Rescuing the Bad Boy (Second Chance #2)(3)

“Couch.”

Music to his ears.

“That a yes?” He felt his lips curve upward. Another smile. Unbelievable.

“Yes.”

Angels began to sing.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he said, carrying her into the library and wasting no time getting her flat on her back.





Sofie’s bare back hit velvet, her eyes adjusting to a room lit only by the moon and the scant bit of light eking in from the hallway. The tall shelves lined with books, the antique desk, and heavy red curtains made her feel as if she were in a game of Clue.

Donny Pate. In the library. With the condom…

At the end of the long drive, the enormous stone mansion rose from the center of an army of pines, maples, and oak trees. No chance anyone could see in. They were alone.

Finally.

Donny, in spite of being the last person she imagined might offer to sleep with her, was about to give her a “first time.” Thundering heartbeat and parched throat aside, she was ready.

Not a hard sell when the man about to take her virginity was as beautiful as the man between her legs now.

Long, ink-black hair hung over his forehead and brushed his cheeks, shadowing pale, silver-blue eyes. Crystalline, ghostly, they reminded her of winter skies in the Cove. Against his olive skin and dark hair, those eyes had frozen her in place more than once.

But she admired more about him than the physical. There was something about the way he could look at once sad and angry, lost and lonely. Like he didn’t have a friend in the world while also not having a care in the world.

She could see his scowl acted as a KEEP AWAY sign. As she was a person who liked people, it hurt her to see him push everyone away.

Well… almost everyone.

She’d watched one by one as different girls hung on him in the bar at work, or followed him to the parking lot after the restaurant closed. Girls who strode through the barbed wire he’d strung around himself, eyes wide open.

Sofie wasn’t like those girls, doubted a single one of them had scratched the surface of Donny Pate. Probably because they didn’t care about him. Not really. Sofie cared. She wanted to know what was under his fa?ade—and not out of some morbid curiosity but because she wanted to know him.

At least draw another smile out of him.

She’d never forget the first time he’d smiled at her: the slight crook of his lips, the sly way his eyes flickered away from hers. Even at half-wattage, the smile transformed his entire face. Shot light into his eyes, lifted his angled cheeks, and arched his steely jaw. Nothing had turned her on more.

Until now.

She stroked his unsmiling lips with the tip of her tongue, earning a thrill when he opened to her. A hint of whiskey lingered on his breath, and she savored the powerful slide of his tongue, the abrading roughness of his chin against hers.

One hand navigated beneath her dress. His fingers hooked her panties, and wrestled them from her legs, before returning to her bared breast to give her nipple a squeeze.

On a purely physical reaction, her thighs clenched.

She gasped.

He grinned, a flash of white teeth against tanned skin.

God. He was beautiful.

“Ready, baby?”

Baby. She could get used to that.

“Ready,” she breathed, unable to strengthen her voice. He’d already put on the condom. Her hands shook slightly as she reached for his shoulders.

His hand disappeared beneath the skirt of her dress and she felt long fingers stroke her center. Her hips raised to meet his rhythm, a completely involuntary reaction to his touch. She was embarrassingly wet—no way he could have missed that. Scrunching her eyes closed, she prayed he didn’t mind.

His harsh whisper was almost reverent when he dropped his forehead to hers and breathed, “Fuck. You’re sexy.”

Definitely, she decided, he did not mind.

Wrists on his shoulders, she wound her fingers into the ends of his hair and looked up at him. Pale eyes locked on to hers. The tip of his penis slipped along her folds and she tensed. A split second later, he breeched her entrance as she bit the inside of her cheek and reminded herself to breathe.

He thrust once.

Breathe.

Twice.

Breathe.

Then, he slid in all the way.

She welded her back teeth together and focused on keeping her facial expressions neutral, not wanting to ruin the moment. Who knew losing her virginity would be so painful?

That’s what you get for keeping it sealed up for twenty-one years…

Twenty-one long years of waiting for the right person. Donny was the right person.

Each and every inch of his lean, tall frame was in proportion. Sinew and muscle dipped and shadowed, giving his body a hard, corded hue. She had every inch of his amazing body against her, and quite a few inches nestled inside her. In the sparse light, she could make out his closed eyes, lashes shadowing his cheeks. A grunt, followed by a muffled curse, ruffled her hair.

“Okay,” he said, his voice rough.

Donny remained still, his member throbbing insistently against her inner walls. She moved her palms from his neck to his shoulders, ran them down his hard male chest, appreciating the dips and planes of his incredible body.

Seriously. Beautiful.

Canting her hips, she bumped against his pelvis with hers, and whispered, “I’m okay.” She felt another sharp pinch and gripped his neck. She could do this.