Page 74 of Second Chance for Mr. Alden

We smiled at each other in that stupid way lovers do when they’re so damn happy with each other.

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WE’D HAD A QUICK BREAKFASTand another round of mind-blowing sex. Alden leaned against the headboard with his arm around me as I cuddled close. My fingers rubbed lazy patterns over his chest as we talked about what we wanted to do.

I could get used to this. I’d been with other guys since Alden, but no one made me want to stay and cuddle, or made me wish for something more.

Which made what we were doing all the more dangerous.

“What’re you thinking about?” he asked, kissing the top of my head.

“That yesterday at Ruby’s went really well,” I answered.

“Yeah.” Alden answered, his hand stilled.

“What if we went out again?” I propped my fists on his chest and rested my chin on top of them.

We stared at each other.

“Jess, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” He brushed my hair behind my ear.

Instinct had me leaning into him. My body already craved his touch. “We can be safe and suddenly nostalgic.”

“Nostalgic, huh? Tell me more.” He nuzzled my neck, nipping and kissing until he got to my collarbone. “I’ve started to think about the places we used to go to together.”

I laughed as his fingers ran down my side hitting a particularly ticklish spot and pushed him away. “Hey, no tickling.”

He worked his way back to my lips, gave them a quick peck, before laying on his side to lean over me.

I loved his body. My eyes began to wander over every perfect inch, already distracted.

“What were you thinking?” he asked.

“Mmm, what?” I blinked, my hazy, lust filled gaze on his chest.

He tilted my chin up so I could see his playful smirk. “My eyes are up here.”

“Don’t you like me objectifying you, James?” I teased, my lips moving closer to his.

“Objectify all you want.” His breath puffed against my mouth.

I hummed a reply and pressed my mouth to his. This kiss was like a dance we’d done a thousand times, made better by the prior knowledge of each other’s body. I ran my tongue along his bottom lip, and eased it inside his mouth, his tongue instantly finding mine, circling, caressing, stroking.

God, I loved kissing him. He was the one person that could make my body light up with only a kiss.

He pulled back, giving me a gentle peck when I groaned in disappointment. “You were saying something.”

“We can talk later. This was just getting interesting.” I cupped his cheek, capturing his mouth in a punishing kiss. This was way more fun than a trip down memory lane.

He gave me a peck and pulled away.

Maybe it was irrational. James had just told me he loved me, but my whole body pulled in on itself at his rejection and I rolled out of his arms. Instinct took over and my fear that he was regretting what happened last night swirled around, pecking at my brain.

He’d told me he loved me last time we were together, and he still left me. Was this time any different? No matter how much I tried to tell myself it was self-preservation kicking in and I was lashing out at him for no reason I couldn’t stop myself. What if he was putting the brakes on things now because he didn’t want to continue this new aspect of our relationship? “What the fuck, Alden?”

He yanked me back into his arms. “Don’t pull away from me,” he growled.

Even as mad and confused as I was, my thighs clenched and my core pulsed at the command in his tone. I wouldn't be surprised if my panties got drenched if he kept talking to me like that.

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