Page 39 of Built of Second Chances

He smiled and kissed her again. “How you feeling?”

Her smile could have powered up all the solar panels on the property, and there were a lot of them.

“I’m feeling better than anyone has a right to feel. Better than I’ve ever felt before. But I’m also feeling like we haven’t quite got to the good part yet.”

“You want to keep going?”

She laughed. “More than anything else in the world right now. You have any condoms, Cowboy?”

Shit. Not here. He’d only worn his sleep pants and a t-shirt to her room.

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. “You don’t?”

“Not here. Across the hall. Twenty seconds away. Do not move. Not a muscle. Not one muscle.”

He leapt off the bed and tossed the covers over her. When he reached the door, he pointed at her. “Not one muscle.”

Flynn threw open the door and jumped into his room. He raced into the bathroom and grabbed his travel bag. He dumped the bag into the sink and snagged the condoms he had in there.

Then he flew back across the hall, closed the door, threw the lock, and held up the strip of condoms in his hand. “Success.”

Tessa laughed and sat up, letting the blanket slip to her waist. She crooked her finger.

He took two steps but then she held up her finger and he froze. Had she changed her mind? The twinkle in her eye said differently.

She pointed at his flannel pants and then swung the finger up and down, indicating he needed to take them off.

“Gladly.”

He shucked the pants without breaking eye contact with her. Her eyes strayed down his body and she smiled again.

Flynn found himself standing straighter, puffing up every muscle under her scrutiny. The woman made him feel like Superman.

When her gaze returned to his, she licked her lips and crooked her finger again.

He reached the end of the bed and crawled up her body until her mouth was within reach. Her arms came around his shoulders, but he didn’t touch her with anything other than his mouth. It was the only way to hang onto his self-control.

Tessa ran her fingers through his hair then over his back, his shoulders, his biceps. Each feathery touch tested his will.

He wanted to pound into her and claim her as his. He wanted to shout from the rooftops that this amazing woman wanted him. And he wanted to go so slowly, so it would send her over the edge time and again before they were finished.

“Now, Flynn. Now.”

Her whispered demand had him grinning as he leaned on one elbow and reached down to touch her again. He assumed it would be easier for her if she was as aroused as possible.

Her whisper became a chant as he added another finger to the mix. Then he played with her clit and when her body started to tighten, he slid on the condom and slipped inside her.

They both groaned at the same time and then smiled at each other.

Flynn kept his weight mostly off her as he slid out and then back in, each time a little deeper. He barely felt the resistance when he pushed through it, and Tessa gasped softly and closed her eyes.

He stopped moving and waited. It only took a few moments before her smile reappeared and those eyelashes lifted to reveal the smile reached deep.

“You good?” His voice was gruff.

She nodded. “It’s already fading.”

She reached up to kiss him, but he kept his body still and steady. The kiss built and then Tessa squeezed around him and he nearly lost his shit.

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