Page 40 of No Second Chances

Kennedy is full-figured, with curves everywhere a woman should. Everything on her body is built exactly for my pleasure, and I can’t wait to show her every detail of what she means to me.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell her honestly. “It’s like every single fantasy I’ve ever had, brought to life but a hundredfold.”

“My boobs are too big and I have a belly,” she says waspishly. “You don’t have to say that I’m perfect. I know I’m attractive, but don’t lay it on too thick. You’re already getting some.”

“No,” I bite out carefully.

Her eyes turn to saucers and she steps back hesitantly. That is my cue to move. I pull my shirt off by the hem and step out my pants as I go, making sure that she sees what she does to me.

“No?” Her voice is almost nonexistent while she stares at my dick.

“No,” I tell her again. “I didn’t say you’re perfect. You’re beyond fuckin’ perfect, Kennedy. You’re beautiful the way the world hasn’t seen in millennia. I’m not just getting some. I’m getting everything. You’re everything.”

Then I take her into my arms, lifting her against my body until she wraps her legs around my waist. And I press her against the wall of the bedroom, listening to the way her heart dances in her chest, matching mine.

“I’ll take you against a wall next time. Tonight is for us. For remembering what we’re like together, for creating a new memory.” I kiss her again, clutching her ass as I move us away from the wall and back to the bed.

I have to break the kiss when it comes to setting her down because I don’t want to drop her. Instead, I let her body slide down, dragging along my cock until she is sitting on the bed. Once I’m sure she is there, safe, I follow her down and kiss every inch of her body. Starting at her neck and working my way down to her thighs, I trace every groove with my tongue and savor every moan that escapes her lips.

“Linc,” she whimpers when I caress her skin, blowing warm air where my lips had just been. “Linc, I need more.”

“More?” I ask against her stomach a few moments later.

She takes a deep breath and waits until I look up at her through hooded eyes before she says anything. “Everything.” She holds out her hands, silently ordering me to get on with it.

“Are you sure?” The question is so much more than a simple confirmation. We both know, once we take this step, there’ll be no going back. Tragedy tore us apart once. Never again.

She cups my cheeks, forcing my eyes to meet hers, and I don’t realize until just this moment how important it is for me to know that she has no doubts.

“Yes.”

One word. One simple little word that means everything and more to me.

She tilts her head back, arching her spine and pressing her body against mine until there isn’t anything left for me to do except push into her body. She’s wet and ready and more than willing to take everything I have to give her body. The one I’ve been craving more than life itself. When I don’t move fast enough for Kennedy, she wraps her legs around my waist.

“Holy fuck,” I gasp as she does something with her hips and suddenly I’m completely seated inside her hot core. “Don’t move.”

She groans and writhes, but I can’t breathe, let alone start to move. Sharp buzzing fills the air all around us, and my heart begins to pound in my chest, urging me to move. To brand her. To take her. To make her scream in pleasure.

“Move, Linc.”

I start moving, putting every single emotion and desire I’ve had over the last six years into our connection. Needing more, I grab Kennedy’s hands and raise them above her head, loving the way her chest moves and adjusts with her while she tries to keep up. But she wants more, so I give it to her. I give her everything. Every thrust, every grunt, every agonizing pull away from her body only to return with even more force.

The sound of our bodies colliding fills the air around us, mixing with Kennedy’s moans and my fractured breathing.

“Close,” she gasps breathlessly, shifting under my body and grinding her teeth together in a poor attempt to keep from hitting her climax.

“Good.” I let go of her hands and lean back so that I can touch her, applying pressure to her clit so she’ll have no choice but to let go.

And when Kennedy’s body tightens around mine as she finally reaches that peak, I almost fall right over the cliff with her. It isn’t until the last minute that sense comes crashing into me and I pull out. Staring at her lust-filled eyes as she screams a mix of my name and her pleasure, I come on her stomach.

For a few hard seconds, I stare at what I’ve done and try to rein in the monster inside. The one telling me to rub my fingers in the mess. Then I watch silently as Kennedy trails a hand down her body and does exactly what I’ve been fantasizing about a moment before.

“Fuck it,” I growl.

With a feral smile on my face, I pick Kennedy up to do it all over again.

This time in the shower.

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