Chance of a Lifetime (Anderson Brothers) (11 page)

Chapter Seventeen

G
en touched Chance’s chest, and her breath hitched with surprise at his bare skin. Did he work out blindfolded
and
naked? Surely not within sight of his family. “What are you wearing?”

“I’m wearing
hai,
the loose pants I train in.”

“What else?”

“Nothing else. I’m barefoot.”

But he was wearing something else, and she knew it. She ran her hands up his chest and looped her finger through the stretchy fabric of the blindfold on his neck and pulled him toward her until their lips almost touched. “What else?”

His breath tickled her lips as he spoke. “Kiss me, Gen. Kiss me and tell me I’m forgiven.”

Rising on her tiptoes, she met his lips and he sighed, as if with relief, then wrapped his arms around her.

She pulled back and traced his lips with her forefinger. “There’s nothing to forgive—except maybe you centering a catharsis on a school choir dress. That’s pretty unforgivable.”

He captured her wrist, and she almost melted into the sand when he licked the tips of her fingers. She knew he was aware how this would affect her. Many times growing up, they’d discussed how her fingers were her eyes. He then drew them into his mouth and she was unable to stand still, shifting foot to foot while his tongue slid over her sensitive skin. Too soon, he placed her hand back on his chest. “It wasn’t the dress. It was the woman inside it.”

“And my boobs. Come on, admit it.”

Reaching between them, he ran his hands up her ribs and stopped just short of her breasts, leaving her one breath away from crazy as his thumbs traced tiny circles. “Yeah, those, too.”

She groaned with relief and he smoothed his hands up her breasts, and then groaned from need when he continued those same maddeningly slow circles with his thumbs over her nipples. “Definitely those,” he murmured against her neck.

He rotated her a quarter turn, and the sea breeze blew straight across her face. Her heart hammered in her ears as he untied the top of the halter sundress. Cinched with a belt at the waist, the top fell, freeing her breasts to the wind and his warm, skilled hands. There was nothing in the world like Chance’s hands. He caressed her with long, strong fingers, his hands calloused, probably from martial arts. She held on to his shoulders for support, head falling back with a sigh of pleasure while his hands glided over her skin.

A sound from behind her yanked her from her haze. “Chance…”

Pulling her against his chest, he kissed the top of her head. “Just Claire closing the door. Your back is to the house and it’s dark. No one can see you but me.”

And just like that, she relaxed. She trusted him with everything. Her safety, her body, and her heart. No more holding back her feelings or clinging to perceived wrongs from the past. She was his, completely, and her body was in total agreement as her heart pounded and heat pooled low in her belly.

“Walk with me,” he said.

“Where?”

“Farther from the house. There’s a little cove a few yards away.”

She reached back to tie her halter.

“No. Please don’t cover yourself.”

She turned her ear toward the house.

“They can only make out silhouettes, not much else. And they closed the door. There’s no way they’re going to come out here. They’ve been matchmaking since they found us in their pond. Interrupting us would be counterproductive.”

“So walking down the beach half naked with you is a condoned activity?”

“Absolutely.”

“I love this place.” And she loved
him.
She always had, but now that she knew what had happened all those years ago, there was nothing to hold her back. Well, other than opposition from Walter, but from where she stood, that seemed too remote to worry about right then. Nothing else mattered but this amazing man.

He took her hand, and she allowed him to lead her along the waterline, loving the feel of the ocean wind and his gaze on her body.

“What do you see?” she asked when he came to a stop.

“A small, curved area of beach, protected by palm trees and a hill of white sand. It looks blue in the moonlight. And the best part? It can’t be seen from the main house.”

She smiled. “Are there stars?”

“To be honest with you, I hadn’t noticed the sky. There’s too much to look at right next to me.” He ran his fingers down her jaw. “But, yes. There are lots and lots of stars.”

She placed her hand on his warm chest. “Excellent. We can knock another item off the list.” His muscles tensed under her hands, and she smoothed her fingers across them, fascinated. “Yeah, ‘sleep under the stars’ is still left.”

She held her breath as he fiddled with the buckle on the belt of her sundress.

“I am not particularly sleepy right now,” he said in a low, sexy voice. The belt released, and the dress slipped over her hips and fell into the sand around her ankles. The wind caressed her body, sending shivers up her spine as she waited for what he’d do next.

He started by placing his hands on her shoulders. “Not sleepy at all, in fact.” He ran his palms down the outside of her arms, and when he got to her fingers, he linked his through hers. He guided her toward him, and she stepped out of the dress. “Are
you
sleepy, Gen?”

“No.”

He pulled her close, and she bit back a groan as his hardness pressed against her. He placed his cheek against hers and whispered, “What do
you
see, Gen? What do you see happening from here? Tell me what you want and it’s yours.”

That was like telling a little child in a candy store she could have anything she wanted—as much as she wanted. Gen wanted it all. Only, nothing in her at that moment felt like a child…far from it. “Touch me.”

“Where?” His mouth against her ear made her knees weak. He guided her backward until her spine contacted something solid. She explored it with her fingers. A palm tree.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” he asked, kissing a trail down her neck.

“Anywhere. Everywhere.”

He slid his hands down her sides and cupped her backside. The urge to grind against him, to climb his body and wrap around him, overwhelmed her. Before she acted on that impulse, he dropped to his knees in front of her, hands still wrapped around her, and pressed a kiss to her belly. He skimmed his hands down the back of her thighs and back up again, and her knees went weak. She grabbed his shoulders for support.

Her entire body hummed with anticipation as he slid her panties down her thighs, past her calves to her feet, and then helped her step out of them, muttering words of encouragement and praise for her body that blended together in a potent lust-inducing concoction.

He stood, lifted her hands from his shoulders, and placed them above her head. “Hold on to the tree with both hands for support. Don’t let go, okay?”

She nodded, gripping the narrow, rough tree trunk above her head. She liked this. Liked being so exposed to him, yet stable enough to support herself.

His lips grazed hers, and then he kissed her for real, his hands covering hers on the trunk above her head. Nothing touched except their hands and mouths, which made her body ache with longing. His skin was close enough to radiate heat to hers, and she needed to feel it. And then, just barely, his chest rubbed against her nipples, shooting spikes of desire straight between her legs. Her knees gave way, and she clutched the tree tighter to remain upright.

“Mmmm,” he said as he moved one hand from hers and spread it over a breast. He traced her nipple, and she moaned.

He kissed her once more, then again lowered himself in front of her. It was easy to tell where he was, not only from the heat, or lack thereof, over her body, but because his breath fanned across her breasts and ribs.

She took a raspy gulp of air, her heart racing in anticipation. This was Chance.
Her
Chance. So familiar, yet shockingly foreign and new.

When he placed his mouth on her breast, she was sure she’d faint. Instead, she clung tight to the trunk at her back and bit her lip as his warm tongue explored her flesh, stroking and teasing.

“Chance…”

“Tell me.” He caressed both breasts with his hands, kissing first one, then the other, until she was sure she’d scream.

He dipped his tongue into her belly button and she giggled, then kissed his way to her hip bone and nipped her gently. This time, she didn’t giggle; she gasped as with one hand, he held her waist, and with the other, he explored the inside of her thigh, making a slow, deliberate path higher.

“I need…” And as if he’d read her mind, his hand reached the apex of her legs, fingers smoothing through her wetness, and she moaned. “
That.
I need that.”

“I know, baby.”

Of course he did. He knew her like no one else.

With no hesitance or prelude, he slid a finger inside and she groaned, and he slid it out, and then in again, and again. She gripped the tree for dear life when a second finger joined his first, hitting a perfect rhythm to drive her wild. And just when she thought it couldn’t feel better, with the wind blowing across her nipples, still wet from his kisses, and the perfect, insistent rhythm of his fingers plunging in and out, he touched his tongue to that most sensitive spot right at the front, and she cried out.

He slipped his fingers free and she groaned.

“Shhhh,” he soothed, and still kneeling, placed his hand behind one of her knees. He swung her leg over his shoulder, opening her up to him. “Keep hanging on to the tree. You can use your leg as leverage, too. You good?”

Better than good.
She nodded, sure no intelligible sound would come out if she tried to talk.

This time, he placed his entire mouth over her while his tongue moved in quick flicks until her leg trembled and her nails bit into the tree.

He pulled back and her spine arched, seeking him. “So good,” he said. “You taste like heaven.”

This
was
heaven. She felt both weak and powerful at the same time while he kissed the thigh of the leg thrown over his shoulder. Again, his fingers entered her, and she dug her heel into his back, urging him on.

“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckled. “Will do.”

And he did, fingers stroking her from inside as his tongue did amazing things that caused lightning strikes of excitement to zap all through her. Her body tightened, and her breaths came in harsh gasps as she got closer.

“Mm-hmm,” he encouraged, increasing his tempo.

She turned her head from side to side, loving the feel of the rough tree trunk at her back and his slick tongue on her body. But more than that, she loved
him
, and with that thought, she tumbled over the edge.

T
here were sounds Chance would remember forever. The way Genny called his name when she came was one of them. She’d done it twice now, and he planned to make that number much, much higher before the night was over. His beautiful Gen, glistening with sweat in the moonlight, clinging to the tree for balance. Which was a good thing. Sand was a great mood killer, which made the beach a challenge.

She relaxed, and he removed her leg from over his shoulder, then rose to his feet. She released the tree and looped her arms around his neck. With a satisfied sigh, she leaned her head on his shoulder, and he melted inside. Nothing and no one could be this perfect. He gave himself a mental pat on the back for having the self-control to stay away from her as long as he had.

“Let’s swim.” He shoved his pants down over his hips and stepped out of them.

She laughed. “Not sure I can walk yet.”

“No problem.”

When he scooped her up and cradled her in his arms to carry her to the water, she gave a feminine squeal that made his heart too big for his chest. She looped her arms around his neck and squealed again when his erection brushed her ass. “Is that your…” Her sentence died into giggles.

“My what?”

Giggles turned to a full-blown laugh by the time they were waist-deep in the warm, rolling ocean. He bent his knees so that the water lapped their shoulders. He loved her laugh. Because she’d never had sight, she didn’t grow up emulating how other people looked and reacted. She laughed with her whole body, and there was nothing more beautiful.

He released her, and she stood on the bottom. He ducked under and washed his hair back from his face. When he resurfaced, she reached for him, making contact with his biceps. He stilled to give her access to his face so she could read him, but her hand ventured down, rather than up.

Her smile widened as she explored the lines of his torso, tracing left and right across the ridges in his abdomen, honed by hundreds of hours in the dojang. When her fingers came across the thin trail of hair leading lower, she stilled and tilted her head.

Swallowing hard, he controlled his breathing so as not to interrupt and allow her complete control to take things at her own rate.

Chance was hard as a rock. Without a doubt, this was the most erotic moment he’d ever experienced. She was reading him with her fingertips, as she would braille. Water lapped over their shoulders, while under the water she traced the trail of hair with one finger until she stopped at the base of his shaft. She then drew the finger up to the head and back down the underside, tracing a line around his balls. An involuntary hiss escaped through his teeth, followed by a groan as she wrapped her hand around him.

“What feels good?” she asked.

“Everything.”

“Show me.”

He wrapped his hand over hers and set her into a rhythm that would do the trick. When she had the hang of it, he removed his hand.

“Like this?”

“Exactly.”

“Sherry narrates when we watch adult movies. She describes what’s going on, but this is way better.”

No shit.
He gritted his teeth as her hand slid up and down beneath the water and his balls drew tighter.

“So, what would happen if I…?” She flicked his nipple with her free hand and he thrust instinctually. “Oh, that’s really cool.” So she did it again, eliciting the same reaction as he bucked into her hand.