I smiled. “You can make it up to me.”
“Oh, I intend to.” Chance nodded. “I intend to, I promise.”
“Will you meet my parents?” I asked.
He smiled. “Of course, tomorrow if you want.”
“Really?” I asked, slightly surprised by how ready he was.
“Of course.” He nodded. “Sophie and Tommy are going to be thrilled.”
“You told them we broke up?”
Chance nodded. “I didn’t tell her the real reason why we broke up, though. I didn’t want to deal with the lecture. She’ll be thrilled. She was so upset when I told her.”
“Are you really moving to Germany?” I asked.
Chance paused for a moment. “I was thinking about it.” He nodded.
“Oh…”
“But now things are different,” he said quickly. “I don’t want to leave without you.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You want me to come with you?”
“Or I could just stay here,” he said. “What do you think?”
I smiled. “We have lots to talk about, don’t we?”
“We do.” He nodded. “There’s a lot to plan.”
I thought about that morning, listening to Martha talk about her wedding. I remembered feeling sad and envious, knowing that I had nothing to look forward to and nothing to plan. How fast things could change. It really was true: life could change on a dime.
“I have been offered a permanent teaching position here,” Chance reminded me. “Now, I can actually consider taking it.”
“Would you be happy teaching here indefinitely?”
“I think I could be.” He nodded thoughtfully. “So much has changed over the last few months and I think… I think I’m starting to see myself settling down at some point, maybe putting down some roots.”
I felt excitement rush through me as Chance spoke. He spoke as though marriage was somewhere in our future. And suddenly, I was too impatient to sit through a whole dinner. All I wanted at that moment was to be alone with him. I wanted the weight of his body on mine. I wanted his tongue on my breasts. I wanted his cock inside me. It had been weeks since we’d had sex, and I realized that was far too long.
“I want to go back to your place,” I said abruptly.
“But dinner?”
“We’ll ask them to pack it up for us,” I said. “I’m not hungry…for food.”
Chance smiled at the insinuation and flagged down a waiter immediately. The moment we had paid and our food was packed up for us, we headed to Chance’s car. The drive to his apartment was possibly one of the most erotic moments I had ever experienced. The sexual tension in the air could be cut with a knife. I longed to reach out and touch him, but I wasn’t sure I would be able to control myself.
I could tell that Chance was battling with the same emotions. His body looked stiff and upright against his seat, and I could see a slight protrusion under his pants. He was also driving faster than normal. We hurried up to his apartment, and the moment he got his key into the lock, he grabbed me by the hips and slammed his lips into mine.
We clawed at each other like rabid dogs, uncaring of the fact that we were still out in his hallway and someone could walk out at any moment and spot us. Chance’s hands pushed up my dress, and then I could feel his fingers loop around my panties. With one strong motion, he had ripped them off, and I gasped at the sound of the elastic breaking.
Then we stumbled over the threshold, and I heard the door slam behind us. I knew we would never get to the bed, but we never even managed to get to the couch. Instead, we tumbled together onto the carpeted floor of Chance’s apartment, pawing at each other in desperation.
There was no time, no need, and no desire for titillation, for foreplay or sensual caresses.
I was sopping wet, and Chance was hard as a rock when he pushed inside me without any warning. I gasped against the delicious sensation of being filled once more and gripped his back as he fucked me hard. I cried out in pleasure, as his thrusts grew deeper and more violent. Our lovemaking was strenuous, urgent, and filled with the longing that had multiplied over the last few weeks of absence.