Risking It All: The Proposition / The Dare / The Favour / The P.I. / The Cop / The Defender - Cara Summers

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sight of those long, lean fingers moving on her skin only doubled the sharp stab of pleasure moving through her. She was on fire where he touched her, and she was sure that her knees had turned to jelly.

      “I’ve wanted to touch you like this ever since I first saw you on that balcony.”

      His fingers slipped beneath the bodice of the dress as his other hand began to push up the hem of her skirt. He moved so slowly. She wanted him to hurry. She wanted the sensations to go on forever. When her dress was up to her hips, he ran his finger along the lacy edge of her panties, from the top of her thigh to the narrow vee that disappeared between her legs. “When we were standing in the parking lot, I was tempted to do this.”

      Natalie watched his finger slip beneath the band of her panties.

      “And this.”

      He pinched her nipple at the same time that he slipped a finger inside of her.

      The orgasm that moved through her in one long, crashing wave had her sagging against him. Later, she couldn’t recall exactly how they’d gotten out of the elevator and down the hall to the room. But by the time Chance had opened the door, she’d gotten some of her strength back. And she was thinking more clearly.

      A sudden feeling of déjà vu struck her as he drew her into the narrow foyer. It grew sharper when he used his body to trap her against the wall. She recalled that he’d used the same move when they’d entered the tiny foyer of her apartment three months ago. He’d kissed her and then taken her, or they’d taken each other, on the floor.

      Natalie had surrendered without a second thought, just as she’d surrendered in the elevator a few seconds ago.

      “Now, I’ll kiss you,” Chance said as he pressed his body more fully against hers.

      But she didn’t have to be Natalie. Tonight, she could be Rachel. Despite that her body was heating, melting against his, she avoided his mouth at the last moment. Her voice was breathless when she said, “Not yet. Turnabout’s fair play. Now it’s my turn to touch you.”

       6

      BEMUSED, CHANCE STEPPED back and then followed Natalie into the sitting room of the suite.

      “Ahhh. Mirrors. Just what I need.” There was a wicked gleam in her eyes when she turned to face him.

      Chance studied her for a moment. The woman in the elevator had been the Natalie who’d haunted his dreams for three months. He would have bet his life on it. But the woman who’d driven him crazy in the car and the woman facing him now was “Rachel.” And he wanted her just as much.

      He moved toward her, cupped a hand at the back of her neck. “I want you now.”

      She placed a hand on his chest with just enough pressure to preserve the distance between them. “You can have me. But what’s the rush?”

      His eyebrows rose. “You were in a hurry in the car.”

      She smiled up at him. “What happened in the elevator sort of took the edge off for me.”

      He increased the pressure on the back of her neck, and she moved closer so that her body was in contact with his.

      “It only built the pressure for me.”

      “Yes, I can feel that. But I do have a solution.”

      He felt his heart quicken against her palm, saw her eyes darken when she felt its rapid beat, too. She slipped a finger beneath the top button of his shirt and freed it. “You’re going to enjoy what I’m going to do to you. I promise.”

      Chance felt his mind begin to cloud as she continued to unbutton his shirt. Each time her fingers brushed against his skin, ribbons of heat fanned out across his skin. She pushed the shirt off of his shoulders and it slid to the floor.

      “I wanted to do this right in front of everyone at Sophie Wainwright’s party.”

      And she very nearly had, Chance recalled. Her hands were spread out along his waist now, and with her thumbs touching, she drew them upward over his ribs until they were resting just at the bottom of his rib cage.

      “Watch what I’m doing in the mirror.”

      He could do that. His arms were beginning to feel heavy, but he could still move his eyes.

      She rubbed her palms over his nipples and he sucked in a breath.

      “You like that,” she murmured as she did it again.

      He felt his nipples harden. Her skin was so fair against the darker color of his. And the sensation—

      “Let’s try this.” Leaning forward, she moistened one nipple and then the other with her tongue. “I love your taste,” she murmured then repeated the process.

      His breath was backed up in his lungs or he would have told her to stop this torture now…or never.

      She wrapped her arms around him, slipped her hands beneath the waistband of his trousers and dug her nails into his hips as she began to suckle, first on one nipple and then the other.

      When he felt the scrape of her teeth, Chance groaned. What was she doing to him? He’d desired her before. And the strength of that desire had made him reckless and rough. But what she was doing to him now made him weak. No other woman had made him feel this way. Fear mixed with a need so deep that he felt paralyzed.

      “You still have too many clothes on,” she murmured.

      In the wall of mirrors, he watched her move around him. Her tongue stroked lightly on the skin at the back of his neck, then trailed a damp path down his spine. His skin felt icy and hot at the same time. He couldn’t think, could barely breathe as he watched her strip him of his belt and send his trousers to the floor. Next she removed his briefs. Then she moved around so that she was facing him again.

      More than anything he wanted to grab her, pull her to the floor and bury himself in her. But his arms still felt heavy, and he wasn’t sure that he could raise them.

      “Watch,” she said. “I’m going to touch you now.”

      He was helpless to do anything else as she closed both of her hands around him. Her fingers were hot, and she was doing something magical, twisting gently with one hand at the base of his penis as she pulled with the other.

      “I’m going to make you come,” she said.

      He wanted to crush her to him. He wanted to feel her beneath him on the floor. But he couldn’t take his eyes off what she was doing to him in the mirror. The steady movement of her hands and the incredible waves of pleasure she was bringing him.

      She moved closer to him then until her lips were brushing his. “You can kiss me now. Why don’t you kiss me while you’re coming?”

      Whether it was her words or the fact that she kissed him, Chance felt strength and power return to his arms. He gripped the front of her dress and ripped it down the center. Then she was beneath him on the floor.

      They rolled as one, mouth to mouth, body to body. Triumphant, Natalie gave herself over to Chance and to the needs that consumed her. This was what she’d wanted from him—this consuming hunger. She could feel the power of it as his hands raced over her, molding, pressing, bruising. She rolled on top of him and devoured. His skin tasted darker and more dangerous now. But she only got a sample before she was crushed beneath him again.

      And then he was poised above her.

      “Look at me while I take you.”

      She stared into his eyes and saw herself. I need you. The words pulsed through her as he drove himself into her. And she gave herself over to the madness.

      CHANCE WINCED as he stepped beneath the cold spray of the shower. He was hoping it would clear his mind of the woman he’d just spent the

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