When You Were Mine (Second Chances 2)

His lips captured hers and absolutely devoured her mouth. She kissed him back until she was almost lightheaded from it. Theirs had always had an intense connection, but this was unreal.

Jamie stepped back from where he had her pinned against the wall and moved her toward the table. His voice rough, he said, “Bend over for me.”

Cora raised an eyebrow as he pulled out of her. Jamie hadn’t been quite this authoritative when they had been together before. This was new...and pretty fucking hot.

She let her legs slide down to the ground and then moved toward the table. Cora leaned forward on wobbly legs, bracing her arms on the kitchen table, her ass in the air. Turning her face, she watched him as he moved behind her.

When she felt the head of his cock teasing her opening, she rocked back against him. When he gave her a light slap on the ass and said, “Don’t move those hips,” she gave a shocked gasp. As a light sting morphed into a tingling warmth, she couldn’t help but moan.

Jamie rubbed the head of his cock against her aching pussy until she finally begged, “Jamie, I need you to fuck me!”

As if he had just been waiting for her to ask, he plunged back into her and began to thrust again. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room. When he reached forward to grasp the ponytail that at the base of her skull and tugged it back, he asked, “Is this what you needed?”

A torrent of pleasure hit her at full force. All she could do was helplessly moan, “yes” as another orgasm tore through her. She shattered to pieces around him, crying out his name.

His thrusts became quicker and more erratic as he now sought his own release. She thrust back to meet him, stroke for stroke until he froze behind her, then groaned out her name as he emptied himself into the condom.

A moment later he released her hair, leaned down, and placed a kiss against the side of her neck, then pulled out of her.

Cora slumped against the table for a moment, absolutely wrecked. The sex between them had always been amazing, but that had been positively incendiary. It felt like her whole body was still vibrating.

She heard the water running in the bathroom, so she started to get dressed. As she began to put her bra back on, she felt his hands skim across her back and clasp it for her. When his head dipped down and placed light kisses against her shoulder, she leaned back into his chest.

After his mouth lifted from her skin, she turned to face him and saw the question in his eyes. It was a little comforting to know that he felt the same trepidation as she did, she realized. Not sure how to address it, she did the only thing she could think of.

She slid her hands around his neck and brushed her mouth against his. Together they stood, half-dressed in his kitchenette, certain only of their uncertainty.

For better or worse, she had changed things between them. She had no idea what that meant, or where things were going. She only knew that couldn’t resist the force that pulled her to him. Only time would tell her whether she’d made the right decision or not.

Chapter Eight

Jamie watched the taillights of her car as she pulled out of the parking lot of their office complex, not entirely sure what had just happened. Cora had seemed a little tense at dinner. They had been discussing the strange encounter with the drunk man in her office, though. It worried him too.

When he’d dropped her at her car, he assumed that she’d either go to his place, or he to hers. He’d been a little surprised when she’d cited an early morning appointment and taken a rain check. The tension at dinner hadn’t just been about the man in her office, he realized. It was about their encounter too. He didn’t know exactly what he had expected for the rest of the evening, but going home alone wasn’t it.

Knowing how Cora worked, she probably wanted some time and space to think about how the scope of their relationship had changed tonight. He realized, even though it pained him, that all he could really do in this situation was to give her time to work it out.

As much as he knew Cora, he realized that there was a complete other side to her that he was only slightly acquainted with. She had absolutely destroyed him tonight. She was nothing like the sweet, somewhat inhibited girl that he remembered. She’d been wildly passionate. Hearing her filthy mouth had been shockingly sexy. Typically she didn’t curse all that often, but she’d begged for him to fuck her. He had been close to coming on the spot.

He’d always been somewhat restrained when they were together. Way back when, he’d been her first. The thought of grabbing a handful of her hair while he fucked her had seemed laughable back then. He was pretty sure she would have run for the hills. Now...it was totally different ball game.

As he pulled on to the freeway, he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. There was no point in torturing himself by remembering all of this. Once again, the ball was firmly back in her court. He would just have to wait and see.

* * * *

By midafternoon the next day, Jamie had booked another two consultations. One was with a veterinarian and another was with a manufacturer of crane safety videos. That was another great thing about his job. Coming up with an overall marketing scheme for these sorts of niche businesses required a little bit of research, so it kept him busy and he got to learn a little something.

As he was getting ready to head out of the office a bit early to look at the conference table that he’d neglected to look at last night, his phone buzzed.

He juggled his gym bag and dug into his pocket as he locked the door. When he read Steve’s name on the caller ID, he answered, “Hey there, buddy! What’s going on?”

As he headed toward the elevator, he gave one last glance down the hall at Cora’s office. He hadn’t heard from her since last night, and it was starting to gnaw at him. Shaking his head, he tried to clear the thoughts from his mind and focus on the voice booming through the phone.

“Whatcha got planned for tonight?” Steve asked.

Jamie grinned and said, “I dunno. I was going to order a pizza and watch the game. The Bruins versus the Schooners. Tip-off is at 7:30. Did you wanna come hang out?”

“Nope,” he answered. “I’ll actually do you one better. My friend has two tickets to the game, but he flaked out ‘cause one of his kids is sick. Did you wanna go with?”