Page 47 of Second Chance at Love (Chance At Love Duet 1)

“Yes, beautiful… just like that,” Kristoff grunted, nibbling at my neck, my earlobe. Our bodies were so intune, like we’ve done this a million times together. Like our bodies belonged together. He wrapped his arms around me and rolled me onto my back on the couch, his body landing on top of mine. He thrust hard, faster and deeper, again and again. Moans were leaving my lips. He was panting and thrusting harder into me, his lips on mine. His hands held my hips possessively, not allowing me to move.

“Oh, Kristoff,” I moaned, clutching his back. The pleasure was running through my body, and I was so close. “Oh, yes. Please don’t stop.” He thrust harder and faster.

“Come for me, beautiful,” he groaned into my ear. Like those words were what my body was waiting for, I broke apart, my orgasm shattering through me. I squeezed him hard, sucking air into me as his own orgasm was taking him over, emptying into my body.

We stayed laying like that for a while, him holding me gently, close to him, still inside me. My fingers roamed his back in a feather light touch, enjoying his hard muscles under my fingertips. I loved the smell of him all around me, like it was my own aphrodisiac. After a few minutes, our breathing evened out.

“God, you are beautiful,” he murmured into my ear. He showered my neck with small kisses, and then licked it. I tilted my head to allow him better access.

A loud beep suddenly boomed and made me jump.

“What was that?” I asked looking around.

“Shit,” he cursed at the same time. He leaned and kissed my lips. “It’s just the pilot.”

He grabbed the device from the table next to our couch.

“Yes?” he said. I tried to move away from him, but he kept me tight in his arms. He hung up in a few seconds.

“Is everything ok?” I asked.

“Yes,” he answered. “We’ll be landing at Dulles instead of Baltimore. Nothing to worry about. We’ll land in ten minutes.”

We got up, and he grabbed my underwear and bra, then helped me put them on. And then assisted me with the dress, zipping it up and laying one more kiss on my neck from behind me. After I was dressed, he quickly dressed himself.

I sat on the same seat we’d just had sex on, and he sat next to me, wrapping his arm around me, and gently kissed me on the neck again. I didn’t know why but I loved his little signs of affection.

Careful, Gemma. That’s how you’ll get burned.

I took a deep breath and leaned closer to Kristoff, as if trying to prove myself wrong. In the silence that followed, my thoughts were loud in my head. I crossed the blurry line between work and play with Kristoff tonight. Buzzing in the cabin interrupts my thoughts.

I look around to determine where the sound is coming from, then look at Kristoff with the question in my eyes.

“I hear it too,” he commented. “Where is your phone?”

“It’s in my clutch,” I look around trying to remember where I left it. “Ah, here it is!”

I got up to go grab it and pull the phone out of it. Sure enough, it was my phone buzzing. Rick was calling. I answered the phone in a hurry worried something happened.

“Rick, is everything ok?”

“Yes, I was just calling to check on you and make sure you are ok.” I smiled into the phone. He usually checked on me if I went out on a date, not if I was working.

“Yes, all good. Almost landing and I'll be home. You shouldn’t be up so late.” I looked at Kristoff with a smile, and his cold gaze wipes the smile off my face. “Rick, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Ok?”

“Ok, let me know when you are home,” Rick responded.

“Yep, I’ll text you.” And I ended the call.

Kristoff continued to watch me in silence, and I refused to be the one to break it. So I just stared back, with a challenge in my eyes. We just had an amazing, mind blowing sex, and he was certainly ruining the moment.

“Rick often calls you in the middle of the night?” he asked in a cold voice, his gaze watching my every move.

“When I am out at night, yes he does.” I answered. “Is there a problem?”

“You tell me, Gemma. Is there?”

“I don’t have a problem Kristoff. But obviously you do. Because you are acting like a jackass right now.” I feel agitated and insecure at the same time. Jack made a really good job of killing my self-esteem. And old ghosts came to haunt me. His attitude right after this amazing sex wasn’t helping keeping those ghosts in check. “Whatever your problem is Kristoff, your timing sucks considering we just had a mindblowing sex.”

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