Free Take a Chance by Lavender Daye Page B

with her sudden subject changes
during a conversation.
    Checking the peephole had her chest
tightening like a rubber band had wrapped around her and then
popped.
    Steve Gladston, wide-shouldered,
slim-waisted, breathtaking man, was on her front stoop. He looked
good enough to eat, a vision of hot man-candy even through the
little hole in the door.
    She didn’t need to look down to check her
sexy little outfit. Fuzzy jammie pants, an old football jersey from
one of her brothers, and slippers with kittens on the toes.
    Seduction material.
    Wasn’t she lucky to be prepared?
    Opening the door anyway, but only a few
inches, she showed her face and waited to see what he wanted.
    “ Did you at least look
through the lens?” he asked, his voice husky and sounding more like
a bossy brother than a man she wanted to sleep with.
    She sighed, not sure what she wanted to do
with him now. “Yes. I saw your truck in my drive, too. I’m not an
idiot. And we’ve had this conversation before.”
    “ I didn’t say you were. Are
you going to let me in, sweetheart?”
    Maybe she was an idiot, because she wanted
him in her home, even when he didn’t call ahead. She stepped back
and let the door swing in. He walked into her instead of into the
room, pressing every bit of her body against his and holding her in
place while he kicked her door closed. When she tilted her head up,
he was waiting. His mouth slanted over hers and conscious thought
hid while she absorbed the raw desire spiraling from his mouth to
hers.
    His hands roamed her body, touching every
tingling spot she had until his palms settled on the fleece pants
covering her rear. “Soft, but you won’t need these to keep you warm
tonight.”
    His hands slipped inside the waistband and he
pushed them off. “Hm, commando. I like. Now, I have to wonder
what’s under this old jersey.” The shirt landed on the rug and he
leaned back.
    An immediate urge to cover her body with her
hands rushed ahead of her brain and she crossed her arms. Suddenly
naked while he was fully clothed was uncomfortable, but then she
remembered the night he’d put her to bed. She’d been bare for him
then, too. She let her arms slowly return to her sides and heard
his murmur.
    “ Good girl, Dena. Thank
you.”
    His voice, the deep rasp with a hint of need
created the sound of sex and permeated the space around them.
    It took the breath from her chest.
    “ I’m going to take good care
of you, Dena,” he said in a voice that surrounded her. “You’re mine
to pleasure and care for, and I’m going to show you how good it can
be.”
    She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move from the
spot in front of him, but her body responded without her help. Heat
slid from her chest to her belly and lower. His hand cupped her
chin and tipped her head back to gain access to the tender skin
underneath her jaw and he nibbled his way to her throat. Wet heat
stroked inexorably lower until he reached the line of her
collarbone. Openmouthed kisses continued, moving south to lick at a
nipple.
    She jerked at the sudden tightening sensation
and heard a soft chuckle. “So beautiful, Dena. I’m going to enjoy
making love to you tonight. Tell me that’s what you want.”
    “ Yes.” Barely able to hear
the words, she hoped he understood. Her knees wobbled and he caught
her, one arm scooping her up under her knees while the other kept
her against his chest. His teeth nipped at her bare shoulder and
she cried out, the erotic sensation flying along her nervous system
like a lightning strike and flaring at each junction.
    Whispered words of praise accompanied light
kisses along her jaw while he carried her to the bedroom. His voice
was an aphrodisiac. No matter the words spoken, it enticed and
seduced, creating moisture and breathlessness and mind-bending
desire.
    He didn’t bother with the bedclothes, simply
set her on top of the comforter and spread her out for his
perusal.
    “ Beautiful Dena, I’m going
to make you fly for me