Page 20 of An Unexpected Chance

I groaned as she wrapped her hand around me. “Baby, you have to be sore. I’ve had you four times in the past twelve hours.”

“Surprisingly, I’m not.”

She stroked me, her touch firm and perfect. I had no idea how I could be hard again. Feel this level of lust for this woman. But I did.

She pushed me onto my back, straddling me. I gazed up at her, the way her hair tumbled down her back. Her small, firm breasts peaked in the cool morning air. On her hip was another tattoo. A small bunch of flowers that bloomed bright colors on her skin. She was a warm, welcome weight on my thighs. She locked gazes with me as she lowered her torso and took me into her mouth again. I pressed my head into my pillow with a long hiss of pleasure.

“Jesus, woman.”

“No,” she mumbled. “Just Amy.”

Despite the vortex of lust I was trapped in, I laughed. She chuckled, the vibration swirling around my shaft. I lifted my hips higher, needing deeper, closer to the sensation. The warmth.

Her thick hair tickled my thighs as she sucked and licked. She played with my balls, cupping and stroking. I was a mass of sensation, pleasure rippling through me as she took me deeper and harder. I moved under her, groaning and hissing, begging her for more. Wanting whatever she would give me. Never wanting this to end, yet desperate to feel the moment of ecstasy with her again.

She swallowed around me, and I fell. Hard, fast, unexpected. No warning or final buildup. I bellowed her name, cursed, and shook. Gripped her hair and praised her. Begged her again.

And then there was nothing. That blissful moment of peace where your body and brain disconnect and you’re floating, adrift and alone.

Amy curled up beside me, and I pulled her into my arms. I pressed a kiss to her head.

“You need to come with your own warning label,” I mumbled, tracing her lips with my finger. “Your mouth needs to be listed as a dangerous weapon.”

Playfully, she bit the end of my finger. “Made you smile, though.”

“Was that your goal?”

“You don’t smile enough, Simon. I like knowing I put it on your face.”

I pulled her to me and kissed her. I had no idea how to respond to those words.

* * *

I woke alone again. I could smell coffee and bacon. I got up and grabbed a quick shower, grinning at the damp towel hanging on the rack. Obviously, Amy had had a shower already and decided to make breakfast.

I dressed and headed downstairs. Amy glanced over her shoulder at me with a grin.

“Morning, handsome.”

“Hey, Chippy,” I replied, dropping a kiss to her cheek.

“Chippy?”

“It’s a short form of chipmunk. It suits you.”

She rolled her eyes and handed me a cup of coffee. “Whatever. I made breakfast.”

“I was going to take you out for breakfast.”

She leaned against the counter, shaking her head. “You need to remember how small a town this is, Simon. They see us out for breakfast, and they’ll start to talk. I don’t think you’re ready for that.”

She turned back to the pan, and I sat down at the island. She was right. I wasn’t ready for that. Despite what happened last night, we had to proceed slowly. I had to think of Mia.

I shook my head. I had barely thought of my daughter since dinner last night. My entire focus had been on Amy. The passion between us.

I watched her for a moment, so at home in my kitchen. Looking sexy in my shirt, tied around her waist in a knot, her pretty skirt flowing about her legs. She was comfortable. It felt…natural. I thought about how Mia would react. What she would think. She’d been the entire focus of my life for so long. What if she resented Amy? Didn’t like her? I had to continue with caution.

It hit me that maybe I was moving too fast. That I had let last night and my frenzied lust cloud my judgment. I needed to pull back and go back to Plan A. Slow. Get to know Amy. Introduce her to Mia. Proceed from there.