Free Right Place, Right Time (Second Chances Book 2) by Jennifer L. Allen Page A

struggle is about what I think it’s about, and I hope it turns out the way I want it to.
    “Fuck it,” he quietly mutters before angling his body towards mine and pressing me down on the couch. I’m flat on my back, and he’s hovering over me, holding his body up with his left arm bent beside my head. I feel his lower body pressed against me and…damn…he’s as happy to be here as I am to have him.
    He cradles my face in his right hand, and I nuzzle against it. He bites out another curse. “You’re killing me, Kate,” he whispers.
    I rock my hips against him. “Make me feel good, Jay.”
    He closes his eyes tight as he hisses out a breath. “I don’t know how to resist you anymore.”
    “Then don’t,” I challenge him.
    His eyes pop open, and he looks so deeply into my eyes I could swear he’s seeking out my soul. “It’s been…a while for me. I don’t know…”
    “Shh. It’s okay,” I tell him, framing his face with my hands. “I want this, Jay. I want you. Please.”
    His pained look nearly breaks my heart. He’s been through so much, and I just want him to feel normal…to feel good. I want him to make me feel good, too. I lift my head and kiss him. He doesn’t respond at first, letting me take the lead. But soon, he can’t hold back, and he presses his lips against mine, taking charge.
    The sensations are overwhelming…the feel of his lips against mine—softer than I’d expected from someone so rugged—and quite the contrast to his hard body pressing against mine. He gently grinds himself against me, and I move my hands to the back of his head to pull him closer to me. Still not close enough.
    “Oh, God,” I breathe as he kisses down my neck. He works his hand down my side, his thumb just barely grazing my breast, causing me to sigh. What delicious torture. He raises himself off me just enough to work my tank top up my body. I lift up to help him out, breaking our kiss only when the top passes between us. I lie back down while he stays raised above me, taking me in with absolute reverence.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he says, before dipping back down to give me a bruising kiss. His hand traces up my side causing my nipples to pebble and goosebumps to spread across my skin. He starts kissing and licking down my neck again, making me squirm. His hand reaches my breast before his mouth and he massages it once…twice…before he takes the tight bud in his mouth. His other hand goes to work on my other breast, and soon his mouth follows. He gives them equal attention—lots of attention—but it still doesn’t quench the desire I’m feeling.
    His knee is resting between my legs and I subtly scoot down so it’s pressing right against my core. A slight shift of my hips and the friction feels so good…so right. Pretty soon, I’m rubbing against his leg in earnest. I’m so close…
    “Jay,” I moan, finally alerting him to the fact that something else is going on here.
    He looks down between us and smirks. “That feel good Kate?”
    “Mm hmm.”
    Jay places his hand between by legs, pressing down with his palm on my pelvic bone to hold me still, conveniently avoiding the throbbing area and stopping my delicious movements. I groan in frustration. The finish line is right there. He chuckles as he rests back on his haunches. “Eager, are we?”
    I rock my hips in response, and his smirk disappears. In its place is a heated look of desire. He moves his hand, slipping it inside my shorts. His eyes become hooded as he realizes just how ready I am…how close I’d been. He rubs the sensitive nub with his thumb as he slips a finger inside me. First one, then two. I cry out from the invasion and nearly climax on the spot.
    “Please…” I whimper as I close my eyes.
    “Please what, Kate?” Jay whispers, his lips right by my ear.
    “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
    I’m rocking against his hand, desperate for release, and just as Jay nips my earlobe, I come apart. As the