Page 36 of A Second Chance for Love

It was a moment before she realized that he’d simply fallen asleep, his arm like an iron band around her body.

Oona couldn’t help laughing—a silent shaking laugh that would not wake him—she was wide awake and he was unconscious. But then he’d done all the physical work, hadn’t he?

Her breathing quickened at the memory of his muscles flexing, his hips pounding, his glorious—

Katie.

The joy she’d been feeling leaked out of her like water from a cracked pitcher.

Tonight he’d looked at her with desire and even affection in his eyes. But that would change in a heartbeat when he found out about Katie; then his expression would be something else entirely.

If Justin Taylor ever learned that Oona had not only been Venable’s lover, she’d also born his child, he’d look at her with the same expression he’d worn when he’d spoken of Viscount Venable: with eyes pulsing with loathing and hate.

Fourteen

Juss woke as dawn was breaking. The light through the gaps wasn’t gray, but a warm yellow: it must have stopped snowing. He turned his head and looked at Oona, who lay sleeping on her side, facing him. One of her hands rested on his bicep and one of her feet was against his calf. Her magnificent auburn hair was spread across the pillow in wild spirals and her lips were slightly parted as she breathed evenly.

He’d taken her again last night, the second time just as intense, but slower, more thorough and intimate.

Juss peeled back the heavy comforter and feasted on her naked body. Her nipples were dark pink and large on her surprisingly full breasts. His mouth watered and he leaned forward and flicked one with the tip of his tongue, smiling when she murmured in her sleep, the sensitive disk of flesh puckering. He took the nub into his mouth and sucked and she groaned and shifted sensuously.

“Juss.” Her voice was sleep-roughened.

He released her stiff peak and slid his hand over the soft swell of her belly, through the darker auburn curls of her sex, his cock throbbing painfully when she opened herself to welcome him.

“I want you again,” he said, his middle finger sliding between her wet, swollen lips. “Are you too sore?”

She shuddered and rolled onto her back in answer, her legs spreading wider.

Juss chuckled as he pushed onto his knees, his hand still on her, his finger thrusting deep into her tight passage.

“Fuck!” he ground out the vulgar word, amused when her sheath tightened around his finger like a vise.

The light was pale but it was enough for him to see her beautiful face as he knelt between her thighs, pushing them wider with his knees while his free hand went to his stiff rod. He thumbed the freely leaking slit, slicking his shaft while she watched him through lazy eyes, her hips pulsing against his pumping hand.

“Good God you’re beautiful, Oona.” He thrust out his hips, his fingers curled tightly around the base of his stand, the action displaying his size to advantage. “Do you want this inside you?” He smirked—preening for her just like a cock for a hen.

She touched his crown with one finger, rubbing the work-roughened pad in the bead of sticky liquid.

Juss hissed harshly looking from her circling finger to her face. She was biting her lower lip, her eyes wide, watching her hand.

“Taste me, Oona.”

Her lips parted with shock but she hardly hesitated before bringing her slick finger to mouth. She gave a soft grunt as she sucked off his juice, her eyes narrowing.

“Bloody hell,” he snarled, dropping his weight to one hand, while the other positioned himself at her opening, and entered her with a brutal thrust.

∞∞∞

Oona didn’t recognize the woman she’d become as she writhed and thrashed and moaned beneath him. She just wanted too much to care what he must see. He’d dropped to one elbow and then reached between their bodies while his hips pounded her with punishing force.

“Come for me,” he ordered, his crude command and dancing finger driving her with shocking speed toward her pleasure.

His words shoved her over the edge and her body clenched and rippled around him.

“Ah, God!” he cried out, bucking hard before jerking out of her and finishing himself, his fist a blur, until the only sound or motion in the room was their mingled breathing.

He gave a deeply contented groan and then rolled onto his back and reached down beside the bed.