Page 8 of No Second Chances

Opening eyes that I didn’t realize I had shut, I find him standing directly in front of me. Once he sees my eyes, he puts both of his hands around my face and touches his forehead to mine just for a second while he takes a deep breath.

“The only thing I can think about is you. I just can’t figure out how to do this quietly,” his admission ends with a laugh. “I was afraid that if I ever started touching you, I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

There is something holding Linc in place, an invisible barrier of his own keeping him from taking that last step. But as soon as the words leave my mouth, it is gone.

With a groan I can feel all the way to my toes, he gives in. The hands on either side of my face tighten momentarily before he presses his lips to mine in a gentle kiss. Gentle only lasts for a second before everything between us becomes frantic.

I wind my arms around his neck, and he picks me up in the same move. There is really only one option while he deepens the kiss and moves us toward my bed. I wrap my legs around him, not giving a shit that the dress is hiked all the way up around my waist. When his tongue pushes into my mouth, there is no hiding the way my back arches and my body presses even closer to his.

He chuckles but doesn’t break the kiss. At least, not until he is setting me down onto the bed. I watch as he strips his shirt off with one arm, then I stare at the dog tags that are resting on his chest. When he reaches for the button on his jeans, I push his hands away and undo it myself. Once I’m sure I’m not about to take his dick off when I unzip them, I look up to see fire blazing in his eyes.

Just to tease him a little, I bite my lower lip and smile. While he watches, I slide off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. Then, before he can stop me, I lean forward and press a small kiss to his dick through his underwear.

“Just touch it,” he grinds out through gritted teeth. “Please.”

Linc doesn’t push me. He doesn’t even move as he waits for me to do what I want. The way he lets me control everything without me even saying a word, it is everything I didn’t know I needed. Not until we are in that moment and he is giving it to me.

Still wearing the same smile, I pull his underwear down and his erection almost hits me in the face.

“Eager?” I look back up at him, which turns out to be a mistake.

Linc loses his patience, and I can’t blame him. I’m teasing him, after all. He growls deep in his throat and then pulls me up off my knees with one hand.

The other practically rips my dress in his haste to get it off.

“Knew you weren’t wearing a bra.”

Linc leans forward and presses me into the bed with another passionate kiss. This time, there isn’t anything between us, and I feel the heat of his body against my own. It isn’t enough. I need more, so much more.

I don’t even get a chance to break the kiss and ask for what I need, though. Somehow Linc knows. With his hands on my skin, he finds every place I have always secretly wanted him to touch. When he finally reaches my core, I’m so wet for him that it’s almost embarrassing. Not once does he stop kissing me, either.

My back arches when he pushes a finger inside, and I shatter. Apparently, that’s all it takes with Linc—a kiss, one finger, and I am done. He doesn’t laugh, doesn’t snicker, doesn’t even move until I’m back in my own body. I don’t even know how he finds a condom, but he does. The unmistakable sound of the wrapper being torn open is my only indication that he is conscious of us needing one.

Gods, he really is perfect.

“Condom,” he says needlessly.

The smile on his face is what hits me the hardest. All his need, affection, everything I’ve ever hoped to see, staring down at me. Without thought, I reach up and put one hand on his stubble-covered cheek.

The demand comes out breathlessly. “Kiss me.”

I shouldn’t be surprised that he listens, but I am. When his lips meet mine, there is nothing else for me to do but wrap my legs around his hips. With him, my body instinctively wants to make it as easy as possible for what comes next.

When his dick presses against my wetness, there is one moment of hesitation. One second when I freeze, forgetting where I am and who I am with. Just that one second when I’m back in the past.

“It should have been you,” I tell him honestly, without any hesitation. In that moment, when his eyes meet mine and silently ask permission, I speak from my heart. “It was always you.”

“I’ll fix what’s broken with tacos and sex.” Linc stares directly into my eyes. I know that he’s telling the truth. He’s using my favorite food against me, which we both know I can never turn down.

With a small nod, I agree. Not only to that, but to give him all of me. Even if it is only for the night.

He kisses me again, gently this time, but I’m tired of waiting. My legs are already around his hips, so I tighten them. Suddenly, Linc is inside of me all the way and I love it. Every single fiber of my body is alive, screaming for more.

Time vanishes, my heart races in my ears, and there is nothing that exists in the world except the two of us, together. My body meets his, thrust after thrust. My second orgasm blindsides me, taking me completely by surprise, but I don’t go alone. In the distance, I feel him go still, and then his forehead is pressed against mine again. This time, however, he is sweating and breathing just as hard as I am.

“Perfect.”

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