Staring Into the Eyes of Chance by Kay Dee Royal Page B

come clean, but how?
    Olivia reached for Chance’s hand, twining her fingers through his, and led him through the kitchen toward the bathroom.
    Chance stopped her, released her fingers, and lifted her hair, feathering kisses down the back of her neck. Her passion-filled scent of honey and almonds calmed the wolf inside, but stirred his human counter-part into a state of arousal. “I’d like you nice and relaxed, maybe have my way with you.” He pressed himself into her backside. “Let’s set your debt to me on the back burner for tonight.” Chance nipped her under the ear, and then suckled her ear lobe. His arms weaved around her shoulders and her body trembled beneath them. He dropped his hands lower and cupped her breasts. She arched into his palms.
    “It’s my turn,” Olivia whispered through little pants. She grabbed his hands and pulled him along into the bathroom. “Welcome to Olivia’s house of pleasure.” She moved him aside, closed and locked the door. “In case we get any unwelcomed visitors, like one of your associates.”
    “Locked door is good. It will keep out your spy, Lindsey.” He chuckled. “Although, I have a feeling she and Trevor will be all sewed up with each other tonight.”
    “You know something I don’t?”
    Chance ignored the question and instead unbuttoned her flannel shirt. It fell to the floor. She wore a black lacy bra beneath, but before he could slip his hands behind and undo the catch, Olivia unclasped it. He watched her unzip her jeans, slide them down her slender legs, and kick them away with one foot. His breathing stopped. She stood in front of him in black lace panties and black cotton socks, quite the endearing combo. He bent down and lifted a leg, kissing her calf, while she steadied herself on one foot.
    “You may pull off my sock. I don’t think I can do that and look sexy.” Her lips lifted at the corners in a shy way as he peeled one sock off and then the other. “Chance, I’m going to fall on my butt if you don’t let my leg down.” Her hands latched onto his hair, while his hands climbed her leg. He guided it around his waist, melding his body against hers.
    Their gazes locked, sending whips of electricity down his belly, ending in the uncomfortable heaviness at his center. He took full possession of Olivia’s sensual trembling lips, plunging his tongue between them. She moaned against his mouth and another snapping whip shot through his body. Her hands dropped, sliding down between their bodies. She opened the button and zipper of his jeans, releasing his raging prisoner into her gentle fingers. His hips automatically thrust forward and her fingers wrapped tightly around his cock, squeezing with tiny twists. His knees buckled.
    “What are you doing to me, woman?” Chance whispered against her lips. Olivia broke away.
    “Shower time, big boy.” Her fingers gently squeezed him and then she let go. She stepped over and turned on the water. He yanked his shirt off while following her. She slipped out of her underwear and then tugged down his jeans. Olivia wrapped one hand around him, her lips slightly parting. Chance wrapped his arms around her, hands cupping her buttocks and dragging her against him. His lips brushed her parted lips and Olivia relaxed into his palms, into his kiss.
    Steam wafted out the shower door, settling over their skin.
    “It’s ready and waiting for us,” Olivia breathed the words against his lips. He pulled the glass door further open. They both walked inside a shower large enough for a crowd, with seats and shelves built into the tile walls. There were three shower heads the size of truck tires hanging over head dropping water like a gentle rain.
    “Damn, I could get used to this.” Chance looked at Olivia then, his heart melting when her violet eyes met his. “Olivia, do you believe in love at first sight?” He didn’t wait for an answer before he pulled her body into his, skin to skin, shivering warm, his arousal