Page 44 of Captivating Mr. Second Chance

“What?”

“Ethan!” When she shoved at him, he caught her hand, bringing it to his lips.

“Laney.” He kissed her pulse. It fluttered like a bird’s wings. “What did you get?”

Her eyes darted away toward the closet as color rose from her neck, and he started to get suspicious.

“Have you used one before?”

She met his eyes. “A toy? Of course. I think most women do.”

“When was the last time?”

She tugged her hand out of his grasp. “I’m not telling you that.”

“Why not?” he asked, leaning up on his elbow.

“It’s personal.”

He eyed her critically. They couldn’t get more personal than they had been in the past, and he wanted to get back there. With a little more finesse this time around.

When her sizzling blue gaze landed on his mouth, he rolled on top of her, lifting both of her arms above her head to hold her wrists in one of his hands, and she gasped out his name. His favorite sound was his name on her tongue, and he kissed her, consuming that sound for his own greedy self, as he let his other hand drift down her side until she arched into him, whimpering. “You’re torturing me here,” he said. “I think it’s only fair I get to torture you, too.”

Then he kissed her again, sucking and nibbling at her lips, pulling at her tongue, claiming her mouth until she raised her hips up off the mattress, pressing against him. He lifted his head away two inches, basking in her needy little mewls. “Stay like this. Don’t move.”

She nodded, breathing rapidly through parted lips, her nipples hard through the material of her shirt.

“That’s my girl,” he rasped, dragging the tip of his nose down hers before focusing his attention on her neck. He teased his fingers under her shirt, over her ribs, brushing the undersides of her breasts, and she jerked her arms up at the contact, looping them around his neck, but he immediately stopped.

“I said don’t move, Delaney.”

He unlatched her hands from around his neck and pushed them back into the mattress, holding them there for a few seconds. Her eyes roamed all over his face, and she let out a breath. It smelled like mint, and he kissed her again. She tasted like memories.

“You’re killing me,” she said into the crook of his shoulder when he licked at her throat.

“I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry.”

He slipped his hands under the waistband of her pants, teasing his knuckles against her skin, his fingertips barely edging into her underwear, and she panted underneath him. He continued to kiss her, but only when she was frantic and writhing did he shift off her with one last peck to her jaw.

She picked her head up off the bed. She was beautifully out of breath. “Wha-what are you doing?”

He stayed silent, searching. He opened random drawers, peeked under the bed frame, checked inside bags at the bottom of her closet.

“What are you looking for?”

Ethan stopped, glancing over his shoulder to find her sitting up now. “I told you to stay put.”

She crossed her arms. “I’m not a puppy.”

“No,” he said with a shake of his head, taking the three steps back to the foot of the bed. With a knee between her legs, he guided her back down until he could grind his hard cock against the cleft between her thighs. She moaned, and he gripped her hip, giving her a good squeeze. She was thick and soft, and he wanted to bite her there, but right now he settled for nipping at her neck. “Where do you keep them?”

“What?” she gasped.

“Your toys.”

She laughed into a kiss then tilted her chin toward her closet. “Top shelf. With the towels.”

He got up immediately and followed her directions, locating the small, zippered bag, and he opened it carefully like it was buried treasure. He found two, a dark multifunctional thing that was a bit intimidating, but she also had a small pastel-green wand. With a simple press of a button, it buzzed to life, and he lifted a brow at Laney, still laid out on the bed.

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