Page 46 of A Second Chance

Her cheeks blushed a darker shade of pink.

Jason dropped her skirt and reached up, threaded his hands into the hair at the back of the neck and pulled her to him, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She let out a tiny sigh of pleasure that was so feminine, it hit him in all the right places. And he no longer cared they were in the back of his friends’ SUV in the parking lot of the Emergency Room.

His hand moved down her body and back under the skirt right to the line of the lacy undergarment. Her breath caught.

“We’re in a parking lot,” she whispered.

“Let me make you forget about that.” He traced the line of those – heaven help him – minuscule panties. He let his finger move under the fabric ever so slightly; she gasped out a little breath and a diabolical plan came to him. Yeah, he was crazy, but there was only one thing on his mind. “Let’s get these out of the way,” he managed.

“Here?” she whispered.

“Oh, yeah.” He worked on getting the little string to slide down one side.

She giggled and removed them, which required that she move around a bit. He slipped down onto his back and watched.

Gwen crawled on top of him and leaned down, their mouths meeting again in a slow, deep, breathtaking kiss. She sat and reached for his belt. But he had other ideas.

“Not yet,” he said. She looked up, puzzled. He responded by lifting her hips so she was still straddling him, but her weight was off of him. He slid down until he disappeared under the blackness of her skirt.

The light reappeared, she’d lifted the hem. “What are you—”

He answered by tasting her.

“Oh, god, Jason,” she breathed out low and throaty.

That’s right, baby. Keep on saying that.And he didn’t stop until she’d gone well over the edge, stopped breathing, crying out, and slumped against the back of the rear seat she was gripping.

“Holy crap,” she said, breath ragged. She climbed off him and sat for a minute catching her breath and he marveled with great satisfaction as he’d done that to her. “You’re turn” she said, reaching for his belt. She was in his pants quicker than he’d thought, and he almost lost his mind at the sensations caused by her hand.

The thing that crossed his mind was that in a public parking lot and he didn’t want her getting caught going down on him. If someone found him doing that to her, he didn’t care. “Hang on. I want you on me,” he said, stopping her. He reached for his wallet and removed the condom. “I was, uh, optimistic about tonight.”

“That’s not optimistic.” She grinned and grabbed her handbag and pulled out a box of twelve condoms. “This is optimistic.”

“God, I love you,” he said.

“Oh, you’re talking with the wrong head right now.”

Jason smiled and opened the condom. The words came from his heart, not either head, but he would not argue with a woman with no panties on under her skirt, helping him roll on a condom. “Look at me,” he whispered, pulling her back on top of him.

Gwen looked at him, curious.

“I want to see your pretty eyes,” he said, gripping her hips and guiding her body as he slid inside. Eyes locked, he let her see into his soul, that he wasn’t just playing around with her. She meant something to him, maybe everything. He couldn’t articulate it, but what they were doing felt far more serious than just getting off. His heart was in so much trouble.

She broke eye contact first, her head falling back, she moved on him, breathing out these sweet little sounds. He remained still, letting her set the pace. Making love to her became an out-of-body experience as he watched her writhe on him. He did that to her. He shoved up her skirt to see where they connected. Holy shit.

After he returned to his senses, Gwen had climbed off of him and moved to her bag. “I saw a roll of paper towels in here earlier,” she said, startling him. She reached over the seat and returned with a roll, handing it to him. In her bag, she pulled out a package of wet wipes.

He grinned. “Were you a girl scout?”

“Actually, a midwife’s daughter,” she said. “Preparation is everything. And you’ll still never know exactly what you’ll need.”

They cleaned up and as he was fastening his jeans, he noticed his phone had gone off, a text from Dan moments before.We’re getting ready to leave.

“They’re coming,” he said.

Gwen moved to the door of the cargo hold and pushed it open. “Sit,” she said.

With everything in place, he moved to the end and sat. “Now, where’s my ‘good boy’?”

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