Page 62 of Just Another Chance

“Lay down, sweetheart,” I murmur, dragging my lips down the side of her throat. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” With a sigh, she falls back onto the couch, and I waste no time dragging her to the edge, pushing her nightshirt up around her waist and dipping my head between her thighs.

Lapping up her sweet folds is a special kind of bliss for me. I use my entire mouth to drive her straight to the edge. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I pull out all the stops, swirling, licking and teasing until she’s writhing. Her hands thread through my hair and tug hard as breathy cries erupt from her pretty lips.

“Tanner! Oh, God!” Her body arches up and I use my fingers and mouth to make her tighten, shake and explode in a glorious release.

Sliding up her body, I rearrange our position on the couch and kick my sweatpants off. I’m throbbing hard for her, dying to sink inside her wet warmth, and begin rubbing against her slickness when something snags my attention, breaking me out of my lusty fog.

My head snaps up. Addie is grinding her sweet, wet core against me, completely lost to sensation, and I lift up on my elbows, straining to hear. When she moans, I whisper, “Shhh, baby. Listen.”

She freezes. “What?

“I thought I heard something.”

“Owen?” She pushes up onto her elbows.

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“I’ll go check on him,” she says softly and slides out from beneath me, pulling her nightshirt down.

I reach out and grab her hand, placing an open-mouth kiss in her palm. “Hurry.”

She glances down at my raging erection and smirks. “Hold that thought,” she murmurs in a husky, sexy-as-hell voice.

Leaning back into the cushions, I growl in the back of my throat. As Addie turns and walks toward the spiral staircase, I release a shaky breath, my eyes on her swaying hips. Her curves have multiplied since having Owen and I love every single one. I want to explore and devour each of those soft, delicious, voluptuous curves until she’s writhing beneath my mouth.

While she pads up the steps, my gaze drags from her shapely ass over to the alarm panel by the front door. The steady red dot that normally reassures me that the system is armed isn’t there. Sitting up straighter, I squint and see nothing at all. The screen is blank.That’s strange.Yanking my sweatpants back on, I walk over and realize the system must be completely down.

A moment later, Addie screams.

Panic slams into my gut and I race toward the staircase, heart in my throat.

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ADDIE

Feeling utterly wicked and delicious from the orgasm Tanner just gave me, I walk up the circling staircase, giving my hips an extra swivel just for him.Damn, that man is going to be my undoing.

Head still in the clouds, body still throbbing with pleasure, I reach the top of the loft and freeze in horror when I see Lorenzo Dragari standing at the end of the bed holding Owen.

I let out an ear-piercing shriek and make a mad lunge for my baby. But Dragari lifts his opposite hand which holds a knife and I stop up short. Absolute horror floods through my body, cold and slippery. There is no word to accurately describe the total and complete fear that fills me.

I hear Tanner running up the stairs and he races up behind me, swearing beneath his breath when he sees what’s happening.

“Stay back,” Dragari warns us.

“Please,” I beg. “Don’t hurt him. I’ll do whatever you want.”

When I take a step closer and open my arms wide to take Owen, Tanner snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me back against his body, holding me there in an iron-like grip.

“Let me go,” I cry, twisting and turning. My motherly instinct is screaming for me to rescue my son from the evil man that holds him. I need to get Owen back before that sonofabitch hurts him.

“I’d stay right where you are, Ms. Hayes,” Dragari warns me. “Otherwise, you’re going to force me to hurt this little guy. And even though I’d prefer not to do it, have no doubts that I will.”

“Oh, God,” I cry, tears falling from my lashes.This can’t be happening.

I feel like I’m on the verge of losing my damn mind. A crazed panic makes me want to try to snag Owen away from the dangerous asshole holding him, but my rational side warns me to stay put and wait until the moment is right.

So, without any other choice, I decide to bide my time and let my body sag slightly against Tanner. My gaze zeroes in on the sharp, silver blade of the knife and then down to the dragon tattoo on Dragari’s forearm. As I’m contemplating how I’m going to murder him, he gives me an oily smile.

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