Page 85 of Your Second Chance
I shrugged. “I figured you’d go by that name eventually...”
“That was very thoughtful.”
“I wanted to give you something that’s just for you.”
She looked up at me, her face open and vulnerable in a way I hadn’t seen before. Without a word, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me so tightly it knocked the air from my lungs.
When she pulled back, her smile was small but genuine, her fingers tracing the edges of the journal. “It’s perfect,” she said quietly.
She leaned in and kissed me, her lips lingering against mine like she was trying to convey what words couldn’t.
“I didn’t get you anything.”
“I don’t want anything.” I shook my head gently. “You moving into my house is a gift enough.”
Her lips curved into a sly smile, and she moved closer, shifting until she was straddling me. “What about if I give you this?”
Her rounded belly, more noticeable than ever, rested between us.
“You don’t have to,” I murmured, my voice catching as she trailed her hands up to my shoulders.
“I want to.”
She gripped my shoulders and moved her hips against me, slow and purposeful, each roll making my breath catch.
Her mouth claimed mine again, hungrier this time. She pressed down harder, grinding herself against me in a way that made me want to crawl on my knees to her. The tight sweater dress clung to her every curve, riding higher with each movement, exposing the soft skin of her thighs.
“You feel that?” she whispered, her lips brushing against my jaw as she rolled her hips harder. “That’s how wet you make me, Ollie. I’ve been thinking about this all day. About you. About what you’d feel like buried so deep inside me I can’t even think straight.”
Her stomach pressed against me with every shift of her body. The way she moved, the way her curves had softened and grown, it wasn’t beautiful. It was captivating, powerful, and so undeniably sexy in a way that stole my breath.
I groaned, my grip on her tightening as her hips rolled again, her heat pressing against me in a way that made my head spin.
“You’re breathtaking. Every inch of you. I don’t care how much you think you’ve changed—I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you right now.”
“Tell me, Ollie,” she murmured. “Tell me how much you need me. Tell me how much you crave this—me.”
She ground down harder, and my groan turned into a growl. Her words and movements broke me. I lifted her dress slowly, savoring the way the fabric slid over her skin. My pulse thundered as the dress finally slipped free from her body and fell to the floor, leaving her completely bare before me.
“No panties?”
She shook her head, a small, teasing smile tugging at her lips. “No. I was... hoping.”
My brows lifted slightly. “But you’ve been sleeping in the other room? Did I misread... something?”
Her expression softened as she leaned down, cupping my face in her hands. “I need space to process and think, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you. Everything in my body screams for you.”
My hands moved instinctively, brushing down the soft swell of her stomach. “You look beautiful.”
Her eyes flickered with uncertainty. “It’s not embarrassing for you? That I’m pregnant with... you know, not yours?”
“Fuck no.” The words left my mouth before I even thought about them. I traced the curve of her hips, my gaze locked on hers. “It’s beautiful, Nova.You’rebeautiful.” I slid my hands upward, resting below her ribs as I lean closer. “And it’ll be as amazing when you’re pregnant with mine... one day.” I paused. “Don’t freak out that I said that. It slipped out.”
She stilled, her breath catching. “My PCOS?—”
I pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her gently. “For another time,” I murmured. I didn’t want to scare her or have her run.
Moving my hands higher, I brushed over her breasts, my thumbs teasing her already sensitive nipples. She let out a soft gasp, her body arching into my touch.
