Free When You Were Mine [Second Chances 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Michelle Roth Page A

her body. Cora reveled in the feeling as one hand cupped her breast through her silky blouse. When his thumb unerringly found her nipple through the thin material, she moaned his name.
    As the pleasure began to course through her, she stretched up on tiptoe, pressing her mouth against the side of his neck. When she scraped her teeth against his salty skin, she heard his breathing stutter. Letting her hands drift down, she worked at the buttons on his shirt as she continued to swirl her tongue against the tendons in his neck.
    Once his shirt was gone, he pressed her back against the wall of the kitchenette and started to undo the tiny pearl buttons of her blouse. “Christ, Cora,” he griped, his voice rough with need. “How many buttons does this have?”
    She trailed her fingers down his bare chest, dragging her nails gently against his skin, then watched him shiver. Thoroughly enjoying his reaction, she said, “So impatient.”
    His hand paused as he brought his eyes up to meet hers. “It’s been too long since I’ve been inside of you,” he said, the need evident in his voice.
    In response, Cora reached up to help him until they had opened enough buttons that she could pull the blouse over her head. She tossed it aside and then let out another moan as Jamie leaned down and sucked on one of her nipples through the pink lace of her bra.
    Another hot wave of arousal ran through her system, as he tugged at the tight peak, nipping it gently with his teeth. His hand reached up to pull the strap off her arm and tug the other cup of her bra down. He teased her other nipple with his free hand until she gasped out, “Oh, god. Your mouth.”
    Jamie released her breasts and undid the clasp to her bra. Cora whimpered as the familiar wet heat closed over her other nipple. The sensations shot straight to her core and left her almost breathless with need. By the time he had worked his way down to her abdomen, she was digging her nails into his shoulders and all but writhing against him.
    When he looked up at her, his gaze was heavy-lidded as he said, “Take off the skirt for me, sweetheart. I need to taste you.”
    Another wave of lust flooded her system as she moved her hands to the zipper of her skirt. With hands that felt far more steady than she had thought possible based on the rapid beat of her pulse, she unzipped her skirt and slid it down over her hips.
    When she stood before him in nothing but pink satin panties, and the heels she had worn to work that day, he took her in. “Christ,” he said, “You’re gorgeous.”
    He pressed another kiss against her stomach, right along the edge of her panties. She felt the hot puff of air against her when he said, “But these need to go.”
    The hands that rested against his thighs, he reached up to take them off of her. His fingers lightly grazed her the entire way down her legs, leaving goose bumps in his wake. When they reached her ankles, he helped her step out of them. The last barrier gone, she stood in front of him completely nude.
    A moment later, he leaned in and let his lips grazed her inner thigh. He pressed hot open-mouthed kisses against her that had her hand moving down to grip his hair. Gently, he moved so one of her thighs was draped over his shoulder.
    As he continued to tease her, switching to the other inner thigh, she tried to use his hair to steer his mouth to where she needed it most. “Jamie,” she all but begged. “Please.”
    He tilted his head up, his eyes dark with desire, and moved his fingertips so that they traced a light pattern over the glistening lips of her pussy.
    “Please, what?” he asked.
    “Don’t tease me.”
    Cora pushed her hips forward, seeking his mouth, his tongue, and his fingers. She was seeking anything that would stop the ache that was building inside her.
    “Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” he said, his hot breath inches from where she ached the most.
    “Your mouth on me,” Cora whimpered.
    “You want my tongue in