Page 16 of His Second Chance (Love Comes To Town)

She puts her fork down on her plate with an efficient clink as she aims her glare at me. “Well, it is for me. What do you want to do?”

Glare for glare, we sit there for a minute.

The effect of her eat-shit-and-die glare is somewhat diminished by the tiny crumb of bacon on the corner of her mouth.

Why now, of all times, do I want to brush that crumb away?

“I want to stay,” I say.

“Okay,” she says. “Then stay.”

“Okay.”

After a few minutes of silent eating, Wynona grudgingly admits, “You did good.”

I almost smile. “Glad you still like a classic breakfast.”

“I did have a vegan phase,” she admits, “but it wasn’t for me.”

“Anyway,” she continues before I have a chance to respond, “I should shower.”

If that wasn’t the cue for me to go—despite my cock perking up—then how she pointedly rises and looks to the door would be.

“See ya,” I say.

“Bye,” she says, closing the door.

I’m halfway down the hallway when I realize it.

Shit. While I was eating, I put my phone aside.

On Wynona’s bed.

I race back, already cursing myself. Luckily for me, the door got caught on one of Wynona’s sandals, so I let myself in.

I can hear the shower going.

“Just getting my phone,” I call to her.

“What?” she calls, opening the door a crack.

My cock flexes.

Even just through a crack, the glimpse I get of her glistening curves is enough to make me instantly hard.

Goddamn.

“My phone,” I say, lifting it.

I should look away.

I can’t.

“What?” she asks in a voice that doesn’t sound as annoyed as it should.

“Come here,” I find myself saying.

She lets the door swing open further. “You first.”

I don’t need to be asked twice. I let my phone fall back onto the bed as I stride toward her.

Holy fuck. Would you just look at her?

Pale limbs perfectly toned, dark hair slicked back, lips pouted with an expression half-challenging, half-beckoning.

My lips land on hers, and the rest is what I’ve been wanting to do since I laid eyes on her. Before, even.

My hands slide all over her slick body, stroking the firm, supple flesh.

I kiss her lithe body into the wall.

Our lips seam together. Her tongue taunts mine, so I give her ass a little smack.

When she pulls away, her eyes are fire. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I growl, and shove her mouth back to mine.

I take that tongue of hers and show her how it’s going to be. How I like it. How she does.

My hands sweep down over her hips, and what I can’t figure out is how I ever let her go.

She pulls off my belt. I undo my button. She kisses me into the wall, hands flat against my chest, taking as she wishes.

Now that’s something new.

I reach over and give that fine ass of hers another good slap. She bites her lip and grins as a moan escapes her. I turn her around to get a better look.

“Jesus, Wynona,” I growl, my hands finding their way to her slit.

It’s wet, and not just with water.

I can’t undo my pants fast enough. She rolls her hips and grinds her ass on my rock-hard erection as though dancing to a song only she can hear.

“Fuck, I missed this,” I growl. “You.”

“Emerson,” she whines as my fingers play with her opening.

I pick her up and carry her over to the bed, tossing her onto it.

Next second, I’m stepping out of my pants, pinning her down, my fingers back inside her.

“Wet as fuck,” I growl with approval as I move them inside her.

All Wynona can do is tilt back that gorgeous glossy head and moan.

Her slit is even tighter than I remembered, and already, my cock is itching to dip inside her. So I pull out my fingers and replace them with what she really wants in there.

Next second, she’s crooning. “Whoa.”

“Whoa,” is all I can growl back, dipping deep inside her.

So warm. Wet. Tight.

So perfect for me.

I hold that first thrust deep in her for a good minute before I pull out partway again. Already, she’s shaking, clasping onto me.

In I thrust, and out I pull. Deep and even deeper inside her.

“Yes,” is all she can seem to say now.

I have to close my eyes. The image of her thrashing body, totally into it, is too much for me to take. I want to enjoy this as long as possible.

Our bodies move together with an ease that doesn’t seem natural or real, with a rightness I’d almost forgotten or at the very least blotted away.

There’s no ignoring what’s going on now. The best sex I’ve ever had.

I gradually build my pace until I’m railing her with everything I have. She comes, crying out once, then again.

Then, when she loses it, louder and wilder than ever, I lose it too.

Afterward, drifting off, she looks gorgeous as hell passed out in my arms.

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