Page 29 of Second Chance With a Cowboy

“You all right?” he asked, his voice low and hoarse from shouting.

She dipped her chin, a barely perceptible nod. Her eyes were still wide as she stared up at him, her lips parted. “I’m okay,” she whispered as the subtle scent of her hair surrounded him.

He knew what he should do. Heshouldcarry her to the sofa, put her down, and cover her with a blanket. But her body was warm against his, and she was practically naked, the side of her lush breast pressing into the bare skin of his chest.

Aw hell.He’d never been good at following the rules.

He leaned in and captured her perfect mouth in a kiss.

Chapter Fourteen

Heat surged through Chevy’s veins as Leni kissed him back, her fingers digging into his neck as she pulled him closer. But it wasn’t enough. He needed to get his hands on her, to fill his palms with her luscious ass.

When they’d redone the kitchen, they had put in a large island with a black pebbled leather countertop. With a few long strides, and still kissing her, Chevy carried Leni forward then set her on the island.

Within seconds of her butt hitting the counter, her legs were wrapped around his waist, and she let out a moan as she ground her hips into his.

He was already hard as a rock, the cold rain on his skin forgotten, as he pulled back to look down at her. She braced one hand behind her on the counter, giving him a full view of her sumptuous body. Everything about her was voluptuous, from her full hips to her round breasts to her pink-tipped nipples. He dipped his head, sucking one pert bud into his mouth and circling it with his tongue.

She moaned as he reached to fill his palm with her other breast, grazing that nipple with his thumb as he continued to sample the other. Arching her back, she gave more of herselfto him, and he took it, greedy to caress and touch, to kiss and caress.

This was more of her than he’d had in years, but it still wasn’t enough.

He needed to taste her.

Hooking his thumb under the waistband of her bikinis, he drew her panties down her legs and let them drop to the floor. Then he laid a trail of kisses across her belly then into the dip next to her hip.

Going to his knees, he spread her legs and continued his onslaught of kisses, trailing his tongue along her inner thigh, teasing and skimming his teeth against her skin until finally, he claimed her with his mouth.

His name escaped her lips, a whispered word on the edge of a moan as she writhed against him. And the sound of it almost sent him over the edge.

He wanted to please her, to make her not just whisper, but scream his name. His skills had improved since he was a fumbling teenager, and he used all of them now, his mouth and his hand to caress and rub, tease and stroke, until her back was arching, and her hands were gripping the sides of the island as she shuddered out her release.

He stood and kissed her again, softly this time as he wrapped his hands around her back and pulled her body against his bare chest. Hugging her to him, his face now buried in the silky softness of her hair. “You okay?” he whispered.

“I will be, as long as you tell me there’s at least one condom somewhere in this cabin.”

He laughed as he pulled back to look at her. “Only one?”

“One to start,” she said, her smile coy as she peered up at him from under her long, thick eyelashes.

A slow smile spread across his face. “In that case, I’ll tear this place apart to find one or use a Ziploc bag and a rubber band ifI have to, because darlin’, I think I might die if I don’t have you soon.”

“Didn’t you tell me earlier that avoiding dying seemed like a pretty big item in the pro column?”

“I did indeed.”

“Then you’d better start looking.” She laughed as he picked her up again and this time, carried her into the bedroom. He pulled back the quilt and top sheet before setting her on the bed, then he yanked open the top drawer of the nightstand, praying one of his brothers had at some point left a stash here.

He had one in his wallet, but he’d left it and his phone on the seat of his pickup. Although he’d challenge the storm and run back through the downpour to retrieve it if he had to.

Thankfully he didn’t have to.

“Yes, found some,” he cried, holding up a strip of several square packets.

“And more than one,” she said, another one of those coy grins crossing her face as she lay back against the bed, brazenly displaying her luscious body, her dark hair, still damp and smelling like rain, spread out over the pillow. Apparently, she’d learned a few things since they were teenagers, too.

He shucked off his boxer briefs, and she pulled him down onto the bed then climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, her shoulders back, as if offering him a perfect view of her delicious body. And he was soaking in every square inch of it.

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