Page 107 of Second Chance Saloon

The slutty butterflies hesitated for a beat, mid-flight.

Sex was one thing. She was good with having sex and taking emotions out of the equation. But there was no way she could do it with Mitch. What would be the point anyway? He knew she was a goner for him. There was no mystery to salvage, her eyes an open book of her feelings. Not even a well, nor a lake, but an entire ocean of them, with a single common denominator.

Him.

She pinched his bottom lip between her fingers, nose touching his nose. “I really hope you don’t. Because I think I’m so deep into you, I’d never recover.”

His forehead dropped to hers, the pads of his fingers caressing her jawline. “Good. Then we’re evenly matched.” The fingers on his right hand stilled just off her clit; he smirked. “May I?”

He teased her entrance, and she threw her head back at the sharp sensation unlocking floodgates that had been firmly shut for weeks now. “Fuck, Mitch, you must. Or bad things might happen.”

He moved his fingers in and out. “Like what?”

“Like me exploding all over the dashboard from an unfulfilled orgasm.”

He tsk-tsked. “That’d require a full valet. And would also be a shame.” His teeth dragged down her neck and all her muscles spasmed like she was spiking a temperature. “Do you think you can take three fingers?”

Her gaze raked over his features, which were misted with the desire she’d dreamed of for years. “Try it and let’s see.”

Fuck him, he did. All three of his fingers, sliding in and out of her.

She opened her mouth, a guttural moan rising at the back of her throat, but it was muffled by his hand pressing over her lips.

“Shh, we don’t want an audience, do we?” Mitch whispered, his tongue capturing hers. “I love how wet and ready you were even before I started.”

Jackie whimpered. “I’ve been wet all night.”

He squeezed her nipple between his forefinger and thumb, drawing a long, high-pitched moan from her. “The fact you’re still able to form a coherent sentence tells me I’m not doing a good enough job yet.”

His fingers picked up the pace, thrusting wildly inside her.

She rode his hand, her moans growing louder, quicker, raspier. Droplets of sweat gathered on her hairline, her skin on fire, bones turned to jelly. She buried her face in his shoulder, in an attempt to stifle the noises she was unable to control. Pressure building all the way up to a tipping point, she opened her mouth, baring her teeth; once she pushed across the finish line, she bit into his shoulder, drawing another growl from him.

The orgasm washed over her like an avalanche.

Her hips bucked against his, her spine locking in. Her toes curled into the soles of her sandals, and the butterflies lay at the bottom of her stomach, spent and exhausted from flapping like they lost control. As did she.

“Sorry about that,” she murmured, when she was able to speak. Her finger traced the outline of the pinkish circle on his shoulder. “There’s going to be a mark.”

Mitch kissed her, dragging her lip between his teeth. “You know I don’t mind.” He dipped his chin, trying to look at it. “I kind of like it. It’s like you branded me as yours.”

Jackie licked her lip. “Let’s go to my room for the main course, then.”

He chuckled, helping her back into her seat so she could get out of the car. “You have no idea how much I missed you.”

She pulled up the straps of both her swimsuit and the dress, buttoning up the top and smoothing down her wild hair. “Just in this department?”

“You know the answer to that.”

The stuffy air inside the Jeep hummed with the reverent desire of their hearts and bodies.

Of course, she knew the answer. She just hoped it would still be the case in the morning, once she told him everything. What if it was all going to blow up in her face?

Then let it.

Surely, there was something poetic about burning to ashes wrapped in a blissful lust after spending a night with her soulmate, even if he chose to walk away in mere hours. She wouldn’t hold it against him; she wouldn’t be able to, even if she tried.

But they still had the rest of the night, and Jackie fully intended to fill her cup for the next ten years and beyond, if needed.