Page 61 of Captivating Mr. Second Chance

“So this is what I’ve been missing out on all this time,” she panted, and he chuckled against her leg before dipping his mouth back down to her center, using his tongue and fingers on her. Her sounds soared higher and higher as she grasped his forearm, her fingernails digging into his skin. He sucked harder in response, and he could feel her clenching around his fingers, but he didn’t stop, intent on wringing out every ounce of pleasure he could from her.

When she sagged against the mattress, her skin slick with a sheen of sweat, he stood up, sucking her wetness off his fingers before stepping away to grab a condom from his wallet. He’d hoped this was where they’d end up and didn’t want to chance it, but she stopped him.

“Ethan.”

He pivoted back to her, and she combed her hand through her hair, pushing it from her flushed face.

“I want you to know that after everything happened with…” She cleared her throat and sat up. “I got tested to make sure because I didn’t know…”

He sank down to the bed, wrapping an arm around her. He kissed her temple. “I’ve always used condoms and get te—”

“This isn’t about me thinking you’re careless.” She shook her head, her focus on her wall. “I trust you, and that’s why I’m telling you. I’m on birth control, and Bobby and I didn’t use condoms because I thought…” She slowly dragged her eyes to his. “I thought he loved me. I loved him, so we…” She dropped her attention to his collarbone as she straddled his lap. “I wish I could take a lot of things back.”

With her naked, wet skin on him, he stayed excruciatingly still and held on to her waist, forcing her eyes back up to his, needing to hear whatever it was she wanted to say. “What is it, Laney?”

She licked her lips, easing even closer to him, the tip of his cock perilously close to reaching heaven. “I want you. I trust you.”

He nodded, unable to speak butsame.

“I trust you more than I ever trusted him. I don’t want to compare you to him, and I’m sorry that I ever did.” She rested her hand over his heart, barely whispering the last part. “I need you to…”

He filled in the blank. She wanted to erase that Australian bastard from memory, and Ethan was more than happy to assist. “I’m going to make you feel so good you won’t be able to remember your own name, let alone his.”

She smiled, and he lifted her up a few inches then positioned himself at her entrance so she could slide down him, soft and hot and wet and tight perfect bliss. He exhaled the breath he’d been holding for the last ten years. Because Laney was finally home with him.

But then she started to move, finding the speed and rhythm she needed, and his mind reeled off the track. He dropped his chin toward his chest, squeezing his eyes shut to the sensory overload.

A few moments later, she stilled, her hands on his shoulders, and it took a second for him to come to, finding her wide grin. “What are you saying?”

He blinked. “What?”

“You’re mumbling something. Sounded like numbers.”

“Oh.” Ethan’s chest tightened, along with his throat. Like a sudden allergic reaction had ravaged his body. At this point, maybe that would have been better than the truth. “I, uh, didn’t realize I was saying it out loud.”

“Saying what out loud?”

“Prime numbers.”

Laney looped her arms around his neck, her naked breasts against his chest, her laughter echoing not only in his ears but through his ribs too. He tried to hide his face in her hair, but she forced him to look at her. That was when he blurted out, “I’m trying not to come in fifteen seconds here, but all I want to do is fuck the shit out of you.” He squeezed her waist. “You know how often I’ve thought of this? Of you? God, Lane, fuck…”

Her smile faded to something more feral, and she rolled her hips as if to challenge him. He’d just given her a goal—to make him come in fifteen seconds—but whether it required reciting prime numbers or not, he’d give her a night she wouldn’t forget.

With one palm supporting her lower back and the other on her breast, he spread his knees farther apart, giving her more room to work with and take what she needed. He dragged his teeth over her shoulder, her jaw, her ear, any part of her he could taste. With her fingers in his hair, she ground her hips against his, rolling them faster and faster as he plucked at her nipple and sucked on the skin of her neck.

“Yes, Ethan,” she murmured, and he captured her mouth then wrapped his arms around her hips and ass, lifting her up as he stood.

She yelped in surprise. “What are you—”

He pushed her up against the closest wall, not letting her get the rest of her question out, and held her left thigh up in his arm to thrust hard into her. “When you say my name like that,” he said, plunging into her again and again, “it drives me crazy.”

She dug her fingers into his biceps, letting her head fall back, and he licked her throat, salty with sweat. She groaned out his name again, and he tucked his face into the crook of her neck, grunting until he couldn’t stand any longer. Then he set her leg down and guided her back to the bed, grabbing a pillow to put under her hips as he laid her on the mattress and held her legs up against his chest.

From this angle, he could admire her face, see how her lips formed a silent O when he pushed inside her, hitting a spot that elicited tiny gasps. He dragged his hand between the valley of her breasts, down her stomach, to where he was buried inside her. He petted the little bud of her clit with his thumb. “I want you to come again.” She thrashed around, muttering incomprehensible words, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from losing it. “Come on, Laney. I want to feel you.” He stroked her, driving harder and faster into her until she finally cried out, and he bent over, pushing her thighs up toward her chest, nipping at her earlobe. “That’s my girl.”

Then he let himself go, giving in to the wave of heat rising over him, a spark of light flashing behind his eyelids as he released his orgasm into her. For a minute, they lay together, him on top of her, only breathing.

“No regrets?” he asked once he found his voice again.

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