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Christ.

This was a mistake.

But before I can react to the awkwardness of the situation, Lucas leans forward and wraps a big, muscled arm around my waist and pulls me forward. He nuzzles into me and gently kisses the scarred flesh. “Is this why you got so mad at me on the beach? And shut me down on the Ferris wheel? These scars?”

I try to say yes, but the word won’t come out. Instead, my throat tightens and tears congregate at the corners of my eyes. I look toward the ceiling to keep them from spilling out. But it’s no use.

“Riley?”

I swallow hard and hold my eyelids open, praying the air will dry out the tears. Lucas kisses my stomach once again and I slowly move my head until I’m looking down at him. My hands rest on his shoulders and he pulls me down so I am sitting on top of him.

He tilts my chin with a finger so my eyes meet his. “I’m sorry for whatever caused this, but know it doesn’t change how I see you in any way, shape, or form. I love you. I always have.”

“I... um—”

He places a finger against my lips. “You don’t have to explain tonight. From the time you jumped on that wild mare to when you’d backtalk your father whenever he had something to say about the trailer park I grew up in, you’ve shown yourself to be one of the strongest and most fearless people I know.”

Echoing the words from the love letter that is still in my wallet breaks the hold fear has on me. This man just recited what he wrote me fifteen years ago as if he’d come up with the words this second. Nothing could touch me deeper, reach my soul on the level he has. I offer him a soft smile. “I’m really glad we’re getting a second chance.”

“Me too.”

He leans forward to kiss me, but I pull back. “Not yet.”

My body aches with need, but if there’s one thing I remember after all these years, it’s how much fun teasing Lucas can be. It’s been years since I felt sexy and confident enough to play those kinds of games with a man. The touch of Lucas’s lips against my stomach makes me feel brave. I want to be in control, to show him how strong I still can be.

I push him hard back onto the bed. He scoots back and I reposition so I’m once again straddling his hips, my pussy resting on the bulge of his thick cock in his pants.

“Riley—”

I cut him off with a kiss and when his hands cup my neck, I pull away. Grabbing his hands, I place them above his head. “No touching.”

“Not fair.”

“Shh.” I bring my finger up to his lips and kiss him again, moving to his jawline, and neck as I grind against him.

“Riley.” The deep tone and desperation of his voice causes the hum of need in my body to become stronger.

I nip at his earlobe and he bucks, his fingers grabbing onto my blanket as if he’s holding on for dear life. Sitting up, I reposition myself so I’m sitting on his thighs. His pupils are large, his chest heaving with every breath.

Slowly I unbutton and unzip his dress pants, earning me a nice hiss from my husband. Lucas drops his head back and tugs on the blanket as I remove his clothes, revealing his huge erection, pained and full. Inside, all I can feel is a pulsing need, an arousal so strong I can barely function.

I lean over him, my body gently grazing his hardness and he growls. When my lips are pressed against his earlobe, I nip him once more. “Your turn.”

He instantly flips me over and buries his head into my neck, hands roving over my skin. He makes his way down my body and rips off my underwear, then buries his face between my legs.

“Holy, fucking shit.”

Yeah, not exactly the sexiest words to ever leave my mouth, but it has been over five years since a man has touched me, much less devoured me.

My back arches as his tongue flattens against me, rubbing my clit. My body tenses, the need too strong. My fingers tug at his hair, my nails dig into his scalp. “Don’t stop.”

Lucas is ravenous. I grab my breasts and pinch my nipples. A deep growl catches my attention and I look down to find Lucas staring up at me. He sucks my clit into his mouth while his tongue swipes back and forth. Then I feel him push his finger inside of me, and that’s all it takes. I climax instantly as my back bows off the mattress, and I scream out his name. “Lucas!”

My thighs clench at the sides of his head, but he doesn’t stop. Not until my body is spent. Lucas’s breathing turns uneven and rapid. Grabbing his cock, he roughly strokes it up and down, sliding his thumb over the tip and smearing precum all over as he stares at me spread out deliciously before him.

Then he stops and looks around as if coming out of a trance. He scratches his head and when his gaze lands on his pants, he grabs them and pulls out his wallet. When he tosses it back to the ground, I notice the foil package in his hand.

Oh. A condom.

I bite my lower lip and moan as I watch him tear open the package and slide on the latex. Crawling back up, he wraps me up in his arms while lowering his mouth to mine. His fingers sink into my hair and he kisses me hard, dominating me.

Feeling more than a little desperate, I fight back against his questing tongue and lips. Breaking the kiss, he slides his hand down between my legs, spreading my wet lips, then nudges his cock against my entrance, slowly pushing inside.

I lock my legs around his waist and thrust my hips up, sliding him even deeper. Lucas captures both of my wrists in one hand and pins them above my head as he thrusts fast and hard. Then he takes my mouth in the most tender and gentle kiss I have ever experienced, sliding his tongue against mine.

“God, you’re so tight, Riley, so fucking perfect.” He grunts, picking up speed until he’s slamming into me at full force.

He explodes not long after, mumbling how I was squeezing his orgasm from him and loving the feel of my pussy on his cock. He smiles a lopsided grin followed by a laugh that spoke for him. He’s wrecked and satisfied, and he couldn’t look more vulnerable if he opened up his chest, pulled out his heart and handed it to me.

Yes, I’m definitely glad for this second chance.

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