Page 86 of Second Chance Saloon

“That’s lucky, because I love you,” she whispered against his cheek, finding his lips, his tongue and kissing him into a sweet oblivion.

It was always “I love you” and never “I love you, too” between them. Jackie once told him that, in her eyes, “too” meant it wasn’t someone’s choice and was simply supporting a feeling already existing. She felt very passionate about it, apparently something her own parents passed on to her.

None of it mattered right now.

Her breasts pressed against his chest, her hands traveling all over his back.

His mind was too loud, too bright, too much—completely consumed by her.

His hands pushed into her bottom, supporting her weight. He widened his stance, breaking the kissing thread. “Are you feeling okay? Here, in water?”

Her legs slid down the back of his thighs as she stood on a rock beneath them. She pressed a finger to his bottom lip, a wistful expression framing her face. “I’m more than okay. I beat my biggest fear, and you’re the one who helped me.”

His hands found her breasts, eliciting a barely audible gasp from Jackie as he cupped them both. “You didn’t need me for it. But I’m very glad I’m here.”

She swallowed, her pulse skittering down her neck. “Who knew all it took was skinny-dipping.”

Their hip bones connected as he stepped between her legs. “We should’ve done it a long time ago.”

Her breath warmed his cheek. “Maybe it wouldn’t have worked so well before. Maybe it wouldn’t have been a big enough incentive.”

His fingers found her nipple, pinching it the way she liked. “Should I be insulted?” His other hand slid between her legs. He smirked as he felt her knees buckle underneath her.

“Are you?” she whispered against his skin.

His hard cock drove into the inside of her thigh. “Does it feel like I’m insulted?”

Arching her throat to allow him better access, Jackie heaved a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan.

It was like a switch tripped in his brain, muting the world. There was only them—this moment and pleasuring her was all that counted right then.

With her uneven breathing stoking his desire, Mitch repositioned himself, his fingers finding her clit right away like the map to her body was programmed into his essence.

A small sound escaped her throat. Her fingernails dug into his ass.

They stumbled, balancing on the rock as their lips devoured each other.

Jackie bucked against him, trembling beneath his caress. “I need you inside me, now.”

His smirk left a wet imprint over her left breast. “So bossy.”

“You like it, and you know it.”

He groaned, his teeth grazing the surface of her nipple. Of course he liked it. Though he highly doubted there was anything about Jackie he could ever dislike.

Supporting her weight with his firm hands, Mitch let her guide him to her center. He entered her and they both stilled, their foreheads touching, their breaths mixing.

“How do you want me, love? Slow and tender …” He moved within her and her teeth clamped her bottom lip. “Or rough and fast?” He thrust again, quickening his pace this time.

The sound Jackie made scared off a couple of small birds sitting on a branch of a nearby sycamore tree.

Mitch bit back a smile, stilling his movements. “I think I got my answer, but I still want you to say it.”

She recovered her breath, glaring at him. “One day … One day I’ll get back at you for all this teasing.”

He chuckled, lowering his mouth to her soft, delicious neck. “You’re the one who taught me all this.” He dragged his tongue up the column of her throat. “Answer the question, Jackie.”

She threw her head back. “You’re stealing all my tricks.”