Page 11 of Second Chance Baby

I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath of her scents that were both somehow familiar and so, so different. She’d always had a faint scent of vanilla, some kind of shampoo or perfume, and now it layered over her arousal so sweetly. So seductively. At the first swipe of my tongue, she reared up, babbling something I didn’t recognize. Her fingers wove into my curls just in case I had any inclination to move before I finished this very important task.

Devouring her whole.

The scrape of her nails over the back of my neck as I sucked on her clit made me growl. I slid up my arms to band over herstomach, holding her in place while I ate her hungrily. As if I was dying of hunger and she was the only sustenance in sight. She arched against my lips, thrashing restlessly as I levered downward to slide my tongue lower and lower still, slipping into the place that was practically dripping for me.

Rotating my hips, I ground into the mattress to try to release some of my frustration, but the bedding just wouldn’t do. Neither would stopping before I made her let go.

“In my mouth, dammit. Don’t you dare hold back on me.” I followed up my demand with two fingers that I shoved into her hard and fast. Knowing from her broken gasps how close she was and wanting to savor every damn drop. Her walls fluttered around my fingers as I pumped them in and out, using her cries as my roadmap. My mind blanked as I focused on her reddened cheeks and the way her breaths quickened, turning into a plea I never could’ve denied her.

“Now. Please.Travis.”

I didn’t know what she wanted for sure. It had been so long and the days where I’d known what she needed before she voiced it were far in the past. But I had wants too. And I couldn’t wait any longer.

Keeping my mouth on her, still sucking hard on her clit while my fingers upped the pace inside her, I managed to undo my jeans one-handed. Sweat blinded me as I reared up to line myself up with her pussy, finally dragging my hand away as her body convulsed.

And I plunged.

The instant I bottomed out inside her with a groan I couldn’t stifle, her deep blue eyes opened and locked on mine. And she reached down to grab both cheeks of my ass, digging her nails into my flesh as she hauled me into her with the sweetest cry.

The past and the present blended until I couldn’t be sure what I said. Or how.

Then I was stroking into her as if it was my job. Hell, my life’s work. I kissed her swollen lips while I reached down to circle her clit, needing her to come again while I was inside her. Fucking her as if I’d never done anything as important in my thirty-six years on this planet.

Or ever would again.

She kept her grip on my ass with one hand while she slapped the other cheek. My eyes flew open and met hers, a laugh shared between us as she shrugged and did it again. My cock jerked inside her, my balls drawing tight and warning me this show was going to end soon. I bit the side of her neck, relishing her sharp cry as her pussy twisted around me, her spasms quickly overtaking her.

Getting me so wet that holding on was a fantasy.

I managed to draw back enough that my release was half in and half out, making a beautiful mess of her that I couldn’t resist moving down to taste. Us mixed together was exactly the fucking way it should be.

She made a soft noise I couldn’t identify until I lifted my head to zero in on her face.

Her gorgeous eyes were overflowing.

“Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head, tears dripping down her cheeks. “Not at all.”

The last embers of afterglow died as I crawled up her body to pull her into my arms. To my utter shock, she kept right on crying, burrowing into me as if she never wanted me to leave.

I didn’t want to. But this wasn’t high school. It wasn’t the years after, either. Our days together were long over, and now she didn’t even live here anymore.

She’d moved out of the house I’d gotten for us while I’d been away on a job. “Easier that way,” she’d whispered the first time she’d come to visit afterward.

Then she’d locked her feelings down behind that mask of indifference I’d seen her mother wear the one and only time I’d ever met her. Even in her presence, Bridget had seemed so very different from the loving girl I’d known.

Then that stranger had stepped into our lives and never, ever left.

Bridget was whispering now too as she rolled away from me to gather up the pieces of her dress. “Can I borrow your jacket?”

“Sure.” I could barely speak with my dry, aching throat. “Brig, baby?—”

Her gaze flew to mine at the endearment, but I couldn’t say any more. I didn’t know what time it was, but we’d been rolling around for what felt like hours before we’d finally lost all control.

I had to go get Carrington.

I must’ve said it aloud because she gave me a light shove. “Go.”

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