Page 25 of Diesel’s Second Chance

"I love you," I say. Need her to hear it again, need to say it while I can.

"I love you too." Her hands come up to frame my face. "Come back to me tonight, Jackson. Promise me you'll come back."

"I promise." I kiss her forehead, her cheeks, the corner of her mouth. "I've got too much to come back to now. No way I'm missing out on more of this."

"Good."

I kiss my way down her neck, across her collarbone, between her breasts. She arches under me, hands sliding into my hair, and the little sounds she makes, soft gasps and sighs, are going to haunt me in the best possible way.

I take my time with her. Map every inch of skin with my mouth, learn what makes her gasp and what makes her moan. When I finally hook my fingers in the waistband of that black lace and pull it down, she lifts her hips to help, and I nearly lose my goddamn mind.

"Beautiful," I murmur against her hip. "So fucking beautiful, June."

"Jackson, please—"

I spread her thighs and put my mouth on her, and the loud and unrestrained sound she makes goes straight to my cock. She tastes perfect. Sweet and warm. I work her with my tongue, slow and thorough, learning what she likes. When I find the rhythm that makes her thighs tremble, I stay there, build her up until she's gasping my name.

"Jackson, I'm… Oh God, I'm close—"

I double down, add two fingers inside her, and she comes apart with a cry that I'll remember for the rest of my life. Her whole body shakes, fingers fisting in my hair hard enough to hurt, and I work her through it until she's boneless and panting.

When I finally pull back and look up at her, she's staring at the ceiling with dazed eyes and flushed cheeks.

"Holy shit," she breathes.

I grin and kiss my way back up her body. "Good?"

"Good doesn't even begin to cover it." She pulls me down into a kiss, tasting herself on my lips, and her hands immediately go for my briefs. "Your turn."

"June, you don't have to—"

"I want to." She pushes me onto my back, and I go willingly. "I've been wanting to for years, and I'm done waiting."

She strips them off, and my cock springs free, already hard as steel. June's eyes go wide for a second, then darken with want, and that look alone nearly makes me come.

"Christ, June—"

She wraps her hand around me and I groan, hips jerking involuntarily. Her grip is perfect. Firm but not too tight, exactly the right pressure. She strokes me once, twice, watching my face like she's memorizing my reactions.

"Tell me what you like," she murmurs.

"Anything you do is going to be perfect," I manage to get out.

She smirks, wicked and confident in a way I've never seen from her, and lowers her head.

The first touch of her tongue against my cock makes my brain short-circuit. She licks from base to tip, then takes me into her mouth and I nearly come apart right there.

"Fuck," I groan, one hand fisting in the sheets.

She doesn't stop. Just takes me deeper, hollowing her cheeks, creating suction that makes my toes curl. Her lips slide up and down my shaft, wet, warm and absolutely fucking perfect. One hand wraps around the base of my cock, stroking what won't fit in her mouth. The other cups my balls, rolling them gently.

I'm trying very hard not to thrust up into her mouth, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but it's a losing battle. She's too good at this, too enthusiastic, and the sight of her…

Hair falling across her face, lips stretched around my cock, spit dripping from the corners of her mouth, is the hottest thing I've ever seen.

"Jesus Christ, June," I gasp. "You're going to kill me."

She pulls off with an obscene pop, lips swollen and slick. "Good."