Page 56 of Theirs to Treasure

Josie shook her head as she looked at him, holding the ice pack, with that one blond curl falling across his forehead. He looked like a fallen angel who had just discovered sex and liked it. She whipped the sweatshirt over her head.

“Oh, yeah. I love the color pink, especially when it is next to your brown skin.” Josie shivered, but not from cold. It was from the look in his eyes. “Speaking of cake, keep this on for fifteen minutes. That’s how long the lava cakes will be in the oven. Do you want another glass of wine?” Josie shook her head. The one glass of wine had seemed harmless, but combined with Chance’s glances, touches, and kisses, her head was spinning.

“I really don’t think my arm needs to be iced anymore, Chance. The swelling is totally gone. I’m just going to end up with a bruise, but I can move my arm just fine.” She showed him her arm’s flexibility, raising it over head. Then she noticed that rather than looking at her arm, he was looking at her breasts. When she looked down, she realized that by raising her arms, she had raised her breasts so that her nipples were peeking out of the top of her corset.

“If your arm is fine, what are we going to do with this ice?” Chance asked in a hoarse voice.

Josie quickly lowered her arm and grabbed up her sweatshirt, which Chance pulled out of her hands. “You didn’t answer my question, Zee, what are we going to do with this ice?” His heated gaze caught hers.

“We don’t need it, you can throw it in the sink,” she whispered.

“No, I think I saw something else that was swelling.” He unzipped the plastic sandwich bag, scooped out an ice cube, and brought it to her lips. “Suck on it, Zee.”

She opened her mouth and he placed the shard of ice between her lips. He slowly pushed it in and out. “I hope you warmed it up a little, Honey.” He traced it down her chin, lower, down her neck, to the top swell of her breast. “Is it warm?”

“No.” She stared down, hypnotized as he trailed the ice lower and lower, until finally he dipped it down under the cup of her corset, and it touched her nipple. “Ahhhh,” she groaned out.

“Tell me how it feels, Zee. Is it cold? Is it reducing the swelling, or making it worse? Do I need to kiss it and make it better?” He bent down and trailed his lips against the glistening stream of water from neck to breast, until he lifted her breast and suckled her nipple. He lashed back and forth against her turgid peak, until she panted and pressed closer to his mouth.

Looking down and seeing the beauty of their contrasting skin tones dazzled her. They looked so sexy together. Maybe she was finally understanding what Sam and Chance had been telling her. Maybe it wasn’t so much that she was beautiful like they kept saying, but maybe the three of them together was a thing of beauty.

Then Chance used his teeth and all thoughts flew out of her head. Josie threw her head back against the sofa and clutched his head to her chest. She thought he might have chuckled, but it didn’t matter as long as he didn’t stop.

An incessant buzzing sound kept interrupting her fog of pleasure. Chance’s hands were now at the button of her jeans. Apparently, he hadn’t heard the sound. Maybe she was imagining it. Josie shook her head, but it only got louder, and then she realized it was the oven timer.

“Chance, the cakes. They’re done, the timer is ringing.” He didn’t stop, he was very intent on his task, and he was not listening to the buzzer, or to her.

“Chance!” she batted his hands away from her jeans and stood up.

As soon as she realized her breasts were pouring out of her corset, she sat back down and clasped her hands over her chest, trying to cover and hold them up. Chance pulled her arms away from her body.

“Don’t you dare hide yourself from me. If it were up to me, you would walk around naked twenty-four-seven. You have the most delectable body I have ever been allowed to touch, Ms. Decker.” He let go of her arms, and cupped and held up both of her breasts, and then gently put both of them back into the cups of her corset, giving each of her nipples a noisy smooch. Once again, he made Josie giggle.

“You idiot, let’s go get you your second dessert,” she said.

“Our time on the sofa was my second dessert. This cake will now be my third dessert of the evening. Then we’re going into the bedroom for my fourth and fifth round of dessert.”

Chapter 21

Chance made quick work of his second individual chocolate lava cake of the evening. Josie was only able to eat a bite of hers, so they put it in the fridge, and Chance guided her to the bedroom. Josie was a mass of need by the time they crossed the threshold. She was still a little sore from last night—not her back, but in more intimate areas. But at the same time, she ached with need. It made no sense, and only got worse while Chance had played with her on the sofa.

“Honey, I would love it if you would take off your jeans and panties for me.” Somehow Chance was now sitting on the end of the bed. How was it that she so often spaced out in the bedroom? And this time she hadn’t even had an orgasm, she’d only been thinking about one. “Josie, are you listening to me?” Chance asked gently.

“Yes, Chance.” She loved seeing how his eyes warmed.

“Please take off all of your clothes, but leave the corset on, then come over to me.” He didn’t make demands like Sam, but Josie wanted to please this man. She’d already taken off her shoes, so she pulled off her socks, then unbuttoned her jeans, and shimmied out of them. She smiled when she heard Chance groan. When she stood before him in just a pink corset and thong, she looked up and saw a man who absolutely liked what he saw. It made her happy. It made her feel beautiful, and a little brave. She hooked her fingers in the side of her thong, and ever so slowly pulled the lacy garment down her body. When it reached her calves, she stepped out of them. She kicked them away and stood proudly in front of Chance, then strolled confidently toward him.

“Chance, I want to ask you a favor.”

“Anything.”

She knelt in front of him.

“I want to make you senseless,” she whispered, reaching for the fastening at the top of his jeans. Chance stayed her hands.

“Every time we’re together, you make me senseless. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“Why would you think I wouldn’t want to do this?” Josie asked as she looked up at him through her dark fringe of lashes. Chance clasped both of her hands and brought them up to his chest, forcing her to kneel up, their foreheads touching.