Back To You - A Second Chance Romance

“I didn’t think about it that way. I’m sorry. It’s just, I don’t understand why the set designers didn’t listen to my suggestions.”

“I don’t know, Kate. Did you ever stop to think that this isn’t the fucking Amazon, and maybe, just maybe, some of the plants they need to dress an entire set might not be available? Not only that, but most people watching the film don’t care about your fucking rainforest. Do you know what they care about? If the lead actor is authentic. That’s what they care about!”

“You’ve made your point,” she said with enough sass in her voice to turn me on.

I stopped for a moment and looked at her. As angry as she made me, I couldn’t help but want her.

It had been ten long years, and while I’d fantasized about her nearly every night, it didn’t compare to having her there with me. I took a few steps forward and pulled her close. “Damnit, Kate.”

I kissed her hard, and she melted into me, giving it back just as eagerly as I gave it. But when I pulled away, she reached out and slapped me hard across the face. I deserved it, but after she searched my eyes a moment, she hauled me against her and put her mouth to mine.

As she held on tight, I reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. Then, with feverish intent, I went for the waistband of her jeans and unbuttoned them.

As she slid them down and stepped out of her shoes, I took off my own shirt, letting the fabric fall away from my shoulders.

She was gloriously naked when I looked up, her lips swollen from our kiss, her nipples tight from her arousal.

Sweet baby Jesus.

I put my arm around her waist and walked her backward to the end of the trailer, and then I pushed her onto the bed. On her way down, she reached up and pulled me along with her.

I still hadn’t found a more beautiful woman, one that drove me crazy, who challenged me like Kate did.

I straddled her body and kissed her, wondering why I had waited so goddamned long to be with her again. “It’s been too long, hasn’t it?”

“Then we had better not waste any more time.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I reached for her ankles and hitched them up over my shoulders as I moved between her thighs. I couldn’t wait to be inside of her, and when I put two fingers against her entrance, I could feel just how much she wanted me too.

I had never been so eager.

She moaned as I worked her slick heat, moving my fingers deep inside her channel in a come-hither motion until they were soaked.

I withdrew my fingers, centered my cock against her, and pushed myself deep, exploring her depths an inch at a time until I was buried deep.

I rolled my hips upward, grinding on her sensitive and swollen clit, and it didn’t take long until she lost it, writhing beneath me.

She brought me close to kiss me as she came, and I knew it was just the first of many. I wasn’t ready to stop.

“You’re just as good as I remember,” I whispered in her ear. “And you’re even more beautiful.”

“You don’t have to flatter me. I’m not going to slap you again.” She gave me a mischievous grin, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. I wasn’t holding it against her. I’d have slapped me too.

I had let my emotions get the best of me, and I should have never let my aggression take over. She deserved more respect than that, and the slap reminded me that she was just the type of woman to demand it from me.

She closed her eyes and held on, and she urged me to roll us over. I obliged, and a moment later, I was looking up at a true angel. Any of those silly fan-club women would kill to be in her place, but only she had the power and ownership over my heart. She always had.

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be on top,” she said, nearly blowing my mind. Had she been with anyone else? It had tormented me all of these years, wondering if she had been with another, if someone else had gotten to touch her and kiss her the way that, for a while, only I had the honor.

But having the honor of taking her virginity didn’t give me ownership. It never had.

She eased her way back onto my erection and met my eyes with all the hunger that I was feeling.

Kate felt amazing taking charge, and she seemed to know just what to do to make me feel good.

I reached up and caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples softly, teasing them before rising up to capture one in my mouth. I kissed her there and played my tongue around the tight, pink flesh, and it seemed to only encourage her more.