A Lucky Chance (3 page)
Authors: Milana Howard
As they walked, rain that started off as a soft drizzle suddenly became a torrential downpour. Chance took off his button-down shirt and offered it to Amara. She took it and held it up over her head.
By the time they arrived back at his garage, it was already past closing. He let them in, discarding his shirt as he turned on the lights. “I hope you don’t mind. It was soaked.”
He pulled a few shop towels from the supply closet. “They’re not the softest, but you can use them to dry off. You could get more comfortable too, if you like.”
“But I─I don’t have anything else to wear.”
“I’ve got an extra shirt you can change into.” Chance grabbed it and handed it to her. “The restroom is down the hall there.” Before Amara walked away, Chance observed how her light blue blouse had gotten drenched in the rain, revealing a clear impression of her cleavage. The damp fabric of her black skirt clung to her thighs. It wasn’t difficult to conjure up an image of her without clothes on.
With his arms crossed, Chance leaned up against the tailgate of his truck listening to the rain. It was still pelleting down hard. Just then, Amara returned from the restroom. As she came around the truck, she perched to sit beside him.
Her hair hung in damp strands over her shoulders and her makeup was washed off. She was a vision of fresh-faced beauty. It was such a damn turn-on to see Amara standing there wearing his t-shirt. His shop’s logo across her chest seemed to mark her as belonging to him. If he had his way, she would be his.
“So am I good to go?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah.” He cleared his throat, trying to reign in his urges. “It’s all fixed up for you. Shouldn’t give you any problems.”
“Great. Thanks, Chance.”
“Anytime.”
“Chance?”
“Yes?”
“I hate to admit it, but I’m sort of paranoid about driving in the rain. Would you mind if I stayed awhile?”
“No. Stay.”
And now the rain again. Only this time it was falling outside of Amara’s bedroom. This was the culmination of many flirtatious dates and nights Chance spent in his bed pleasuring himself to visions of having Amara just like this.
After he enjoyed the most erotic striptease he’d ever witnessed, he scooped Amara up in his arms and placed her upon the mountainous piles of pillows on her bed. She looked like a jewel on display. His jewel. He joined her on the bed, covering her body with his.
As Chance sucked at her lips, the sound of thunder rumbled off in the distance. It set the mood for their lovemaking. The sky darkened and mysterious shadows were cast about the room.
Amara grabbed him closer to her. She ran her hands up his spine and clutched at his shoulders. The desperate way she looked at him let him know that she felt the same way he did. A slow grin spread across her lips.
He loved her lips, loved the shape they formed when she smiled. It was a genuine smile that reached her eyes and made them sparkle with all the sharp wit that lay behind those dark brown irises. Chance continued to kiss Amara, finding that he’d become addicted to her.
Although this was his first time with Amara, he knew it wouldn’t be the last. There would be many opportunities in the future to woo her all over the Silver State and beyond, if he had anything to do with it. He had to remind himself of that, because he didn’t know how long he’d last with Amara looking like a sensual feast.
His hands caressed their way down her sides. There was a supreme satisfaction he derived from the goose bumps that surfaced on her smooth, chocolate-brown skin. He felt Amara shiver, and his instinctive response was to meld his body with hers, to unite them.
Chance reached between them to unzip his jeans. He leaned back to slide them off along with his boxers. When he lay back down beside her, he pulled her on top of him.
Amara scratched up and down his chest as she slid herself down his dick. His hands went to her hips to anchor her to him. The swaying movement of her breasts was hypnotizing. He felt himself growing larger and thicker inside of her with each grinding thrust.
She slowed their pace, reminding him not to rush. As much as he would’ve liked to cooperate, he’d become fixated on seeing and feeling Amara lose control with him. Chance gave her every pent-up emotion he’d been holding back since they’d met. He sat up and pressed his chest against Amara’s. While nipping at her neck, he reveled in the feel of her.
Amara bounced up and down the length of his dick. He loved the way she kept up with his movements. Her body writhed with his, seeking the release he yearned to give her. Chance gave her his all, pouring all of himself into her.
She collapsed against him. He placed a gentle kiss against her cheek that had become dampened with perspiration. “This is what I needed, and you needed it too,” he whispered into her ear.
MILANA
Thank you for reading. To read about other books in the Sin City Seductions series, check out:
Taking a Gamble
(Celicia and Kevin)
A New Year’s Toast
(Stacey and Cooper)
M
ILANA
H
OWARD
Originally from the Jersey Shore, (the very same place that has spawned all those reality show people), Milana Howard now resides in fabulous Las Vegas. She has had a passion for romance stories ever since she learned how to read. Whenever a book left her wanting more, she would write her own personal spin-off story to satisfy her craving for the ending she envisioned. Currently, she is most comfortable writing in the contemporary interracial romance genre.
In her spare time she enjoys classic romance films. Intrigued by the glamour of that by-gone era, she finds herself wondering why men can’t walk around in suits and ties and why women can’t dress as if going to a Hollywood premiere on a regular basis.
Excited to have her books in a reader’s hands, Milana welcomes feedback!
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