Taking Chances (The Chances and Choices Duology - Book 1 of 2 - Contemporary Romance) by Ann Omasta Page A

already
downing the last of his drink and standing up. “Let’s go. I’ve been wanting to
rip that little black dress off you all night.”

 
    “Deal.” I stood, taking his hand. As we exited,
I tried to ignore the electrifying chill that went up my spine. I knew, without
a doubt, that Sam was watching me leave with his brother.

Chapter 11

 
    I looked in my rear view mirror to make sure
Seth’s Jeep pulled out of the museum lot behind me. We had decided to go to my
house, and I was suddenly nervous about having him in my space.

 
    Courtney had worked the dinner shift tonight; so
she wouldn’t be there when we arrived, but she would be coming in later. I
wasn’t sure how to let her know not to disturb us. I wondered if I should tie a
‘we are screwing our brains out’ scarf to the doorknob, but decided that was a
little crass. She would just have to draw her own conclusions when she saw
Seth’s vehicle parked in our driveway.

 
    I was hornier than I ever remember being in my
entire life. In fact, I briefly considered pulling over and having my way with
Seth in his Jeep on the side of the road. I pictured myself climbing through
the doorless driver’s side and mounting him in one
smooth move. I could have him inside me, easing this aching desire within
seconds. I tapped the brakes, but at the last minute decided that we would have
more room to fool around at home.

 
    I refused to acknowledge the idea that this extreme randiness might be in any way related to my encounter
with Sam in the bathroom. Besides, I
told myself, I thought he was Seth when
we were in there. Any lust that I felt for Sam had to be due to the fact that
he looked exactly like his brother.

 
    Even though it only took a few minutes to drive
to my house, it felt like an eternity. I was so excited that my fingers shook
as I tried to work the keys in the lock of our mahogany front door. When I
managed to open the door, Buster thumped his tail a couple of times, but didn’t
bother to get up. Tabitha lit out of the room as if her tail were on fire when
she saw me entering the house, not Court.

 
    As soon as Seth shut the door behind us, I
turned and pushed him back against it. I kissed him, plunging my tongue into
his mouth. When I reached down, I happily discovered that he was already hard
and ready. His groan of pleasure at my touch increased my urgency.

 
    “I need you inside me now,” I pleaded as I
worked to loosen his tuxedo pants. I freed him and wrapped both hands loosely
around his thick cock, enjoying the velvety smoothness as I stroked up and down
the length of him.

 
    He whirled us around, lifting my dress and
yanking my lacy thong down. I stepped out of the panties and leaned my back
into the door as he lifted me over him. My hand guided him to my opening. I was
so slick with desire that he slid right in. I tilted my head back and wrapped
my legs around him, as he kissed my neck and started circling his hips.

 
    He held me against the front door with one arm
as his other hand reached down to rub over the front of me. I was strung so
tight that a few quick brushes of his thumb over my clit had me convulsing
around him. I cried out as I came hard, wrapping my arms around his neck and
ramming my body onto his dick with every fiber of my being. His orgasm was
powerful, and he yelled my name as his body tightened and he spilled into me.

 
    We stood there like that for several seconds,
breathing hard. Once my brain started to operate properly, I marveled at how
strong he must be to have held me like that. I wasn’t a large woman, but I
certainly wasn’t a waif. I preferred the word curvy, and he had held me with
one arm and a very large penis. Impressive.

 
    After he lowered my feet back to the floor, I
did a hand motion indicating the rest of the house, beyond the entryway and
said, “So, this is my place.”

 
    “I love it so far,” he replied, and we both
chuckled as we straightened our