When You Were Mine (Second Chances 2)

Cora released the countertop, flexed her fingers, and then stood up. Rearranging her panties, she said, “That’s a little embarrassing.”

As he saw the flush come across her face, he moved quickly, disposing of the condom and rinsing his hands. Before she could say any more, he moved to stand in front of her.

He put

his hands on her shoulders and said, “Baby. There is nothing sexier to me than knowing that you’re enjoying what we do together in bed...or in my kitchen.”

When she nodded, he continued. “I don’t give a shit what my neighbors think. Watching you come apart is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. The fact that you’re so uninhibited and that you ask for what you want, only brings us both more pleasure. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Her lips curled upward and she asked, “It is pretty amazing, isn’t it?”

He pulled her to him and said, “You’re pretty amazing.”

Their mouths melded together in a slow, sensual kiss that had his cock twitching back to life. He had never been like this with anyone else. He was damn near insatiable.

“Any chance,” she asked, “that I could grab a shower before we eat? I’m all sticky for some reason.”

Jamie said, “Absolutely. But, Cora, did you know that we’re in a drought? I feel like we should conserve water. Maybe we should shower together.”

“Strictly in the interest of water conservation,” she teased as she nonchalantly tugged his shirt overhead and tossed it on the bed. Stopping in front of him, she slid her panties down. Deliberately, she bent at the waist to pick them up.

“Oh,” Jamie said, no longer teasing about water conservation. “Don’t tempt me. You know I’ll spank that beautiful ass of yours.”

All sass, she said, “And I’ll keep on pretending like that’s some sort of punishment.”

His erection standing at attention, Jamie followed her into the shower with a shake of his head. This woman would be the death of him.

Chapter Eleven

When Cora walked through her office door on Monday morning, it was hard to keep the bounce out of her step. She’d ended up spending most of the weekend with Jamie. Part of it had been in bed, but the part that was out of it was just as satisfying.

They’d stopped off at her place for a change of clothes and then spent the day in the park Saturday. They had gone for a hike and then spent the rest of the day lazing on a blanket in the sun. In spite of the fact that they knew each other so well, the conversation still flowed so easily between them. There was always something to talk about.

Cora was startled when she saw Celia already at her desk.

“Are you early or am I late?” Cora asked, checking her watch.

“I had to get caught up on some filing, so I came in a bit early. And, aren’t you chipper this morning, Cora?”

“I had a relaxing weekend.”

Celia laughed and said, “I just bet you did. Care to talk about it?”

Cora rolled her eyes at Celia’s obvious prying and asked, “Any messages?”

Disappointment over the abrupt subject change clearly written on her face, Celia said, “No. Just a couple random hangups with heavy breathing.”

“Oh really?” Cora asked, her eyebrow raised in speculation.

“Must be all those “sex me” vibes I’ve been throwing off since my divorce.”

Both women giggled. Celia had been wearing a man-hating invisibility cloak for the last year. Between fighting for custody over their two-year-old and having to deal with her soon to be ex-husband’s twenty-year-old fiancée, she had no interest in men.

Reaching down, she gave Celia’s shoulder a squeeze and said, “If you need to talk, honey. You know where I am. Not as a doctor. As a friend.”

“I know, babe,” Celia said, patting the hand on her shoulder. “I’m handling it, I think. He brought Kiki with him when he came to pick up Sasha this weekend. When she started speaking in baby talk to him, I wanted to choke her out. That’s a healthy emotion, right?”

“Baby talk,” Cora asked, cringing. “To a grown man? That’s just gross.”