When Cordy was naked, Chance had to take a moment to admire her. Her body had kept some of the softness of pregnancy, there in the thickness of her thighs, the curve of her low belly, the flaring of her hips. Chance knew how strong she was, though—he’d seen her bring Madeleine into this world—and knowing that softness held all that strength… it made her the sexiest woman he’d ever seen.
Not to mention that nursing had taken her tits from magnificent to glorious. Made him want to howl at the moon, they were so lush.
He grabbed her hand and led her into the living room. She was so eager that she pressed against his arm as she followed him.
Chance sat back on the couch, pulling her down into his lap. He put her back against his chest and draped her thighs over his. “We’re doing it this way. ’Cause if I see your pretty face when you come, I’m gonna be too tempted to fuck you.”
Cordy moaned. “You wouldn’t.”
“I would. You don’t know what you do to me. The power you have over me.”
Her hips rolled helplessly. She was naked, needy, while he was holding back, but it wasn’t anything like the other times. Because he knew this would likely be the last time.
Chance stroked her thighs, edging toward his prize. She leaned into him, tucking her head in the crook of his neck. It gave him an incredible view of her body.
Cordy tilted her hips, urging him on. When Chance stroked her soaked pussy, he almost came in his pants. She whined, her breath hot against his neck.
“More,” she begged. “I’m already close.”
So was he. Chance found her clit and stroked like he knew she loved, bringing her to a quick, breathless, shuddering orgasm.
He closed his eyes as she came, clutching the thin thread of control. But he did reach between them and fumble open his jeans. His knuckles brushed her back as he stroked his cock.
“Are you…?” Cordy panted.
“Yeah.” He paused. Maybe she didn’t?—
Cordy leaned forward, giving him the unbroken line of her back. “Go ahead.”
God, could she be any more perfect? A few quick strokes and Chance was coming on her back, splattering her skin.
Chance stared at the spot on her back, then seized by an urge, he put his hand in it. He dragged his come up her back, marking her with his release. When he reached her shoulder, he gripped tight, hard enough that her flesh gave.
“That’s right,” he growled.
He slid his other hand to her belly, pulling her toward him. His release was still hot and sticky as it sealed them together.
Chance settled his hand between her breasts, right over her thudding heart. His other held her shoulder, although his grip had relaxed.
Their breathing was loud in the quiet. Cordy was still, like she was waiting for something.
He kissed the crook of her neck, gentle. “Cordelia.” He made her name a plea, a wish.
“I’m here.”
She was here, but would she stay? Christ, he ought to stop being such a coward and ask her. Even if she only stayed because it was convenient, that was enough for him. Chance would lick up her crumbs.
He kissed her again. “Cordelia.” Fuck it, he’d go for it. Worst she could say was no. “I?—”
The baby started to cry. Loud and frightening.
Instinctively, Cordelia’s body tightened, ready to snatch her baby up. Pure instinct always drove her whenever Madeleine cried.
But Cordy was naked and sticky. He wasn’t in much better shape.
Chance sighed. “Christ.” He released her. “I’ve made a mess.”
That had her up like a shot. “Madeleine's awake.” The panic in her voice made him wince.
