Page 31 of Last Second Chance

Flattening my palms on his chest, I rode him slow and steady. My blonde hair fell around my face, and I kept my eyes locked on his. The intimacy of this moment was overwhelming, bringing all those old feelings that I was fighting against for so long come rushing to the surface.

I loved him. I always had.

He looked up at me with reverence, an expression of devotion that I’d never seen from anyone else before. But it had always been like this with Scott. I had always felt like the only woman in the whole world when I was with him.

That was why it devastated me so much when I thought it was all a lie.

His hands moved up to cup my breasts, his plump bottom lip coming between his teeth. My head flopped back as I straightened, bouncing up and down on top of him.

“Fuck,” he growled, his breathing heavy. “Poppy, I’m so close. God, I’m right there, baby.”

As he spoke, his hand moved between us. With expert ease, his fingers found my clit and rubbed. The effect was instantaneous. My orgasm exploded inside of my body, radiating from my core in a heady rush.

My name fell from Scott’s lips a second later, and I felt his erection jerking inside of me as he reached his own release. I could see his stomach muscles clenching and releasing and his neck straining.

When it was over, I collapsed onto his chest, feeling weak. Scott’s arms came around me and I tucked my face into his neck as I tried to catch my breath. Sex had always been mind-blowing with him, but this reached a deeper level. I appreciated what we had together more now and couldn’t believe that I’d almost lost him forever. Even just spending a year apart felt like way too much wasted time. I’d always regret that, but as I relaxed into his embrace, I promised myself that I wouldn’t let anything come between us ever again.

After a moment, Scott rolled us to the side and pulled out of me. I laid on the bed while he got rid of the condom and joined me under the blankets. I could feel my heart opening up to him again, and I was ready to take a chance on happiness. How could I not? I’d been crazy about this man since before we were even a couple.

He laid on his back, and I draped myself over him, my leg between both of his and my hand on his chest. I traced a pattern over his skin with the tip of my finger while he ran his hand up and down my back.

“You know, I didn’t even want to come here for the whole week,” I said, not sure why I was even telling him this.

He chuckled. “Oh, I know. Ben had to force your hand, didn’t he?”

“He was a big pain in the ass,” I grumbled, but we both knew I didn’t mean it. “But I’m glad I came.”

“I’m glad you came too,” he replied with a suggestive tone of voice. “Wanna go again.”

I slapped his chest playfully. “You know what I meant.”

“Yeah. I do.”

“Thanks for not giving up on me.” My eyes were growing heavy, and I let out a big yawn.

“Always, sweetheart.”

I smiled as I started to drift off to sleep, happy and satisfied in a way that I hadn’t been in a very long time.

CHAPTER14

Scott

The wedding the next day was beautiful, taking place on a cliff overlooking the ocean. There was a blue sky above and colorful flowers decorating the area. The whole thing could have been on a website promoting the island as a premier wedding destination.

I was standing between Ben and our friend Briggs, wearing a tuxedo and waiting for the ceremony to be over. It wasn’t so bad just standing there, but I would have rather been with Poppy. The romantic atmosphere made me want to have her close, instead of sitting in the second row.

Of course, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her, not that I tried very hard. She looked amazing today with her scooped neck green dress that clung to her body and a split in the side that showed off her slender leg.

I wanted to ravish her, despite having already done it last nightandthis morning. Now that I had her back, I couldn’t get enough. It blew my mind to think that she spent most of the day yesterday thinking that I didn’t want her. Nothing could have been further from the truth.

I had been lucky to be with her before, and now that I had her back, I was going to do things differently. I couldn’t help thinking that part of the reason that she was able to believe I would cheat on her was because I never told her I loved her.

It seemed so stupid now, but I’d always held back my feelings. When she said it to me, I kissed her or told her that I was happy to be with her, but I never said it back. I regretted that so much after we split up.

I felt the emotion, but we were doing the long-distance thing while she was going to school. Everything else came second to her education, and I didn’t mind that. I wanted her to focus on what was important to her. But I didn’t want to say the words until our future was more secure, until we were ready to move forward together.

My perspective was different now. I had learned not to waste time after losing her.

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