Page 44 of Your Second Chance
She slid her tongue into my mouth, hot and insistent, and I met her movements with everything I had. It wasn’t soft; it wasn’t sweet. It was desperate, messy, and raw. Digging her fingers into my shoulders, she kissed me like she wanted to drown in it. I let her.
Her hips started moving, rolling against me, and fuck if it didn’t send me to the edge. The friction was enough to make my erection throb, painfully hard as it ground against her.
“More,” she whispered, her lips brushing against mine as her hips pressed harder, drawing a low groan from me.
“No.” I shook my head, my voice hoarse and strained. “I can’t. We can’t.”
I was an idiot. A bloody fool for saying no to the woman who had consumed my every thought. She deserved more than this moment of reckless need, and I wasn’t going to let her wake up regretting me.
Still, I couldn’t let her go. I slipped my arms under her, lifting her like she weighed nothing. Her lips stayed on mine, hungry and relentless, as I carried her through the flat and into her room.
Her eyes locked onto mine, wide and pleading. “Please,” she begged.
“Love,” I groaned, gently brushing my thumb against her cheek. A dull ache built as I looked at her—so beautiful, so vulnerable, it almost hurt to breathe. “You’re making it really hard to say no.” I leaned back, gesturing to the very obvious bulge straining against my jeans. “This isn’t because I don’t want to.” My voice was still thick with the heat that hadn’t dimmed in the slightest.
She dropped her gaze for a split second, her cheeks flushing as she took in my arousal before darting her eyes back to mine.
“I want you, Nova. More than you could imagine. But this... this isn’t how I want it to happen. Not rushed. Not in a moment where we’re... reacting.” I swallowed hard, my fingers still resting on her skin. “I want to take my time with you. Do this right.”
Her brows furrowed slightly, and she let out a shaky breath. “I don’t care about right. I just?—”
I stopped her with a gentle shake of my head, moving my hand to her jaw to keep her eyes on mine. “I do, love. I care aboutit more than you realize. I’m not going to let this be something we rush into and then regret—or worse, ignore.”
Her lips trembled slightly, and I could see the wall she’d been holding up so tightly start to crack.
“No more pretending you don’t matter to me or ignoring each other. We’re going to do this the right way.” I leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead, lingering there for a moment as I let the weight of my words settle. “You deserve better than that, Nova. We deserve better than that.”
Pulling back was torture. Every fiber of my being wanted to stay, to touch her, to drown in her, but I stepped back, giving her the space I knew she needed—even if it killed me.
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After this, I was going to google to see if one could die of orgasm denial. If they hadn’t, then I was going to be the first person because sitting in my bed, mouth fucking this hot hunk of a man wasn’t enough for me.
“We may deserve better, but, Ollie, I’m dying.”
He chuckled deeply. “Take off your pants, Nova.”
Oh shit. So we’re doing this, then.
I stood up, hands trembling slightly as I slipped out of my pants, kicking them to the floor. “Now what?”
“Such a needy girl,” he murmured, his tone thick with amusement as he dropped to his knees before me.
His knees!
Why was he on his knees? My heart raced, and suddenly, I was very aware of how fucking hot it was in the room, or maybe in my skin. Every part of me was flushed, including my nether regions.
He slid his hands up my thighs. His touch was slow, deliberate, as though he had all the time in the world to explore every inch of me.
“Like honey,” he murmured as his fingers brushed against the edge of my underwear, lifting his gaze to meet mine.
My brain turned to static mush.
“Touch me,” I pleaded.
“I can’t, but I want to admire you. Can I do that?”
