Free Once More Chance (Chance #2; Rosemary Beach #8) by Abbi Glines Page B

pant, and I didn’t let my fears or any other thought stop me. I stood up and got rid of my jeans in one move, then slid
back over her. She opened her legs to me so willingly and grabbed my arms with her hands as her body arched into me. I hadn’t even gotten inside her yet, and she was moaning. Holy fuck.
    “Baby, you keep doing that, and I won’t last very long. This will be over way too soon,” I told her as I slid slowly into her. My eyes rolled back, and this time, the moan of
pleasure was mine. She felt tighter and almost swollen inside. There was nothing in my life that had ever felt this good. Not even the first time I’d been inside her. This . . . this was it.
The moment that changed your world. The moment that didn’t just show you heaven but walked you right inside it.
    “
Grant
!” she screamed as she wrapped her legs around me. Her silky heat began to squeeze me hard. She clawed at my back and chanted my name. That was all it took for me to
follow her. Throwing back my head, I cried out her name and filled her. Marked her.
    Made sure she would never doubt that she was mine.
    “Can we do it again?” Harlow asked after we both caught our breath.
    Chuckling, I rolled over and pulled her over on top of me. “Not right yet. I’d rather put you in a bath and let you soak while I get us some room service. Then I intend to give you a
foot massage and hold you on that big-ass sofa out there in front of the fireplace.” She needed pampering. Hadn’t she been listening to the doctor?
    “I like foot massages . . . but I like sex better.”
    “No overdoing it. You heard the doctor. Let’s take it easy on you, OK? Let me take care of you. Please,” I said, needing her to understand.
    She let out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine. I guess I’ll let you bathe me and spoil me.
Sacrifices
.”
    Laughing, I kissed her head and moved to get up. I couldn’t sit here with her in my arms like this and not get carried away. I only needed a little encouragement. “You stay put.
I’ll go get your bath ready. Then I’ll come get you,” I told her before grabbing my jeans and tugging them back on.
    She rolled over to watch me. “You could get into the bath with me,” she said, with her eyes on the zipper of my jeans.
    “Not that strong, baby. I’ll have to settle for bathing you instead.” I headed for the bathroom before I caved in and did whatever she asked me to.
    “Grant,” she called out after me.
    “Yeah?” I turned back to see her sitting up in the bed with the sheet at her waist so that her beautiful, much larger tits were right there for me to drool over.
    “I don’t have to get off for us to . . . do things. I can always take care of you. I like doing that.”
    Grabbing the door handle before my knees buckled, I sucked in a deep breath. Holy hell. Gulping, I forced a smile. “Harlow, I’m not sure I’m strong enough for this.
You’re gonna drive me crazy.”
    She grinned and shrugged, causing her chest to bounce, capturing my undivided attention again. They were so beautiful, round, soft . . .
fuck!
I had to get away from her for a minute.
    Jerking my head around, I looked into the bathroom. “Gonna run your bathwater now,” I said in a strangled voice.
    Harlow laughed behind me, and the musical sound almost made the fact that I already had a raging hard-on again OK. She was happy. I wanted her happy. Even if it was at my expense.
    Once I had the water temperature right, I added some of the bath salts the hotel had provided and turned to get her, only to find her standing there with the sheet wrapped around her and all
that dark hair in a rumpled mess. I just stood and stared at her. She was beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful. I’d known that the first time I met her. It was something you could
see in her eyes. The beauty inside shone through.
    But now . . . she was mine.
    She was all mine.
    “Sure you won’t get in with me?” she asked, letting the sheet drop to the