Free Love's Second Chance (Second Chances Series) by L.P. Dover Page B

biting his lip when he stared at me. Why did he have to be so enticing? Being sexually frustrated was not easy when you had a two hour drive ahead of you. Especially if you’re stuck in the car with a man who could pass for a Greek god, who was staring at you like he wanted to devour you. “How long will it take to get there?” he asked.
    “It’ll take two hours. Why?” I replied skeptically.
    He smirked, letting that dimple on his left cheek tease me. “No reason really, other than knowing how long I have to torture you.” Visibly tensing, I gripped the steering wheel with all my might. My heart was in overdrive and my nerves were fluttering like crazy. Looking at his expression, I could tell his idea of torture was not simple road games.
    “What do you mean by torture me exactly?”
    “You’ll see,” he said while pointing at the road. “You just concentrate on the road and we’ll be fine.” Squirming in my seat, I tried hard to focus on the road. I’m in a shit ton of trouble , I thought.
    We had one hour left until we were going to reach our destination, and I had the strangest feeling that the torturing was about to begin. Once the sky got darker, I knew Galen was going to pounce. When he unclasped his seatbelt I knew I had been right. He moved over slowly and lightly pressed his warm, soft lips to the base of my neck, trailing them down to my collarbone. Placing his hand on my thigh, he began the slow, torturous path up to the part of me that demanded his touch. The heat from his hands seeped into my body, making me hot from the inside out.
    “What are you doing?” I asked, releasing a shaky breath.
    He replied huskily, “Torturing you.”
    I groaned as he lifted my shirt and gently bit a nipple through my bra. Growing wet at his touch, I sighed with a need so great it felt as if I’d explode. Galen pulled my bra up over my breast and latched onto my nipple, sucking greedily. His hand delved deep inside my underwear to my core and explored every inch of me. That brand of torture was something I knew I was going to love. Galen pushed his fingers inside, entering me fully as far as he could go, and moved at a rapid pace while still suckling my breast. The tingling of the orgasm grew and grew until soon I knew I couldn’t hold it off any longer. Breathing heavily, I tried desperately to concentrate on the road, but Galen’s warm strokes were driving me to the brink of elation.
    “You’re getting tighter, Korinne. Let it go, baby,” Galen demanded. His warm breath against my exposed breasts had me moaning as the orgasm took me to a whole new level. He continued to stroke and penetrated me deeply until the ripples of the climax slowly ebbed off. I was left relaxed, out of breath, and fully satiated … or at least for that time being.
    I sighed heavily. “You better be glad I didn’t wreck.”
    Galen just laughed. “I wouldn’t have let that happen, and besides, you were in complete control.” Looking at his triumphant smile, I couldn’t get over how sexy he looked right then. I also couldn’t get over the bulge in his pants, straining to be released.
    “Undo your pants,” I said firmly. His devilish grin grew wider when he realized I was being serious.
    “Am I sensing payback?” he teased.
    “You know it.”
    The gleam in his eye grew brighter as he slowly unbuttoned his pants, releasing his thick, hard shaft. My eyes went wide at the sight of him. Now that he was fully erect and ready, he was larger than I remembered. If I wasn’t driving I’d be exploring him with my tongue, but given the circumstances I could only use what I had. Wrapping my hand firmly around his shaft, I began massaging him up and down. Slowly at first, so I could watch him squirm, but then I picked up the pace, loving the way his eyes rolled back in his head, enjoying my brand of torture. He sighed and let his head fall back against the head rest. Moving his hips with my strokes, I could feel his cock getting