Second Chance Love (Heaven Hill Book 6) by Laramie Briscoe Page B

buried her face in his shoulder. It was easier not to see his eyes. His eyes could kill her. They asked questions that he didn’t put into word form.
    “You okay?” he asked, pulling her chin up with one hand as he maneuvered them to where he could stand.
    “Yeah,” she whispered. “It feels weird, being here with you after so much time has passed.”
    “It does,” he agreed. “But I’m thankful we got another chance.”
    He would regret those words; she knew it, as soon as she told him about what William had made her do. Her inner voice screamed to tell him today, tell him now and get it over with. That voice told her not to make too many memories with him. Too many memories wouldn’t get her through the lonely nights. Another voice told her to experience this one last time—she wanted one night of happiness to make up for the last seventeen years of loneliness. She made a pact with herself, she would tell him in the morning. “I’m thankful too.” She almost choked on the words, but she pushed them past the lump in her throat.
    Framing his face with her hands, she leaned in, brushing her lips against his. They were soft and warm, and it was like everything and nothing had changed, all at the same time. She wanted control for a little while before she handed it over. Running her hands down his neck, she moved them down his chest and stomach to the edge of where his boxers rested on his hips. “Are you sure there’s no fish in here or anything?” she mumbled against his lips.
    He laughed, his warm breath tickling her face. “I sure as fuck hope not. If there is, I think we’re both screwed and at least we’ll find out together.”
    She laughed along with him, allowing him to move her so that her back rested against a wall of rock that made up the edge of the pool of water. Her fingers played with the material of his boxers, wondering if she should go ahead and do this, or if they should wait. In the end, she could no longer wait, and she pushed, sliding them off his hips. With his help, he pushed them down his legs and then picked them up in one of his hands, throwing them onto the shore. When she glanced up at him, she saw that as quickly as she thought she had control, she’d lost it. There was a predatory glint in his gaze that made her think she was about to get schooled on who was the hunter.
    Rooster had waited for this for too long. He was on edge and he didn’t know how much longer he could handle being this close to her and not making good on every fantasy he’d ever had. Pressing her against the rock, his mouth claimed hers, his thigh pressed between hers, and his hand went to the wet material of her bra, pushing up the strap.
    Roni wanted him to take it off, but to do that, he would have to loosen his hold on her and she didn’t want him to. He held her tightly against his body, his thigh holding her up, almost to the point that her feet weren’t touching the bottom of this shallow end of the pool. Her upper torso was out of the water, and a slight wind blew, causing goosebumps on her skin. Letting go of his neck, she made her own decision. Reaching behind her, she unclasped the hooks of the material and pulled it off her chest before throwing it towards the shoreline and putting her arms back around him, this time at his waist.
    Pulling his lips from hers was one of the hardest things he’d ever done, but she’d made it easier on him, removing the bra. Now the only thing that kept them from being completely intimate was the cotton material of her underwear.
    “Are you sure about this?” he breathed heavily against her the skin of her chest. “You have to be sure. I don’t want to wake up with regrets tomorrow.”
    She nodded. “I’m sure.”
    It was the green light he needed, and he swore to himself that he would never look back.

Chapter Fourteen

    R oni dug her fingers into his hair when she felt his big hands cup her ass and lift, bringing her legs around his waist. In the