Page 122 of Third Chances (Men of Manhattan 2)

He laughed and smoothed my brow with his finger. "Mhm." He grabbed a condom from somewhere behind me.

"How did you know I was coming here?"

"I just had a feeling."

He ripped the condom open with his teeth.

Everything he did was so sexy. I put my hands on either side of his face.

He stared back at me as he grabbed the condom from the wrapper. "We don't have to, if you're not ready."

"Not ready?" I smiled. "No, I just...I feel like I can find myself in you. I feel like maybe you can make me whole again."

He laughed.

I swallowed hard. "I mean...."

"No." He smiled and put his fingers through my hair. "I'm sorry. But I'm literally about to find myself in you right now."

"You're incredibly immature."

"And yet, here we are." He handed me the condom. There was a challenging look in his eyes.

"Maybe you can work on finding yourself in me in more of a spiritual sense too?" I said as I rolled the condom onto his erection.

"Everything feels pretty spiritual with you, Daphne." He pressed my back against the rock wall behind us. "Why do you think I came back?"

"For skinny dipping and sex?"

He laughed. "I promise that this isn't just about sex for me. But I really, really want you right now." His voice sounded so earnest. As if I was the only thing in the world he truly wanted.

I smiled up at him. "Rob, I'm all yours."

"I love the sound of that." He leaned forward and kissed me as the tip of his erection pressed against me. I spread my thighs wider, inviting him in. He groaned into my mouth as he slowly pushed into my wetness.

I gripped a handful of his hair as his hands gently cradled my ass.

This was so different from the first time. We weren't angry with each other now. This was slow and loving. There was a fullness in my chest that I had never felt before.

He groaned again as his thrusts started to go faster. That guttural sound was now my favorite noise in the world. One of his hands dipped to the back of my neck as his kisses grew more ravenous.

The pressure building between my thighs was making me climb higher and higher. But I didn't want this moment to end. "Don't stop," I moaned.

"It's okay to let go," he whispered in my ear. His words brought tears to my eyes. He seemed to understand me so completely. There was so much meaning behind what he had just said.

I needed to let go. Truly.

His tongue invaded my mouth again as his fingers squeezed my ass cheeks. He tilted his hips, hitting a spot that I didn't even know existed.

God. The slow, sensual build up made me come hard. I gripped the muscles of his strong back.

"Daphne," he groaned as he slammed into me hard. We rode out our orgasms, touching each other everywhere, savoring the moment, until finally his hips stopped moving. He kissed my temple, the bridge of my nose, then the tip of my nose. "Why are you crying?" he whispered. He wiped underneath my eyes with his thumb.

I pushed on his waist and he slowly slid out of me. I hated the empty feeling. I quickly wrapped my legs back around him, but that empty feeling remained. "I want someone to hold me close all night."

"I already told you I was a snuggler."

"No, I mean I want someone I can rely on. I don't like feeling vulnerable. Rob, we barely know each other. We don't even live in the same state."

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