Free FBI Agent's Reluctant Lover by Leslie North Page B

against her sensitive nipples had her arching towards him.
    Scooting her backwards on the bed, he gently removed the pajama buttons, letting his hands learn the contours of her legs and feet. Making room for himself between her thighs, he used one hand to hold her head still and his other hand to mold and learn her body.
    Rachel was so close to falling off the edge, when Chance finally touched her center she arched off the bed with a cry. He gentled her with slow caresses that only served to drive her passion higher.
    “Chance… please…”
    “What do you need baby?” he asked, running his hand through her hair, enjoying the silky texture of it.
    “You. Please…I just need you.”
    Hearing the need in her voice, he quickly shed his jeans before returning to the bed. Raising himself up on his elbows, he gently guided himself into her, loving the sighs and moans of pleasure she used to encourage him. Once he had them completely joined, he held still, absorbing the feeling of her wrapped around him. She had raised her thighs and held his hips tightly, while her nails were lightly scratching their way down his back. When he began to move, she moved with him and soon they were both flying over the edge of the cliff.
    He leaned his forehead against her, trying to keep his weight off her, but the sheer ecstasy of being with her had his arms shaking so badly he was afraid of crushing her. After many minutes, he found the energy to lift himself away from her. He wandered into the bathroom to clean himself up, returning moments later with a warm washcloth for her.
    Tossing the used cloth towards the hamper, he lifted her up and placed her beneath the covers, climbing in behind her and pulling her against him. “Are you okay?” he asked, resting his chin on her head.
    “Never better. I didn’t know it could be like that,” she told him softly, wonder still evident in her voice.
    “It’s not always like that. Only when it’s right.”
    “So you’ve never felt…”
    “…like that. Never. You are the only one who’s ever made me feel like that,” he assured her.
    “Good,” she said, the smile in her voice evidence of her pleasure and satisfaction.
    They drifted to sleep in each other’s arms, waking once during the night to the sounds of fretful cries, which were soon soothed with dry diapers and warm bottles. Chance embraced the opportunity to be a part of her life, even the middle of the night duties.
    His last thought as he drifted to sleep was that he had definitely been a really good boy for fate to have placed him into Rachel’s life. He would make sure he didn’t abuse it.
                                       *****
    Two days later, Seth called early in the morning, “Hey, bro. Chelsea and I decided to fly back today so we’ll just meet you at Trent and Brianna’s, okay?”
    Chance replied, “That’s fine. I’m bringing Rachel and the twins with me. That ought to make Chelsea happy.”
    “So, things are going well between you two?”
    “Yeah. I’m not kidding myself that there are going to be some roadblocks that come up, but we’ve both agreed to talk about them and figure out a solution.”
    “That’s awesome. I’m happy for you man.”
    “What about you and Chelsea? Things still going well on that front?”
    “Yeah. But I’ll tell you all about it when I see you.”
    “Sounds good. See you there.”
    Chance hung up and went in search of Rachel and the boys. The trip to the zoo had taught him that one needed to allow lots of extra time when bringing two babies along on any outing. They were supposed to be at the Coldwell’s in an hour and it was a thirty-minute drive across town. He couldn’t wait to see Seth and introduce him to the woman he hoped was going to make him happy for the rest of his life.
    What had started out as a tragedy, what Marco had intended for evil, had turned into the best thing to ever happen in his life. He knew there would be