Page 34 of A Second Chance for Love

Oona laughed softly, too thrilled by his words to speak.

“I want you, Oona.” He ground himself against her belly, the action crude and primitive and so very arousing. “If you want me to stop, tell me now, because—”

“I want you, Juss.”

He made a primal sound of pleasure and dropped to one knee, taking her booted foot in one hand.

“Take off your coat and unbutton your dress,” he ordered, his big fingers methodically working the buttons of her ankle boot as efficiently as a button hook.

Oona’s own hands were shaky and unresponsive and he’d already removed her boots and she was barely out of her coat.

He stood, staring down at her with a look of raw possession, his hands moving on his coat, which was tight enough that getting out of it was an erotic contortionist show for Oona.

But not as erotic as the long hard ridge that distorted his tight leather breeches. His hand slid across his erection and he squeezed himself, the muscles in his hand and forearms flexing in a way that made her swallow. When his hand released his arousal Oona’s eyes jumped up to find his smile one she’d never seen before—sensual, needy, and cruel.

“Come, come, Miss Parker. You’ll never get that coat off at this rate.”

She fumbled so badly with one of the buttons that she snapped the thread and it skidded across the floor. He chuckled and leaned forward, sliding his powerful hands beneath her shoulders and lifting her onto the bed with as much ease as Oona had lifted Katie when she’d been a baby. But Oona was no child and his strength caused an insistent throbbing between her thighs that made her legs weak.

“I’ll finish for you,” he whispered against her ear, and then nipped her earlobe, making her jump. Oona whimpered at the sensation of his night beard scratching against her tender skin, his fingers working blindly but surely on the few buttons that ran down her back.

His mouth stopped at the base of her throat and he licked and sucked on her pulse before lowering his lips to the swells of her breasts and groaning. He took her hand and lifted her to her feet while he pushed the gown off her shoulders, his dark gaze flickering over her stays and chemise.

“You’re so lovely,” he muttered, turning her around swiftly enough to make her head spin, his hands working on her laces. “I’ve had dreams about you, Miss Oona Parker,” he whispered heatedly, his hips pulsing against her lower back, his organ impossibly hard. “And the things I did to you in those dreams—” he broke off with a wicked chuckle and spun her to face him, seizing her mouth with a ferocity that left her breathless. “How is it that you taste like a strawberry, Oona?”

Before she could answer, not that she could answer, he shoved the stays over her hips, pulled the chemise over her shoulders, and then tossed her onto the bed, where she landed with a squeak, wearing only her stockings and garters.

“You’re perfect,” he hissed, reaching over his back to grab a fistful of shirt and pull it over his head, revealing some perfection of his own.

Oona’s mouth fell open and he grinned down at her, running one hand over his astoundingly defined abdomen before pulling open his fall and then pushing down breeches and smallclothes with one shove.

“Oh my.” Oona had supposed that men differed in penis size as well in all other regards, but. . .

He gave a low laugh, the action causing his muscles to shift and tighten in fascinating ways. Once again he grabbed himself, and Oona watched in stupefaction as he gave himself several ruthless pumps before taking her knees and pushing them apart.

When she sucked in a shocked breath and tried to resist he paused and looked up from her exposed sex. “I’m going to make love to you with my mouth.” He laughed outright at the noise she made. “Did your lover never pleasure you that way?” he asked, his nostrils flaring as his eyes flickered between her hips and eyes.

“N-no,” she stuttered, which she seemed to be doing quite a lot. She’d liked lying with Edward, but he had been efficient and speedy and would have already come into her at this point. He’d certainly never suggested something so outrageous.

Juss lowered himself while pushing her wider and wider. “Open for me, Oona, I want to see you.”

She couldn’t resist him—not because he was using force, but because he was looking at her with an expression that was reverent and hungry.

She startled when his thumbs slid up and down her swollen, sensitive lips; nobody but her had ever touched her down there, but Juss’s fingers were exploring her with an eager confidence that sent waves of anticipation and pleasure ricocheting through her body.

And then he opened her and she jolted and bucked. “Justin.” The word came out half groan, half whisper, and she breathed in ragged gasps.

“What is it, love?” he cut her a glance, but quickly looked back, as if he were transfixed. “So pretty,” he crooned, and then lowered his head and covered that most sensitive part of her with his hot, soft mouth.

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Juss massaged her with his tongue, smiling against hot, slick skin when she cried out and her hips bucked. It was a good thing Mr. and Mrs. Cantrell were both slightly deaf as he was going to make Oona scream tonight.

He brought a hand up to her entrance and slid his middle finger inside her while he sucked.

“Oh, Juss.”

He released her with a soft sucking pop and began to work her with his hand. “Do you like it,” he asked, pumping her in slow, deep strokes.