Page 115 of Second Chance Saloon

His chest pressed against her thigh as he took her lip between his fingers. “Never. What kind of man would I be if I did that?” He pushed himself up, kissing her and swallowing another groan that slipped off her tongue.

Jackie wiggled, rumpling the thin bedsheets underneath her, and his breathing grew hurried. “Mitch, I know I said control’s yours but I’m going to explode from all this teasing.”

His fingers ran over her calf, drawing circles underneath her knee. She’d always been very sensitive; not ticklish, but slow, deliberate touches drove her crazy. He hadn’t forgotten how he made her climax from touch and nipple stimulation alone, on multiple occasions.

He swallowed down the memory. “You know how much I enjoyed the taste of you,” he hummed under his breath, spreading her thighs. “I want to see if it’s changed.”

Jackie let out a strangled sigh.

Mitch smirked, sliding down the bed and kneeling in front of it. Pushing both of his hands underneath her ass, he grabbed hold of her and positioned his mouth at her entrance. “Hold on tight, love.”

His tongue stroked her center, soaking her as it swirled around her core. Every circle, every swipe, increased the sounds she made, turning the moans into gasps.

Her hands tangled in his hair, her hips bucked up and down as the pressure built inside her. “Mitch, I’m close,” she groaned, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling his face away from between her legs.

He sat back, wiping his lips with his hand. His breathing was ragged, his cock so erect that he thought he wouldn’t last long.

Jackie pushed herself to a sitting position. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair a mess. Her lips pulsed with the need to be kissed, and her eyes were on fire.

Mitch lay back on the bed, his heart a thundering mess in his chest. He knew there were things they had to talk about. Important things. But somehow, all his logic was eclipsed. None of it mattered; it should, and he was certain it would. Soon.

He sucked in a breath through gritted teeth as Jackie climbed over him.

Tips of her flyaway hair tickled the inside of his thigh. “Is this good?” she asked, moving her lips up his cock, until she reached the tip and took it in her mouth, deep.

His head slumped against the pillow as he let out a guttural moan. “Fucking hell, Jackie. Going right in, are you?”

Her lips slid off his dick and she chuckled against his skin. “We’re way past slow, cowboy.”

She shifted her position so that her pussy was right above his lips, and she lowered herself onto his face. Without waiting for him to say or do anything, she took his cock into her mouth again, up and down, up and down …

His eyelids pinched shut. He brought his index finger to her clit, teasing her flesh just as his tongue did. She was so wet, so ready. Taking him so fucking well.

Mitch felt the exact moment before she tipped over the edge; it didn’t last long.

The scream she let out was electrifying. It unlocked something in him, like the missing piece of his soul slotted back into place.

She didn’t move off him, his cock still in her mouth; as the orgasm washed over her, she refocused her attention on him like she was on a mission.

His back arched, restricted by her body draped over him, and he stiffened moments later. Panting, his head dropped on the pillow.

Moments later, Jackie climbed off him, just as breathless. She kissed him, long and hard, then lay right next to him, nestling into his side.

Mitch pulled her closer; he couldn’t get enough of her.

They stayed there, frozen in a motionless, wordless, moment like they were trying to commit each other to memory all over again.

Mitch knew the night would come to an end soon, and then they’d have to talk, as they’d agreed. He reined in his imagination that was conjuring every reason he’d ever thought of for her leaving, deciding now was the perfect time to remind him of all the pain. They still had time to enjoy each other.

He pushed a strand of Jackie’s hair off her forehead, murmuring against her skin: “You taste even sweeter than I remembered.”

Air whistled through her throat as she sucked in a breath. “You’re going to ruin me, cowboy.”

“I think maybe that was my destiny. Ruining you, over and over again.” His thumb stroked her flushed cheek. Her semi-dried hair was a mess and she never looked more beautiful than right in this moment, drunk on ecstasy.

Jackie rolled away from him, pulled the thin sheet over them and stared at the ceiling, a satisfied grin spread over her swollen lips. “I’d be okay with that scenario, I think.”

Mitch turned to her, lying on his side, eyes not leaving her. “That’s a good start to the rest of this conversation.”