Page 60 of Captivating Mr. Second Chance

“You are all I ever wanted.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “You are everything to me, Lane.” She smiled into another kiss, but he backed away from her. “Don’t move. Let me be a gentleman this time.”

She stayed seated while he rounded to her side of the car and opened the door for her. He linked their fingers together to walk her to the front door, but she paused, shaking her head slightly.

“What?”

“Dean went out with afriend.” She motioned to the dark house. “And he’s not home yet.”

“Does this friend happen to be of the female variety?”

“Yes.”

It was after eleven, and he shrugged. “Probably not coming home tonight.”

“Too bad I’ll have to be home alone in this big house by myself tonight,” she said, pouting.

He dropped his attention to her lips. “That is too bad. I wonder what we can do about that.”

“Got any ideas?” She turned into him, skimming her fingers down his torso, and every single muscle in the vicinity clenched.

He smoothed his hands over her hips. “I’ve got a few.”

Then she smiled that bright white smile and pulled her keys from her purse to open the door. Ethan was immediately on her, hands and lips everywhere.

She threw her head back, laughing, as they bumped into the wall, the sofa, and the coffee table. He took his mouth off her throat long enough for them to go upstairs, but in their haste, she tripped. He caught her with an arm around her waist to keep her from falling down then patted her ass a few times, rushing her up the last few steps.

In her bedroom, Laney flicked the lights on, her eyes blazing with excitement, and he had to once again pause. Or else he’d be coming in his pants like the kid he was trying to prove he wasn’t. Attempting to gain control of himself and the situation, he reached for her, curling his palm around her neck, but she stopped with her hands up. “Don’t make me regret this.”

He shook his head. “Never.”

Then when he dipped his head to kiss her, she ducked away and pushed him onto the bed. He chuckled and gave in, offering up control for a little while. Crossing his arms beneath his head, he noticed her attention drop to where his T-shirt lifted, revealing a thin band of skin, and her eyes darkened. A litany of bumbling, awkward memories filled his mind. After all this time, he was finally getting a redo. Another chance to be honest. Another chance to be together.

She took off her shoes and jacket, then surveyed him as if she wasn’t sure where to start. He offered her a suggestion. “Take my belt off.”

She didn’t hesitate to strut toward the bed, her long, straight hair like strands of wheat, her plump lips wet and the bottom corner tucked into her top teeth, failing to hold back a smile. She followed his instruction and unbuckled his belt, sliding it from the loops before tossing it to the floor. His shoes and socks were next, then she climbed on the bed, straddling him to peel off his zip-up and T-shirt. With a hand against his chest, she forced him to lie back down, and he clamped his hand over hers.

“I can feel your heart beating,” she said, and he wasn’t surprised. It was attempting to burst out of his chest. He was about to have sex with the girl he’d been dreaming of for the last ten years; of course he was full of nervous energy. He wanted to make it good for her, show her how badly he wanted her. How much he craved her.

But she seemed intent on making him wait, and the longer he had to wait, the shorter his fuse got.

She shimmied down his body, leaving openmouthed kisses on his chest and down his stomach. He grabbed for her as his breath hissed out of him. She slanted an eyebrow at him, obviously knowingexactlywhat she was doing to him, and continued down the line of dark hair to his jeans. If this was payback for the other night with her battery-powered friend, he’d take it. Although he wasn’t sure how long he’d last.

After tugging the zipper of his jeans down, Laney reached inside his pants, pressing the heel of her hand down his hard length, and he reflexively canted his hips off the bed. She wrapped her fingers around him, and he had to close his eyes to the sight of her long, pale fingers against his darkened skin. Then she lowered to close her mouth around him, causing his eyes to fly open as he wrapped her hair around his hand. She put those magnificent lips to work, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked on him, her tongue swirling at the tip, and the sound that left his body wasunholy.

She released him with a pop, laughing at his expense, and he narrowed his eyes at her, tugging on her until she was in his lap. When she tried to kiss him, he shook his head and flipped so she was on her back. Then he stripped his jeans and boxers off, drawing her attention down to his cock, shining from her treatment of it.

“My turn,” he said, wasting no time in unbuttoning her shirt. It looked good on her, but even better off, and then he went after her jeans, peeling them down her long legs until she was left in only her bra and underwear. He glided his hands up and down her thighs, from knee to hip and back, and she let out what sounded like a sigh of contentment. He smiled. “Don’t get too comfortable. We’ve got a long way to go.”

He fused his lips to her chest, biting into the flesh that was barely contained by her bra. Unclasping it, he pulled it off and cupped his hand around her breast, licking her nipple, and she locked her legs around his waist. He moved to her other breast, kissing and sucking it until her breath was ragged and her back arched into him. Only then did he lift his head for a moment, taking in his handiwork, the light teeth marks and the red scratches from his stubble. She was still muscular, evidence of her past as an athlete, but she had softened around her hips and belly, become supple and plush in the best places.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said then tapped her hip in a sign to help him take her panties off, and she stared up at him with those eyes that told him she needed to be more than that to him. And, of course, she was. She only had to believe. He bent over her, kissing the spot beneath her ear. “You’re also honest and generous, and I am privileged to be here with you.”

She breathed his name against his ear, and he broke the light hold she had around his neck, saying, “Let me show you.”

He set his glasses on her nightstand and sank down to the floor at the foot of the bed, towing her toward him by her ankles to hook her legs over his shoulders. He hovered his mouth above her pussy long enough to make her whine, and with a smile, he dropped his head, getting his first taste of her.

He hadn’t gone down on her the first time around, and he planned on making it up to her. As many times as possible. He started light, with only the tip of his tongue, occasionally teasing her with kisses to her thighs, and she trembled. “I’m ticklish.”

He hummed his appreciation against her, and this time, she not only trembled but squirmed her hips. He pinned her down with an arm across her lower stomach. He alternated licking into her and sucking, reveling in each and every moan, and the quake of her thighs. She was close, and he backed away from her, licking her flavor off his lips as he dragged his finger over her slit, pushing in one then two fingers, crooking them until he found the spot that had her almost levitating off the bed.

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