Free Staring Into the Eyes of Chance by Kay Dee Royal Page A

trembled, her whole body weak with pleasure, prickles of electricity shimmering through every cell. Her hips thrust against his mouth and fingers, steadily increasing the building passion.
    “Chance, fill me, come inside me,” she breathed. Her fingers coiled in his hair and attempted to pull him up. But Chance continued pumping his fingers, delving deep and pulling out, and then plunging even deeper. He nipped her sensitive clit and sent her over the edge, like a lightening strike. Ripples of sensation boiled through her core and out, tapping every nerve ending. She gasped for air as her center convulsed in an absolute all-consuming rush.
    Chance gently removed his fingers, causing another convulsive response on the inner walls of her passage. Olivia’s hips jerked toward his departing fingertips. She threw her forearm over her eyes, breathing heavy. Dampness trekked down her temples.
    “My intention wasn’t to make you cry,” Chance whispered near her ear. His body stretched down the side of hers, his thigh laid across one of hers. He kissed her ear, licked away the tear and took possession of her mouth. His arm crossed over her breasts and pulled her onto her side, his arousal searing her belly. He picked her forearm away from her eyes and dropped it at her side.
    “Open your eyes and look at me, Olivia. You can sense me, open your senses and tell me what I’m feeling.”
    Chance’s breath touched her lips, firing another charge through her body. She opened her eyes and met his gaze. His eyes mirrored her soul, she saw herself. She also sensed him, honesty, need, want, and…love? Her eyes opened wide.
    “Tell me what you sense,” he whispered, again his breath melted into her skin.
    “Honesty, need, want,” Olivia said.
    “What else?”
    She frowned as his eyes lost focus for moment and she lost the strong feeling of connection with him. It happened so fast she almost doubted it occurred at all, although her senses made it clear she wasn’t wrong.
    “What just happened? Something snapped inside you like a stick,” Olivia said, studying the change in Chance’s expression.
    “I’ll be damned. You are really something special.” Chance kissed her, short and sweet. “I hear company coming.”
    Olivia sat up. “I don’t hear anything.”
    “Believe me. Lindsey will be here in about two minutes. You best get dressed, and I need the hell out of here or she’ll stake me to a wall.”
    “Yeah, she’d do that, too.” Olivia grabbed his hand and steadied herself as she stood and then held him from walking away. “We still need to talk. I don’t fully understand what just happened here, but my heart is invested, whatever ‘it’ is. And, there’s something my psyche is picking up that you’re not sharing with me. Honest, means no lies, Chance. I can’t do lies. Life is too short.”
    Chance kissed her again, full mouth, steamy, body to body, skin to skin. He broke apart from her, leaving Olivia shaken, yearning for more.
    “We need clothes, fast.”
    Chance quickly dried with a towel Olivia tossed at him. He dressed, kissed her one last time before exiting the bathroom. She took a little more time dressing and combing her hair.
    A sharp rap on the door announced Lindsey before she walked in.
    “Chance looks pretty smug out there, like he swallowed my friend while I was distracted with Trevor.” Lindsey stared at Olivia through the mirror and then whirled Olivia around. Lindsey glared at Olivia’s mouth. “Oh my God. You’re wearing kissed lips, not just a little kissed lip action, but majorly swollen and eaten kissed lips.”
    Olivia’s face heated, spreading warmth all the way down until it touched her toe nails, like a guilty teenager.
    “Look at you.” Lindsey turned Olivia back toward the mirror. “You had sex with that freak. No wonder he looks like he swallowed my friend, because he did. What in the hell are you thinking, Olivia?”
    Olivia swung around and faced Lindsey. “How old