The Ex Factor - Erin McCarthy Page 0,29

down his long length, enjoying the way his shoulders tensed and his lips paused on her chest.

“Down, girl,” he murmured. “Let’s go for a stroll before we jump off the pier.”

“You afraid you can’t make it last?” she said, giving him a squeeze.

Chance laughed softly. “Oh, I can make it last. All night if you’re not careful.”

“Promise?” He was wearing boxer briefs and without looking she knew they would be black. There was nothing flashy about Chance. She’d always figured he didn’t need the smoke and mirrors of elaborate fashion to prove he was something. He had the guitar and the cock to back up his bravado. She’d missed his cock. Hell, even his cockiness. But for now, she just wanted to feel him sink inside her. With a quick tug, she pulled his waistband out and moved her hand down over his naked flesh. He was warm and thick, fully erect and ready to go.

Chance startled her by yanking her hand off of him and lacing her fingers through his. He studied her, a smirk playing about his lips. Then he kissed her, insistently sweeping his tongue inside to tangle with hers. He tasted like nothing she could label. Just Chance.

It felt different. Everything felt so oddly familiar, like a memory sprung to life, yet not the same as it was before and she couldn’t put her finger on it. Whatever it was, she wished, more than anything, that for once in her life, she could stop thinking. That she could stop planning, controlling, calculating, guarding, and just let go. Fully and totally let go.

Chance stepped back from her. He searched her face. “Want me to stop?”

He must have sensed her anxiety. She didn’t even know what it was about.

Lie. She totally knew what it was about. She doubted her ability to have sex with Chance and stay unaffected. “I’ve never been one for casual sex.”

“Darlin’, there has never been anything casual about us.” Chance pulled her off the wall so that she careened into his chest. “Now let’s stop talking so I can fuck you.”

Even for Chance that was straightforward. She was shocked. Even more so to find that she liked it. She wanted him to take charge. His hands were already cupping her ass, his mouth dropping down to suck her nipple into his mouth through her tank top. She let out a soft moan and he glanced up.

“We’ve been dancing around this all day and neither of us is all that good at the two-step.” He straightened up and yanked her tank top off over her head. “Now finish getting naked or I’ll do it for you.”

There was a tough choice. She could let him, but she did have a hard time giving up control.

Chance growled low in the back of his throat. “Stop doing that. Stop assessing and debating. I can hear you thinking.”

Heat filled her cheeks. “I can’t help it!”

“You can’t help this either.” He reached out and popped her bra open. It slipped and he slid if off her arms and tossed it down onto the floor. Then he lifted her right up off her feet, the expression on his face determined. His nostrils were flaring and he marched her across the living room, only pausing briefly to give her a hard, thrusting kiss.

She squawked in a very unladylike way when he tossed her onto the couch so hard she bounced. “Watch it!”

He smirked, staring at her chest as she sank into the cushion. “I am.”

It figured. He was enjoying all the jiggle. Of which she had more of these days. But given the look of appreciation on his face, he didn’t seem to mind.

“You look freaking amazing,” he said vehemently.

He clearly meant it and it made her feel good. So good that she undid her denim shorts and started wiggling out of them. They were tighter than they’d been last summer and all the tugging exasperated the breast bounce problem. Chance’s jaw actually dropped and he rubbed his jaw.

“Holy hell, I have done nothing in my life to deserve what I just saw.”

She laughed. “Your turn.”

“To do what?” He sounded mystified.

“Take your clothes off.” She got her short and panties down to her ankles and artfully lifted them one foot and tossed them in his direction.

Chance caught them and flipped them back over his shoulder. Then he tore his own shirt off and got down to business. When he descended on her breasts, pushing them together so he could shift back and