him in, not too deep, not yet. His free hand immediately tried to grab for her hip.

Her left hand caught his wrist again, and she forced his hand back up to the pillow. “That didn’t last long.” Her voice was husky, her body aching. “Let’s try again.” And she took all of him inside in one long, hot drive.

She moaned. He growled. It was perfect.

She slid up, then down again, keeping her pace slow. Gwen’s nipples were tight, sensitive peaks, and the long length of his erection slid over her, into her, at just the right angle.

Gwen stared into Chance’s eyes. She saw them go darker, saw the desire flaring. But he wasn’t moving his hands from that pillow, wasn’t touching her.

Good. To reward him, Gwen’s motions became faster. Harder. Her breath panted out and she used her hold on his wrists to better brace her body. Her heart thundered in her chest, her knees dug into that mattress, and his cock was so big as it pushed deeper into her. Again and again and again…

“Can’t stay still…” His voice rasped at her. “Can’t…control is…”

She stared into his eyes. Saw it happen.

Control is gone.

He lunged up, wrapped his arms around her and Gwen laughed with the surge of power that she felt. She wanted him this way. So wild for her that nothing else mattered. She wanted to know that she could make him this way. It was only fair really…

Because he drove her way over the edge of her own control.

They wrecked the bed. Rolling, twisting, nearly fighting for the pleasure. The release hit Gwen first, a pounding, body-shaking orgasm that had her crying out for him, and then Chance was with her. The hot surge of his release filled her as he held her so tightly. The pleasure didn’t crest—it kept going and going and she almost couldn’t catch her breath.

He kissed her. Savored her. And her sex greedily clamped around him.

“I always knew…” Gwen whispered. “It would be like this…with us.”

Chance kissed her again. “So did I.” He pulled her against him. Curled his body around hers and made sure the covers were tucked around Gwen.

She smiled as her eyes began to close. She was safe. She was happy. She was—

“It’s what I was afraid of…”

Gwen almost didn’t hear his whisper.

Almost.

“That I’d have you,” he said softly. “And never be able to let you go.”

***

The ringing of his phone woke Chance hours later. His eyes opened. He squinted as he tried to adjust. Bright light poured in from the window, momentarily blinding him.

The phone kept ringing.

“Want me to get it?” Gwen’s sleep voice murmured.

And Gwen was there. Cuddled against him. So fucking perfect and very much not a dream. Her tousled hair slid over his pillow and her eyes were still closed. She was naked and her arm was around him.

She’s real.

He swallowed. “I…got it.” He reached over her. Grabbed the phone. Saw Lex’s number on the screen and tensed as he put the phone to his ear. “Lex, what is it?” he demanded as the last bit of sleepiness vanished.

“Ethan’s out,” Lex said flatly. “The judge granted bail first thing this morning.”

Chance sat up. The news wasn’t completely unexpected. It wasn’t welcome, but it wasn’t unexpected.

“He’s with his lawyer now. And…there’s something else you need to know about Sophie Sarantos. I’ve been doing some checking on her.”

“Sophie? Why?” He knew Sophie Sarantos. In D.C., most people wound up at the same parties, at some point. Sophie was smart, driven, and he’d heard that she was on track to becoming one of the highest paid defense lawyers in the area.

“Because from what I can tell, Sophie is the one constant in the guy’s life. They might not be lovers, but they’re close. If some psycho out there really is attacking all the women Ethan cares about, then why didn’t he go after her? She’s the one in the limelight with him most times. The one photographed at his side. She seems like the obvious choice of a target.”