Page 70 of Captivating Mr. Second Chance

Justin capped the purple egg and threw it to Ethan, who fumbled the catch. Laney was the one to grab it. Ethan clucked his tongue at her. “That’s my girl, reflexes like a cat.” She opened the egg, revealing a miniature Sutter Home Moscato, and he slung his arm around her shoulders. “Ooh, come on, there’s another egg.”

After the egg hunt ended—there weren’t any more bottles of alcohol, but there were paper clips and a few loose gummy bears Ethan told Laney not to eat because he didn’t trust that they weren’t fifteen years old—everyone settled back inside to chat for a while. Trace promptly fell asleep, coming down from his sugar high, while Rita and Tom told some stories about their travels abroad. Snuggled into Ethan’s side, Laney sipped on a coffee until she had to excuse herself to use the bathroom.

When she left the powder room, she found Ethan leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. She tilted her head in question as to why he was standing there, and he slipped his arms around her waist in answer, pushing her backward and closing the door behind him.

She laughed, her lower back bowing against the sink. “What are you doing?”

“Sneaking a feel.” His voice rose at the end so it sounded more like a question. Like he was asking permission.

She curled her arms around her neck, inviting him to take whatever feel he wanted, and he coasted his hands down her hips to squeeze her thighs before guiding her up to sit on the counter.

“Your family is right out there,” she warned when his mouth eased down her throat.

“I know. I know. I’ll be quick. I just can’t stand seeing you in this dress. Such a tease. One little breeze outside, and the bottom woulda gone right up,” he said, the hint of humor in his words even as he nipped at her collarbone, like he wanted to teach her a lesson.

He opened enough buttons to expose her right breast, and he tugged down her bra cup, sucking her nipple into her mouth. When she moaned, he covered her mouth. “You want us to get caught?”

She nipped at his finger so he stood up straight, removing his palm from over her mouth. “You started this,” she whispered. “If you don’t want them to hear us, then take me home.”

He put her bra back in place, grumbling, “Take away all my fun.”

She rolled her eyes as she buttoned her dress back up, shoving him toward the door. “The quicker we get out of here, the quicker I can make it up to you.”

He grabbed her hand and tugged her into the hall. “I like the sound of that.” Down in the living room, he waved his arm. “Laney and I are going to head out.”

All except Trace, who was still asleep, stood up to say their goodbyes. Rita packed up all their eggs into a bag, making sure they didn’t “forget” to take their finds.

“Yes, what would we ever do without that CVS receipt,” Ethan joked as he gave Justin a one-armed hug.

“Hey,” Tom said, “there are reward points on there.”

Justin nodded solemnly. “Yes, for all the shopping they’ll do there.”

Rita kissed both Ethan and Laney on the cheek and walked them to the front door, saying, “Come back soon, Laney. I got a lot of those little bottles of wine.”

“Can’t wait.”

Ethan told Laney to follow him to his place, which wasn’t too far a drive, and once they were in his apartment, it wasn’t too far of a walk to his bedroom. And it was only a minute before he had her dress off and his glasses somewhere behind him. She hadn’t even gotten a chance to look around, see what knickknacks he had on his dresser, how he arranged his clothes in his closet, or if he had any dirty laundry on the floor.

There was no time. Not with her back on the mattress and his fingers exploring her skin. When he skimmed his hand over her underwear, she arched her neck, and he kissed where her pulse beat against her flesh before dragging his teeth along the line of her chin.

Permitted to be as loud as she wanted now, she let out a moan when he teased at her opening, circling her clit with a featherlight touch until she was breathing his name over and over. Then he plunged his finger into her and kissed her like he was trying to convert her to a new religion.

She now worshipped at the church of Ethan Marrero.

“I love you,” she told him as the first crest of her orgasm peaked, and he sank lower toward the foot of the bed, urging her on with his mouth, prolonging the tidal wave of pleasure until it crashed over her. Her legs spasmed and her mouth went dry from breathing so hard, and she yanked at his hair, wanting him on top of her.

He bit her inner thigh. “You grabbing at my hair like that only makes me want to stay down here longer.”

“But I want you inside me,” she whined, and he laughed against her.

“It’s our time down here,” he said then dragged the flat of his tongue over her.

“Did you…” She panted, pushing her hips up. “Did you just quoteThe Gooniesto me with your head between my legs?” His answer was mumbled, and she slapped a hand against her forehead as he crooked his finger inside her, another peak rapidly rising. “You’re the nerdiest person I’ve ever known.”

Whatever words he replied with were lost over her keening, and he sat up, grinning. “Seems like you kind of like it.” Yet even then, he didn’t let up. She was wrung out and so slick with her desire, she couldn’t take it anymore. She shook her head, silently pleading with him, but he merely leveled himself over top of her, his fingers still working their magic. “I want to feel you come again. One more time,” he said, “because once I’m inside you, it’ll be like the beach all over again. Two-pump chump.”

“You’re ridiculous.” Her laugh was cut short by a moan.

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