Page 45 of Captivating Mr. Second Chance

Lowering himself next to her, he kissed her roughly, and he had to pause to rein himself in. Or else he’d lose it like he was a kid. And he sure as shit was not going to waste this time with Laney.

“Keep your hands where they are,” he reminded her, and he lifted her shirt a few inches, revealing her stomach, softly rounded and perfectly smooth. He dragged the vibrator in a straight line, from the bottom of her ribs to the top of her pants. When she spasmed, he pulled it away. “We just started, and already, you’re losing the game.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You’re not making it very easy.”

He bent his head, licking below her ear. “That’s the fun of it.”

She growled and gripped the comforter in her fists, and he hummed in approval. “You’ve always been in control of everything, the center of attention. I like to see you doing what I say. It’s like harnessing the sun.”

She wrinkled her nose but stayed silent. Until he pressed the vibrator against her again, this time on her inner thigh. Then she licked her lips and groaned, yet stayed as still as possible as he teased her, dragging the wand up her sides, over her ribs, around her belly button, then finally to her breast.

Dragging her T-shirt up higher, he sucked at her peach-colored nipple as he pressed the vibrator against the other. She arched into him, biting into her bottom lip, and he switched, moving the vibrator to her other breast, alternating until she once again lifted her hips toward him.

She moaned. “Please, Ethan.”

He could see her arms practically shaking with tension, and he relented, kissing down her throat as he moved the vibrator below her waist. He rested it between her legs, over her pants. “Feel good?”

She nodded, her eyes closed, and he tugged down the elastic waistband an inch to get his hand in her underwear. She squirmed as he changed the pulse setting then pressed it gently to her clit. She sucked in a breath. “Oh god, Ethan.

“I’m here,” he said against her neck. “You make me lose my mind, you know that? What you do to me. What you’ve always done to me.”

She whimpered, and he switched the setting again to make it go faster. She opened her eyes to him, wanting and nearly delirious. “You’re the one doingthistome.”

“And you love it. Tell me you love it.”

“I love it,” she said, and he rewarded her with circles of the wand. She spread her legs wider, arched her back up, and he sucked a nipple into his mouth, earning a loud moan. So loud, Ethan briefly thought of her brother downstairs, so he silenced her with a kiss, swallowing all of her sweet groans down. It was only another few seconds of the vibrator on her until she threw her head back and her skin flushed.

“You’re so beautiful,” he told her and shut off the wand, reluctantly dragging it out from her panties. He sat up and adjusted himself beneath his jeans. He’d have to go home and take a cold shower immediately.

She was breathing hard, and he took his time righting her pants, lowering her shirt back into place. She was still so sensitive, any small brush of his finger over her, even on her stomach, caused a slight tremble, yet still, she didn’t move. Only letting him finish his ministrations of tucking her hair behind her ears, rubbing his hands along her arms, and bringing them down to her sides.

“You know it’s Redeemer’s anniversary of something in two weeks.”

“I know,” she said after a moment and sat up.

“They’re having some big thing, some kind of capital campaign.”

Laney nodded, eyeing him. “I know.”

Of course she knew. She had undoubtedly received the same alumni letters and pledge requests that he did.

“JT is being inducted into the hall of fame.”

That was new information, and Ethan rolled his eyes petulantly. “That’s so stupid. Having a high school hall of fame.”

Laney shrugged. “He was all-state. Played all four years at Penn State.”

“Anyway.” He lifted one shoulder. “I was thinking we could go and schmooze people.”

She grimaced. “Really?”

“Yeah. What better way to market this event than with our old pals?” he said with barely restrained sarcasm. “Is Seraphina going?”

“Yes.” Laney probably knew what he was getting at. That West Chester was not a cheap place to live, and most families who sent their kids to Holy Redeemer had deep pockets. “But I’m…”

“What?”

She combed her fingers through her hair toward her bun yet only succeeded in letting more tendrils loose. “I don’t really want to see those people.”

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