Page 17 of A Veteran’s Second Chance

“Maybe,” she sighs.

I trail kisses across her neck and to the skin behind her earlobe. She tastes incredible, and she smells delicious, and her skin is hot and smooth and better than I remember.

“How about now? Can I kiss you now?”

My mouth moves slowly back to her throat and her jaw until I’m kissing the side of her lips.

“If we make out, it doesn’t mean I forgive you.” She murmurs the words against my lips.

“Of course.”

My mouth finds hers, and it’s the sweetest kiss I’ve ever had. Our bodies move until we’re facing each other, and I reach for her as she reaches for me. Then my hands are in her hair and her hands are around my neck, and it feels so damn right.

Eleven years of waiting make me impatient, and I slide a hand up her top. She moans when I stroke her breasts.

“Just because I let you get to second base doesn’t mean I forgive you, Logan.” She moans it into my mouth at the same time as she angles her chest forward so her breast fills my palm and my finger strums her nipple.

I’m hard as a rock thinking of what I want to do to Savanna, but this is not about me. Maybe if I give her a hundred orgasms, she’ll remember why we’re good together.

“How about third base?”

My hand slides over her yoga pants, and I cup her hot mound. The fabric is damp, and her tangy scent fills my nostrils. Savanna moans, and I apply a little more pressure.

“I like it.” She pants the words as my hand slides between her legs. “But you’re still not forgiven.”

“Then I’ll have to work harder.”

I slide my thumbs into the top of her waistband and tug her yoga pants down. She lifts her butt off the sofa, and I take her panties off at the same time. She gasps as I slide to my knees on the floor in front of her. Savanna’s panties and yoga pants are around her knees, and I pause here to run my hands up her thighs and kiss her soft skin. My hands slide around the back and I cup her perfect ass cheeks in my palms.

“Ah, there’s my peaches.”

She chuckles, a soft, throaty sound. “They’ve grown bigger since you last held them.”

“Bigger and better.”

I slide my hands back down her thighs and continue taking her pants and panties off. I pull them off her ankles, then nestle between her thighs.

Savanna looks down at me with hooded eyes. I keep my eyes on hers as I slowly kiss up her inner thigh.

“Doing this won’t earn my forgiveness, Logan.”

I kiss her skin and trail my fingers higher. “So you’re going to use me for orgasms?” My finger reaches the apex of her thighs, and she sucks in a breath.

“Yes.”

She’s a woman who isn’t afraid to take what she wants, and that is hot as fuck.

“Use me any way you like, Peaches, and then discard me if you want. I’m yours to do what you want with.”

My hand cups her mound, and she moans. Her head tilts back, and she angles her hips toward me.

“Then stop talking and kiss me where I need to be kissed.”

Fuck. This version of Savanna–a confident woman who knows what she wants–is beyond anything I ever imagined. I’m hard as a rod, and the view from between her legs is spectacular.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I dip my head between her thighs and do as commanded. Savanna bucks her hips at the first contact, and I hold her in place as I press my lips to her most sensitive places. She tastes as good as I remember, and her scent drives me wild. I want to take it slowly, but she tangles her hands in my hair and pulls me toward her.