Page 108 of A Second Chance

God, he tastes like apple cider. Wanting to taste more of him, I pull back and lick his lips.

He groans and tightens his grip and tugs my hair back, making me yelp.

“Fuck. I shouldn’t be doing this,” he moans against my mouth.

I want to scream at him,“Please don’t stop!”

“But I can’t stop.” He kisses me with more force, letting lust take over. “Tell me to stop,” he pleads.

“No.” My breath rasps in my throat.

That word makes him growl.

He pulls back and peers up at me. “I want you. Do you want me?”

I nod, speechless when I feel something hard against my core. My eyes widen when I realize it’s his dick.

“Yeah, I need you now.” He lets out a low guttural sound in his throat.

“I want you.”

That gives him the green light and he lifts me, and my legs wrap around him as he stands on his feet. He moves his hands to my ass and gives it a squeeze, making my panties wetter.

As he walks us down the hall to my bedroom, he pushes me closer, making me groan, and I kiss him harder, like I’m hungry for him.

When we walk into my room, he closes the door and locks it behind him. He quickly pulls away from my lips and I groan in frustration.

He smirks. “Do you keep the door open for Shaun?”

“It’s okay. I have a baby monitor,” I assure him.

He nods and walks me to the bed and lays me on top of my comforter. He leans over me, careful not to squish me, and lightly kisses the side of my mouth and cheek, and trails his lips down to my neck. His warm breath tickles my skin, and my hands make their way up his shirt.

He growls against my neck and buries his face in my hair. “Tell me to stop,” he pleads like it’s painful for him to say the words.

“I don’t want you to stop.”

FORTY-NINE

MAVERICK

Ishould stop, but I can’t.

This isn’t right, but it feelssoright.

I growl against her neck and bury my face in her hair, inhaling her sweet fruity scent.

“Tell me to stop,” I beg, trying not to suffocate from my emotions.

“I don’t want you to stop.”

Fuck.That is my undoing.

I sit up on my knees, grab the back collar of my shirt, pulling it off, and toss it to the floor. Scar sucks in a breath, chest rising as she takes me in. She reaches out and runs her delicate fingers on my abs up to my chest. I’m breathing hard, loving how her hands feel on my skin, setting it on fire.

Leaning down, I kiss her swollen pink lips and suck on the lower one. She glides her hands up my back, waking up the goosebumps on my skin. She runs her hands into my hair and gently tugs on the ends. With my elbows on each side of her face, I pull back to look at her.

As I gaze into her stunning hazel eyes, I feel a powerful enchantment taking hold; my feelings for her are changing. Scar has become an integral part of my life, and her presence feels like a drug coursing through my veins. Whenever she is around, I find myself struggling to take a breath as she seems to consume all the air in the room. Her enchanting aura has me completely under her spell, and I once thought leaving for Los Angeles would make it easier for me to break free, but I was wrong.

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