Rescuing the Bad Boy (Second Chance #2)(51)

He was being selfish, but she hadn’t seen it that way. She gave the gift freely. For a man who hadn’t received many gifts, it was a gift he’d taken with hardly a second thought.

Until after.

“S’mores,” she panted now.

The word snapped him back to the present like a rubber band stinging flesh. The last thing in the world he’d expected Sofie to say was…

“S’mores?” he asked.

She kissed the underside of his chin and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Can you work with that?” She flexed her hips and drew him deeper, and he felt a tingle buzz from tip to shaft again.

His mouth dropped open. She kissed his chin again. Right. The distraction he asked her for.

“We’ll see. Keep talking, sweetheart.”

She licked her lips and nodded. He kept pumping, slowly, watching her face contort while she tried to keep up a conversation.

“I figure… Since we will be camping out… We are going to need a fire pit…”

He tried to concentrate on her words; the picture she was painting rather than the feeling of how tight and wet and warm…

Focus, dammit.

He tried to focus on the cool metal of the washer’s lid under his palm instead of the expression of lust on her face.

“That, I like that,” she said on a sensual sigh. “Where was I?”

“S’mores,” he somehow got out through a jaw of welded steel.

“Dark or milk chocolate?” Her words came out in uneven bursts, punctuated by little, panting breaths.

Now he was thinking about covering her in chocolate. Melted chocolate. Licking it off her body, suckling it off her nipples.

“I like my marshmallows golden brown… Oh God… Roast them nice and slow… uhhh, oh yes, yes… so that they melt on my tongue.”

Yeah, this wasn’t working. He stopped moving and her eyes snapped open, meeting his.

“Scampi, baby, how about you shut up and come instead?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “Okay.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, her half-off/half-on pants brushing the back of his calf, her naked inner thigh damp against his. He reached under her ass, angled her body, and drove into her deeper. A sharp, loud cry came from Sofie’s mouth. Her nails dug into his shoulders once again.

There. She was about to blow and he was grateful, because it wouldn’t be long before he followed. He just had to get her over, and he knew how to do that. Maneuvering his thumb between their bodies, he pressed gently against her clit, swirling the tiny nub until her breaths grew closer and closer together.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, watching her eyes sink closed.

He dropped his head and pulled her nipple deep into his mouth, running his tongue over and around it, increasing the suction until she pulled his hair and swore into his ear. With that four-letter word reverberating through the room, she came. Her inner walls clamped down over and over again, drawing his own orgasm before he could say the word s’mores.

Letting loose her nipple, he dropped his forehead against her collarbone, his entire body shaking, his lungs squeezing, still coming, for God’s sake. It was the longest, most draining, orgasm he could remember. The best f*cking thing to happen to him in a long time.

He didn’t know how long he stayed that way, bent over her, blissed-out. When her hands gently stroked the back of his hair, his shoulders, down his back and across his ribs, he came to like a man who’d lost consciousness.

“Baby,” she whispered.

He didn’t argue the sentiment. Simply enjoyed being held.





Her entire body was buzzing. And what was that last move with this thumb? He filled her, his length and thickness a heady mix. She’d either forgotten how big he was, or had blocked it out after the underwhelming lovers who followed.

Sofie hadn’t slept with a lot of men since Donny, but dates had turned into temporary boyfriends. Frankly, she saw no reason to stay celibate after she lost the one thing you stay celibate for. Once the “big V” was gone, what was left to hold on to?

So yes, there had been a few men. She was far from slutty, but she was also a modern woman, with modern needs. Only now that she’d had Donovan again, she realized those needs hadn’t been met until, possibly, right now. In retrospect, he really overshot her expectations for a first time.

Christopher. Christopher would’ve been a better choice for a maiden voyage. He didn’t have much length or girth, and he wasn’t overly strong or confident. His body didn’t bow powerfully, making each thrust a physical blow in the sweetest, most delicious way imaginable…

Unlike the man still inside her, breathing against her skin while he recovered. Donovan had an amazingly beautiful body, gorgeous eyes, and enough knowledge and experience to do whatever that last extra credit bit was, the move that had made her orgasm so hard she still saw stars.

She couldn’t stop her next thought from coming, like she hadn’t been able to stop herself from coming, she thought wryly. That thought trickled from her lips now.

“What did we do?”

“Dunno.” His voice was muffled against her chest, the side of his face resting on her breast. “But if you give me fifteen minutes, we’ll do it again.”

Again. That’d be… gosh. Awesome. Her heart slammed against her rib cage. It wasn’t something she should want. They should be cutting their losses. Getting dressed. Discussing what happened.