When You Were Mine [Second Chances 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (9 page)

“Yes, yes. Absolutely. Just have her call me. I’ll stop where I am on my rounds to escort her,” the guard assured him.

“Thank you,” he said as he disconnected the line.

When he looked around, he saw she no longer stood in the lobby. As he moved off the edge of his desk, she stepped back into view at the end of the hallway.

“Cora,” he said softly. The last thing he wanted to do was to frighten her any more.

She turned to face him but, even in the dark, her face was too pale and her eyes were still too wide. When she swayed, he closed the distance between them and pulled her into his arms.

When she burrowed into his chest, he said, “Oh sweetheart. You’re shaking. It’s okay. It’s okay.” Silently, he stroked a hand up and down her back then continued to hold her until she eventually settled down.

When she spoke, her voice was laced with confusion. “Jamie. I don’t have any idea who that person was.”

“He was clearly not right in the head. Still, he made a threat. So, please let me walk you out on nights that I’m here. If I’m not, call the security guard downstairs. He said he’d walk you out to your car. And whoever that guy was, security is aware that he’s not allowed in the building anymore.”

“Okay,” she said, nodding. “By the way, thank you. I just—I just froze.”

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” he said, his voice carefully not betraying any of his concerns. “Do you carry pepper spray?”

“No,” she answered, quietly. “I guess I should though.”

Jamie nodded his head and agreed, “It makes sense.”

She shifted slightly, tilting her head up to look at him and said, “I’m really glad that you were there.”

Suddenly, there was a tension in the air that hadn’t been there before. Her mouth was centimeters from his. Both of them were silent as they studied each other now. Jamie wasn’t sure who moved first, but their mouths collided. When he felt Cora’s hands slide into his hair, he deepened the kiss. Jamie traced the seam of her lips with his tongue until she opened her mouth under his. When his tongue stroked across hers, they let out twin groans of pleasure.

Jamie’s pulse was throbbing in his veins. It had been so long. It had been so
goddamned
long since he’d held her like this.

They stayed that way for long minutes, mouths seeking. He froze, though, when her hands shifted down to the buttons on his shirt. As much as he hated himself for having to do it, he reached up and stilled her hands.

“Cora,” Jamie panted, his eyes still closed. “I thought we were taking things slowly.”

He was afraid to look at her now. Was this the adrenaline from earlier talking? He needed to be inside her like he needed his next breath, but the last thing he wanted to do was to take advantage of a purely emotional response.

Cora gazed at him steadily, her breathing still erratic. She could tell from the hesitation on his face that he was concerned by her quick change in mood.

“I want you. I’ve wanted you since I saw you standing in Taryn’s kitchen the other day. It’s not about what happened a few minutes ago,” she assured him. “Be with me.”

Jamie only hesitated a moment before he wove his hands into her hair and crushed his mouth back down on hers for another searing kiss. He sucked and nipped at her lips until she let out an unsatisfied moan. She pressed herself tightly against him, wanting more.

The hands that had held her so gently a moment ago, were now deliberate and seeking as they stroked over 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 your sweet little pussy, don’t you?” Jamie asked, dipping a finger between her folds.

“Yes,” she cried out.

Seemingly satisfied with her response, Jamie pressed two fingers inside her tight channel. Cora let out a whimper as he began to work his fingers against her. When he spread her open with his other hand and began to flick his tongue against her aching clit, she cried out in relief.

Cora worked her hips against his mouth and fingers as the pressure started to build low in her belly. Each thrust of his fingers, each stroke of his tongue against her sensitive flesh brought her one step closer.

Her legs shook as Jamie crooked his fingers inside her, rubbing against her G-spot with every thrust of his fingers. He reached up to steady her as he sucked her clit into his mouth and nipped it gently with his teeth. Cora cried out, bucking against his hand and mouth as she came in a shuddering release.

Jamie continued to move his fingers inside her, drawing out every bit of her orgasm. He ran his tongue gently around her now-sensitive clit. Knowing there was more, Cora continued to work herself against him until the frantic feeling of release finally waned.

She looked down to where he knelt between her thighs and winced. Her fingers were still tightly gripping his hair. Quickly, she let him go then steadied herself against the wall as he shifted her thigh back over his shoulder and moved to stand in front of her.

His eyes were almost glittering when he reached his full height again. Cora immediately tugged his mouth back down to hers as she let a hand roam down to the bulge straining against the zipper of his pants.

Jamie hissed when she wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke him lightly through the slacks. He reached down, stilling her hand, and then unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down.

Cora immediately slid the pants and his briefs down his thighs. When she started to work her way down his chest, he stopped her and said, “I don’t think I can keep it together if you put your mouth on my cock right now.”

Cora continued to stroke him with her hand, enjoying the way that his head tilted back. When he groaned, and said, “Fuck. That feels so good, baby.” She leaned in and nipped at his collarbone.

She continued to stroke him for a moment more before he said, “Cora. Let me be inside you. I need to be inside you.”

The thought of having him inside her again brought another torrent of feelings to the surface. She nodded and said, “That was amazing, but...I need you.”

She saw relief flicker over his face, followed immediately by distress. “Uh. Fuck,” Jamie said. “Tell me you have some kind of protection? I don’t have anything with me.”

Cora frowned, taken out of the moment immediately, and said, “I don’t think—Oh wait! I do.”

She walked over to the kitchen table and dug through her bag. She pulled out three condoms, tore one off, and opened it. As she stroked him and rolled the condom over his straining erection, Jamie blinked at her and asked, “Is that purple? And why does it smell like grape jelly in here?”

Unable to stop herself, Cora laughed and said, “I give these to some of my at-risk teens during sessions.”

Jamie grinned at her and said, “If my dick has to smell like grape jelly, then so be it.”

With that statement he picked her up by her hips. Cora wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her back against the wall. She felt the tip of his cock nudge against her opening and pressed her hips against his.

It seemed like she had been waiting for this moment forever. The feel of his thick cock as it slowly pressed into her was indescribable. Cora’s eyes flickered closed as the savored the blissful feeling of being filled. She gasped, feeling so stretched.

“Sweetheart,” he said, his voice strained. “Open your eyes.”

On a jagged breath, Cora forced her eyes open. His gaze was heavy-lidded as he began to move his hips. In that moment, with his eyes locked on hers, watching her pleasure, she felt naked in more than just the physical sense.

“Cora,” Jamie groaned out, as he slid back into her. “Your pussy feels like heaven.”

The hands gripped her ass, tightening as he began to fuck her in the short, quick strokes that had always driven her wild. Cora could do nothing but whimper as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her.

His forehead rested against hers, his eyes watching as she came completely undone in his arms. Her orgasm came out of nowhere. Cora cried out as wave after wave of pure sensation crashed over her.

“I can feel you clenching around me. That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me.”

Cora shuddered against him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he started to fuck her in long, slow strokes now.

“Jamie,” Cora cried out, as she ground her hips against his pelvis. “You feel so fucking good inside me.”

She felt him grow impossibly harder inside her as he said, “Give me that dirty fucking mouth of yours.”

His lips captured hers and absolutely devoured her mouth. She kissed him back until she was almost lightheaded from it. Theirs had always had an intense connection, but this was unreal.

Jamie stepped back from where he had her pinned against the wall and moved her toward the table. His voice rough, he said, “Bend over for me.”

Cora raised an eyebrow as he pulled out of her. Jamie hadn’t been quite this authoritative when they had been together before. This was new...and pretty fucking hot.

She let her legs slide down to the ground and then moved toward the table. Cora leaned forward on wobbly legs, bracing her arms on the kitchen table, her ass in the air. Turning her face, she watched him as he moved behind her.

When she felt the head of his cock teasing her opening, she rocked back against him. When he gave her a light slap on the ass and said, “Don’t move those hips,” she gave a shocked gasp. As a light sting morphed into a tingling warmth, she couldn’t help but moan.