Chapter Sixteen

Kissing Chance was like nothing Meg had ever experienced before. She’d known it would be, the tension was far too intense for it to go any other way. But feeling it, each sensation, each movement, excited her to the point where she almost forgot why she had started this in the first place. Why she had maneuvered Chance into her apartment. Why she had tried to shake him up. And why she had done it here. In this small space. Somewhere that he couldn’t hide.

The truth.

She wanted the truth.

She had intended to get it tonight. Only, she hadn’t bargained on what would happen once Chance’s lips met hers.

She let out a shaky sigh as, almost automatically, she wrapped her hands around his neck. Thoughts of what had happened in the creative hub, of what she had learned, of X-Tech, of the work, of the importance of it all, nudged against her mind. Meg knew that she should be listening to those thoughts, heeding them, but they were nudging against a part of her that was rapidly being consumed by him. By his kiss.

Meg couldn’t stop it.

Truth was, she didn’t want to stop it.

Why had she thought she could?

She feathered her fingers along the back of his neck. His skin felt exactly as she had imagined it would.

She brushed her thumbs down to the place where his neck met his shoulders. She felt the taut muscles there.

She touched her tongue against his. A bolt of pure pleasure shot through her.

And his lips…their lips…the kiss…

The reasons why Meg shouldn’t be letting this get so out of control, the very sensible reasons, began to fade into the back of her mind. Before long, it started to seem like all that mattered was the kiss, the way Chance moved against her, the way the little hairs around his lips tickled against her own, the way he felt right there next to her.

She let out an involuntary sigh of pleasure. It feathered against Chance’s lips. He pulled her to him. Meg let him do it. She felt his erection press up against her stomach. Her nipples hardened against the denim of her shirt. Her lace-panties suddenly felt far too tight. How could she even begin to pretend that she didn’t want him inside her? Liar he might be, but Chance had made her pant with desire from the first time she’d seen him.

She lifted her hands, brushing them into his hair. It had grown a little over the last few days. Enough for her to realize that it would be curly if he let it grow any longer. That delighted Meg, and she ran her fingers against it, wishing it was long enough for her to grip it and pull him even closer.

Perhaps he sensed what she was thinking? Perhaps he was thinking the exact same thing? He deepened the kiss. The next thing Meg knew, he was pushing her against the table. The edge dug into the soft flesh of her ass. She had two choices. To lean back, trusting that Chance would steady her, or maneuver herself into the position she wanted to be in.

She chose the second option. Of course she did. She shifted, scootching her ass along the desk so that she could lift her legs and wrap them around him. Something fell to the floor. Meg had no idea what it was. She didn’t care.

Chance pressed against her.

Meg let out a soft moan.

His cock was exactly where she wanted it to be. Where she had wanted it from the first moment she’d met him. Her body had known it even then, in X-Tech Towers as he’d pulled her against him, and it knew it now. All thoughts of the lies, of the mysteries, disappeared. There was just him and her and the endless kiss.

How long did it go on for? How many minutes passed as their lips moved and their tongues touched? Meg had no idea. Pleasure shivered along her lips, around them, and ran through what felt like every inch of her body.

Her nipples ached.

Her pussy ached.

Everywhere ached.

At some point, Chance’s light jacket hit the floor. Did either of them even notice? The top buttons of Meg’s shirt became undone. Who had worked them out of their holes? Meg thought it might have been her, but when Chance’s hands slipped between them to undo the rest, she realized it was him.

One after the other he flicked them open. His fingers caressing her skin. Sparks of sensation hit her with every brief touch. It wasn’t enough. Meg wanted more. A moment later and Chance was pushing the shirt down her shoulders. Meg helped him to shrug it off her body, and the kiss went on.

She reached down and grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt. The material bunched up between her fingers. She wanted it gone, wanted their skin to touch. She lifted against him, going slowly even though she wanted to go fast. Her thumbs brushed over the hard planes of his stomach, and then against the muscles of his chest. The smattering of hairs covering him made her palms tingle.

Meg sighed again. Chance responded to that by nibbling her lower lip. Meg inhaled sharply even as she pushed herself forward. She could feel his cock against her aching body. She wanted it inside her. No, she wanted him lying on top of her, covering her before he filled her.

She wanted it now.

She pulled the T-shirt higher. They had no choice then but to break the kiss. Their eyes met as Meg dropped his tee onto the floor.

“Blue,” he whispered, and the dazed look in his eyes had excitement dancing along every single inch of Meg’s skin. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

Meg reached up and ran her fingers through his beard. Why had she never noticed that the hair curled there, too? Her fingers danced through it and then along to his lips. She brushed against the bottom one. It was swollen from their kiss.

“I don’t know,” Meg said honestly.

“This is…”

“What?” Meg asked. “What is it?”

“Something that can’t happen,” he said.

She looked into his eyes…those eyes…they were so damn familiar to her. Why? Was it because the desire that she felt was so clearly reflected back through them? There was no question that Chance wanted her. That he wanted this. Whatever was stopping him from taking it was not going to be strong enough. Did she pause to consider that maybe she should be thinking the same way? That she should be questioning what the hell she was doing? No. She didn’t. It was far too late for that. It had been too late from the moment she had enacted her crazy plan to shake him up.

She reached down and palmed his cock. He let out a startled gasp. She stroked along his length even as she kept her eyes fixed on him.

“It’s already happening, Chance,” she said.

“There are things you don’t know…” he began.

Meg stroked him again. He jerked against her fingers. She couldn’t help but shiver with delight. What would Chance feel like inside of her? How would her body respond as he stroked his length in and out of her body?

Chance…a man she barely knew…a man who had entered her life out of nowhere and turned the whole thing upside down.

“You’ve lied to me,” she whispered.

He closed his eyes. Meg continued to stroke him. His cock seemed to get even harder against her fingers. Would it harden further when it was inside of her? Would she feel herself stretch as it filled her?

“Yes.”

“I’m going to be mad at you,” she added.

“Yes.”

“Mad enough that I’m going to regret this?” she asked.

“Blue…”

He opened his eyes. He looked down. He watched as she continued to stroke along his cock. His fists clenched and unclenched. Meg could see the struggle he was going through. She did not care. This was going to happen. It was always going to happen. Why pretend otherwise?

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Then, I guess it’s time we found out.”