Page 33 of Second Chance

“So good,” she mutters, her hips no longer needing my direction. She’s rocking on her knees, humping the pillow and I risk the nerve to look down at her thrusting hips. Her motions set me too close to the edge. I need to be the one.

I pull the pillow from between her thighs and slide my bent knee underneath her instead. She lets out a cry of protest but doesn’t stop her movements. My arm curls forward, wrapping around her waist. Her hand remains buried within the sheet while the other toys with the edge up top, attempting to hold it over her breasts. She’s failing. One is almost begging to be released. Only her nipple remains covered.

“Keep stroking,” I mutter, tugging her upward from the waist. I shift her until she straddles my thick thigh. Her back hits my chest, and my legs burn with the strain of kneeling as do my knees on her hard floor, but I’ll suffer the pain. I feel her fingers pinned between my thigh and her heat. I roll my hips forward. She pushes back to meet me.

A dance. This is what we do. This is what we were once good at. This is us.

My forehead lowers to her shoulder. I don’t trust my lips to meet her skin like I wouldn’t allow them to do the other night. If I touched her, if I kissed her, I’d take what I’ve always longed for from her. A poorly lit parking lot wasn’t the place. Neither is her living room floor.

But this…

She grinds into her fingers over my thigh.

“Denton, please, I…” she pants.

“Goddammit, come, Mati.”

Her fingers release, and she slams onto my thigh. She falls forward, her hands catching her on the floor. A breast finally falls free from the sheet as she arches her back to ride my leg. Her ass curves down and her back curls upward like a cat. My lion cat. Wild. Fierce. Needy.

She chokes on a quiet scream.

“There you go, Spice,” I mutter over her, my hand flattening to skim up her naked spine. My fingers fist into the messy bun at the nape of her head. I want to tug her up to me, claim her mouth and finish what I started by entering her in this position, but I know I’ve already risked too much. Mati scrambling off me is another clue.

One hand clutches the sheet at her chest, a breast still exposed to me. I look away from the heavy globe, the ripe nipple pointing out at me, large, pink, and begging to be suckled.

“Why did you do that?” she mutters, sharpness returning to her tone. I keep my head turned, so I don’t act on leaning forward, pushing her to her back, and swallowing that breast into my salivating mouth. My dick strains in my jeans, jutting upward as best it can. I shift to adjust myself.

“Oh, God,” Mati mumbles, and I sneak a peek at her to see she’s staring at my crouch. My dick jumps with excitement. The struggle is real, but the fear in her eyes tells me I can’t act.

“Mati.” My fists rest on my screaming thighs. “We didn’t do anything wrong.”

She scrambles back a little more, her feet tangling in the sheet.

“I think you should leave.”

“Mati,” I snap. She’s got to be kidding.

“Denton, please.” Her eyes lower and then she turns her head. She closes off from me with the shutting of her eyes. “Go.”