same trip. “I agree. She needs to make some friends in this town. I’ll see that we’re there.” Changing the subject, he directed his question to Shawn, “Any word on Marco yet?”
Shawn shook his head, “No. Nothing. I’ll know when he comes back on US soil. The minute his plane lands and he clears customs, I’ll know.”
“I can’t say I’m sorry any of this happened. As hard as it is to say, both Seth and I owe Marco thanks for having brought two wonderful women into our lives.”
“Save your thanks for someone who truly deserves it. You didn’t see how crushed Brianna was. No one deserves to be put through that kind of emotional trauma. Marco needs to pay.” Shawn’s voice was hard and his wife wrapped her arms around his waist, attempting to calm the anger she could sense rising to the surface.
“It’ll all work out.”
Rachel walked back into the living room, a smile of relief on her face and feeling lighter in spirit that she had in months. “They’re sound asleep.”
“Good. Come say goodbye to Shawn and Janet. They’ve got a long drive ahead of them and are anxious to get home.”
Shawn took the hint and turned to Rachel, “Thanks for letting us watch your boys tonight. Feel free to call us anytime you need a sitter. We really don’t mind.”
Rachel nodded and shook his hand and then Janet’s. “Thanks again.”
Chance shook hands with Shawn and gave Janet a hug before watching them exit the house, shutting the front door behind them. Turning to Rachel, he gave her one of his enigmatic stares that had butterflies starting to flutter in her stomach, and her heart racing a little faster.
Chapter 14
Chanced tracked her across the room, a devilish gleam entering his eyes when she started to back up and attempted to put the couch between them. “Where are you going?” he purred softly.
“Uhm.. no where… maybe I should go check on the boys again,” Rachel said, turning towards the hallway.
Chance stopped her by lightly grabbing her arms and pulling her inexorably towards him. “The boys are sleeping, remember? You just checked on them two minutes ago.”
Rachel tried not to meet his eyes, but was drawn to them like a magnetic was to iron. Meeting his gaze, she felt herself falling into the promise she found there. One of comfort, of safety, and passion. It was the passion she saw in his eyes that gave her pause.
Chance watched the emotions cross her face, not liking the scared look that entered her eyes and seemed to linger. “Rachel, are you afraid of me?”
Rachel watched for long moments before answering, “It’s not you really. Maybe it’s me. I don’t know.” She sounded thoroughly confused.
Chance smiled, “Let’s try this then. If I were to kiss you would that make you fearful?”
Rachel shook her head, watching his lips as he bent down and placed them upon hers. Closing her eyes, she gave into the feelings his touch elicited. His lips were gentle at first, but as they continued to kiss, she found herself needing more. More contact with him. More than the gentle kisses he was giving her.
Stepping into him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed herself against his chest. Feeling the hard points of her nipples dig into his chest sent a moan bursting from her throat at the same time he took the kiss to an entire new level.
Chance had tried to take things slowly, but at the feel of her body pressed against his, he lost control and devoured her mouth. Bending her head to the side for a better angle, he discovered all of the secrets hidden within the recesses of her mouth. The sounds of her moans exciting him even further.
Breaking the kiss, he pulled her with him as he sat down on the couch, bringing her down to straddle his thighs in the process.
Rachel opened her eyes when they started to move and was mildly alarmed to find herself sitting astride his lap. Straightening her upper legs, she kept her center from pressing down upon his. The
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