When You Were Mine (Second Chances 2)
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Jamie sighed, then leaned in and nipped Cora’s earlobe. “I’ll give you something to remember later, Mrs. Connolly.”
Cora shivered against him and softly said, “I bet you will, Mr. Connolly.”
He lowered his mouth to hers, and gave her a slow, kiss. Their tongues twined as his hands traced along the curve of her waist. Cora was pressed as close to him as their seat belts would allow, but it wasn’t nearly close enough. When she let out a slow hum of pleasure, he desperately wished that they weren’t in a van full of people on their way to go tubing.
Steve cleared his throat and said, “Good thing we put the kids in the other van. I think it’s about to get pornographic in here.”
“Jesus, Steve,” Celia said. “They just got married. Leave them alone.”
“Jesus,” Steve mimicked. “Just wanted to give them a subtle reminder that they were in a van full of people in case they had forgotten. I don’t think anyone wants to see Jamie’s pasty white ass.”
Cora broke away from his mouth and sighed. Raising her voice, she said, “Well, Jamie, we can always leave them in the middle of the rainforest if they don’t stop arguing.”
All at once, silence fell over the seat behind them.
His lips inches from hers, Jamie whispered, “They’re like fucking children. It’s driving me insane.”
Cora shook her head, then grinned and said, “There’s nothing childlike about it. That’s sexual tension.”
“No,” he whispered. “They...Really?”
He turned around in time to see Celia mouth “asshole” at Steve. Then he flipped her the bird and winked. She shot him a withering look in return, but Jamie noticed the edges of her lips twitching.
He turned back around and laughed. Cora was totally right, he realized. This was just some form of elaborate foreplay for them. Steve, the self-proclaimed bachelor and Celia the anti-dater. This would be interesting to see. Assuming they didn’t kill each other first.
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