Page 112 of Second Chance

I cut her off with my mouth, swallowing her sharp tongue and relishing in the fight she gives before giving in to me. Her tongue swirls with mine, and my hands tighten in her hair. I tug, pulling her into me. Then my hips press forward, and I hear the soft thud of her body against her truck.

“I am…” I begin. “…in love with you. I always have been, and I always plan to be.” Liquid-filled eyes stare up at me and the intensity of the moment has me nervous she doesn’t feel the same, so I flirt with her. “And I’d really like to be dirty with you, too.”

She gasps. “You are incorrigible.”

“And you are who I want to be in. Because I’m in love with you,” I repeat, holding my breath as my heart beats in rapid succession with each passing second, she doesn’t say it back to me.

It’s okay. I can wait. I’ve waited this long.

“I already told you I love you,” she says softly, her voice hardly more than a whisper.

“That was pretend, Mati, I want—”

Cool fingers cover my lips. “That was real to me.”

The words surprise me. I kiss the tips against my mouth, needing a moment to digest the possibility. Mati loves me? “You’re freezing, sweetheart.”

Reaching around her, I tug open her door and hold her hand as she steps up to the seat. Then I watch as she scoots over on the bench and I climb in after her. She pulls the key from a pocket in her jean jacket and hands them to me to start the truck and warm the seats.

“Is this real?” she asks me as silence swarms around us with the growing heat.

“Yes,” I say, turning to her. “I’m back.”

For some reason, that’s all I need to say before she’s on me. Her arms circle my neck, and her body forces me into the door at my back.

“Oof.”

“Sorry,” she mutters against my mouth, but I don’t want her apology. I want her naked and underneath me. My fingers fumble with the front of her dress until I can get my hands inside. Slipping each into her bra, I force the material away from her to cup each heavy globe and squeeze them together.

“I fucking love your tits, lion cat.”

She purrs, and I chuckle before taking her mouth with mine again. She struggles to get her leg over mine, pinning her thigh against the seat. Her other leg curls around my hip, and I press her back until she’s under me. We grind a few minutes, my jeans tight as her dress slips upward. We aren’t graceful, and with my height, we don’t fit well on the bench. I pull back, dragging her with me, and make her straddle my lap.

“Is this a fantasy?” I tease. Suddenly, I feel like a teenager again, fumbling around in a pickup truck, trying to make things work.

“Well, it was supposed to be up against the truck.” She giggles and I still.

“Sweetheart, if you want me to fuck you against a truck we better be in the middle of nowhere where no one can accidentally see me taking care of my girl.”

“Denton,” she breathes out.

“So, for now, I’ll have to please you inside the truck. Besides, it’s fucking freezing out there.” My fingers climb her inner thighs, reaching for the promised land.

“You’re just a wimp, California,” she mocks. My other hand tugs one of hers to the seam of my jeans, holding her palm over the bulge beneath.

“Good golly, I hope I’ll be enough for you, being a wimp and all.” But I’ve already got her nearly begging me. Her hand takes over and works at my buckle while my fingers dip into her underwear. I curse at her readiness, and my fingers easily slide into home.

“Yes, please me,” she whispers, and I intend to do everything I can to fulfill her wish.