His arms were no longer around her waist. At some point in time they had moved and his hands were now cupping her bottom, pressing her closer to him, letting her feel the strength of his growing arousal.
He released her mouth long enough for her to draw in a breath. The same breath that hitched when his lips trailed to her throat and he branded her neck again.
“Chance,” she whispered.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
She tilted her head back and met his gaze. “I thought you wanted to strip my clothes off.”
“I do.”
“What’s stopping you?”
“You never said that I could.”
Kylie stared at him, remembering that last night he had asked if it was okay to undress her. It seemed that Chance Steele operated with a code of honor and that endeared him to her even more. “All right, then, I’m giving you my permission.”
He took a step back and she watched his gaze travel slowly over her body, from head to toe. When he looked up, his eyes lingered on the curves of her breasts visible in the low V-neckline. He realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. She could tell by the look in his eyes. That same look made her nipples harden, become sensitive to the point where she could actually feel desire roll around in her stomach.
His gaze then moved to the hemline of her dress. It was longer than the one she’d worn last night, but he seemed mesmerized by the front split, probably wondering what she had or didn’t have on underneath.
“Last night I thought you looked simply gorgeous in black. But tonight I think you look sexy as hell in red,” he said in a husky voice.
She blinked when she watched him back up a few steps and then walk over to the sofa and sat down. “Come here, Kylie,” he said in a voice that sounded strained even to her ears.
She stared at him, confused. How was he going to strip her bare while sitting down?
“Kylie?”
Deciding she would soon find out, she crossed the room to him.
“Lift your leg in my lap so I can take off your shoes.”
She did what he asked and he took off her shoes one at a time. When she was about ready to place her foot back on the floor, he kept it in his lap, resting against his hard erection while he slid his hand up her leg a little farther, going underneath her dress to touch the center of her thighs, only to discover her panty hose was a barrier.
Apparently deciding a pair of Hanes wouldn’t stop him from doing what he wanted, he placed her foot on the floor then eased to the edge of the sofa and reached both hands under her dress to work the panty hose down her hips. She stepped out of them and then kicked them aside.
“Now put your right leg back in my lap.”
Again she did as he requested and this time he was able to slide his hand a little farther up her leg than before. She moaned out loud when his finger touched her center and slowly stroked her.
“Ahh, just as I thought,” he leaned in closer to say. “You aren’t wearing any panties.”
His words hardly registered. All she could think about was the feel of his fingers inside of her, making her even wetter.
“Let me see just what else you aren’t wearing tonight, Kylie.”
Before she could gather her next breath, he reached up with his free hand and yanked the top part of her dress down. Her breasts spilled free right in his face.
“Place your hands on my shoulders, bend your knee a little more and lean toward me.”
The moment she did so, he captured a breast in his mouth and his tongue stroked it, just like his fingers were stroking her.
She clutched at his shoulders, unable to hold back just how his mouth and fingers were making her feel. Chance definitely knew how to work both ends at the same time. She was melting from the inside out. If he continued doing this for much longer she doubted even his shoulders would be able to support her.
He let go of her breast and leaned forward. “Are you ready for me, Kylie?” he whispered hotly in her ear.
Unable to answer, she nodded.
“That’s good because I’ve been ready for you all day. And tonight at dinner it was hard for me not to spread you out on the table and make you the only entrée I wanted to feast on.”
At his words an all-consuming need raced through her body and she cried out his name when she felt the first sign of an explosion on the horizon. “Chance, I need you.”
“And where do you need me, baby?”
“Inside of me,” she whispered.
He suddenly lifted her in strong arms, and she closed her eyes and pressed her face against his chest.
Her eyes opened when she felt herself being placed on a hard, solid surface. He had sat her on his kitchen counter. “Chance?”
He smiled as he began taking off his shirt and removing his pants. “When I saw you in here today, standing in this very spot, I knew I had to do this. I want to take you right here. Right now,” he said, quickly putting on a condom.