Second Chances (25 page)

April
stepped out of the bathroom wearing only Dusty’s borrowed shirt. The tails
reached her upper thighs, but each step fluttered the hem just enough to
glimpse at white panties underneath. Still damp, her long locks hung straight
down her back, swaying with each step and drawing attention to her slender
neck, pretty face, and perky breasts. Daylight from the evening sun streaming
through the bedroom window silhouetted April in a golden aura, like an angel.

Dusty
licked his lips and couldn’t tear his eyes off the blonde beauty walking toward
him. His dick hardened instantly and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer to
touch her, savor her, to make her his.

The
scare earlier today reminded him life could be short. Sure, he’d always known
the simple fact, but hadn’t pondered the vulnerable side of life since retiring
from the military. Now, he recalled how every moment became important when you
saw yourself and others as mere mortals. The thought of what could have happened
to April solidified his resolve. She was his. Now and forever.

“You
take my breath away.”

Blue
eyes lifted to meet his. “I don’t know what to say.” Curiosity and a modicum of
nervousness flashed across her face, only to be replaced by a healthy dose of
longing.

He
opened his arms. “Say you want me. Say you’ll stay with me. Say you’ll spend
the night with me.”

A
pregnant pause followed before April slowly smiled. “Yes, I want you, more than
you can know. Yes, I’ll spend the night with you, stay with you, for however
long you want me.” She stopped right in front of him, coyly looking up through
her lashes, a mischievous smile on her face.

He
enveloped her like a rare treasure, pulling her snug against his body, while
leaning down and sealing his lips over hers. When she didn’t immediately open
her lips, he licked the seam, then nibbled on the bottom one, earning a gasp.
Taking advantage, he slipped his tongue inside, found hers, and tapped.

She
wrapped her arms around his neck, angled her head, and met his exploration with
a welcoming passion that surprised him in intensity. His heart buoyed even as
his cock tightened to a near painful level. Deepening the kiss, he tasted her,
searching for her unique blend of sugar and spice, an intoxicating elixir he’d
craved since their first toe curling kiss. Drinking from her lips, he poured
emotion into the caress, showing her how he felt in the absence of words.

April
broke apart, her breathing ragged, her blue gaze locked on his. Taking
advantage of the space, he started unbuttoning his own shirt off her body. He
grinned wickedly.

“What
is it?” she asked in a whisper.

“I’ve
never removed my own shirt from a bedmate before.” He finished in quick fashion
and pushed the edges apart, revealing April’s modest, yet perky breasts. Unable
to resist, he cupped one beautiful orb in his hand, then leaned forward to
suckle the other.

April
gasped with a shiver.

He
lifted just enough to peer down at her face. “Do you like that?”

Her
wide eyes found his. “Yes. Definitely, yes.”

He chuckled
and resumed his attentions, licking until the raspberry nipple drew taut. Only
then did he switch to the other side, serving up delicious sensations intended
to get her fire burning until he could get down to more serious business.

When
the nipple popped out of his mouth, he took a moment to savor the results of
his work. Both breasts were damp, topped with tight peaks. Sensual heat covered
April’s face as her eyes sparked with need. A need he was fully prepared to
fulfill.

Pushing
his shirt off her, he let the garment fall to the floor, leaving her bare
except for her cotton bikini panties.

She
grasped his shirt and started tugging, finally releasing it from the waistband
of his jeans enough to slip her hands underneath. Lightly, she traced the contours
of his abdomen, then higher to his chest. He unbuttoned the material with
practiced ease just in time for her hands to brush over his pecs, discover his
nipples, and tweak them. He bit back a groan as he tossed the unwanted clothing
aside. April nuzzled the area, then flicked her tongue over it, mirroring his
actions from moments before.

His
erection throbbed.

Her
hands slid down his body, latched onto his waistband, then slipped the button
from the hole. Languidly, she lowered the zipper, and nipped his chest as his
jeans sagged.

“You’re
going commando.”

Her
softly spoken voice filled with awe. Boldly, she wrapped her fingers around his
shaft, testing his hardness while learning his overheated flesh.

A spear
of fire hit him square, causing him to swell impossibly more.

She
moved her thumb over his tip, found a bead of moisture, then rubbed the proof
of his arousal all around. Her breath hitched as she glanced up to meet his
gaze.

He
grappled for control. Between the look of avid appreciation and her hand
lightly exploring his cock, Dusty ground his teeth, determined not to rush.
Yet, he couldn’t help his body’s response, the gathering dew.

April
made him feel special, like he carried the power of the sun. At the same time,
her almost tentative caresses nearly brought him to his knees.

Swooping
down, he covered her mouth once more, aggressively treating her to a precursor
of what was to come. His tongue wrapped around hers as he ran his hands down
her torso, not stopping until he cupped the junction between her legs.

She
froze on a quick intake of air.

Feeling
the dampness beneath his fingers, he didn’t lift his hand. Instead, he poured
everything he could into the kiss, luring her back under his spell, ramping up
her arousal to hopefully match his. After only a moment, she leaned into him,
widened her stance a smidgen, and allowed him ample room to investigate.

He
didn’t waste a single second, first rubbing her through the soft material, then
dipping under, to touch the softest skin he’d ever encountered.

April
mewled and pressed into his caress, blatantly asking for more. Frustrated with
the hampered space, he grabbed the crotch of the material and tugged downward,
until the panties puddled at her feet. As she stepped out of the garment, he
replaced his hand, slid a finger between her folds, felt the abundant moisture,
and tunneled deeper. Still kissing her senseless, he levered one finger against
her entrance, then slowly pressed inward.

Heat
and tightness met him along with a misty shower.

His
patience at an end, Dusty pulled away, smiling when April whimpered in
disappointment.

“Don’t
worry, honey. There’s plenty more to come. After I put you in bed.” He nuzzled
her ear and teased one earlobe before scooping her up. Turning, he placed her
in the center of the mattress. She lay flat on her back, her hair spread out
like a halo. Her blue eyes raked his body, easily seen in the still bright
light of early evening. He paused for a second, letting her look her fill, then
turned to the bedside table. He opened the drawer, found a condom, and palmed
the foil wrapper in his hand. With quick movements, he opened the package,
before rolling the condom into place.

“Did
anyone ever tell you, you have the best rear in the county?”

Spinning
around, he found April on her side, her head propped on her hand, boldly
staring. He didn’t mind in the least.

“Just
my ass? Nothing else?” He grinned and waited, the unabashed prompt for
compliments helping him regain his control before the final round began.

She
smiled teasingly as her gaze traveled his body once more, then locked on his
erection. Her baby blues darkened to midnight as she ran her tongue over her
lips.

He
groaned softly, thoroughly enjoying her appraisal. In her eyes, he felt like an
immortal god.

“Well,
since you already have a big head…” Her words faded as a blush flashed across
her face.

He
laughed, climbing on the bed, not stopping until he covered her. Settling over
her, he kissed her nose, then lightly met her lips. “You go straight to my
head.”

She
snorted. “I’d say a place a bit lower.”

The
grin remained as he sat back on his heels. Reaching out with one hand, he
traced a path up the inside of her leg, all the way to the waiting cove of
treasure. Watching her face, he caressed her with one digit, gradually sliding
between her labia.

April
arched, her mouth opened, and more natural moisture released. She squirmed. He
moved his thumb into play, brushing across the small bundle of nerves.

April
whimpered. “Please. Please don’t stop.”

He set
his back teeth and strummed her again. Her hips bucked, shoving his fingers
into her channel and against a silky barrier.

Dusty
stilled immediately as he felt the membrane barrier blocking him from her
depths.
Surely not.
Very gently he
prodded, reinforcing his first thought.
Virgin.
Though he expected her to have limited sexual experience due to her rough
dating history, he’d never considered she might be an innocent.

“You’re
a virgin.” He didn’t realize he’d spoken out loud until she answered.

“Yes.”

He
stared down at her. Never before had she let a man touch her like this, enter
her. Yet, she lay nude before him, stretched on a rack of pleasure, and asking
for him to take her.

He
would be the first to touch her, to teach her, to show her how wonderful sex
could be.

A
mighty wave of possessiveness hit him.
Mine.

“Dusty?”

He
focused on her face, his digits still locked inside her core.

“I need
you. I want you. Please.”

In all
honesty, he should get up and walk away, wait until they were both level-headed
and cool in order to make such an important decision. But, nothing short of
Armageddon could tear him away and probably not even that. He’d never wanted
anything more in his life than to join his body with hers, push her to the
crest, and discover the depths of passion they each possessed for one another.

For a
fleeting second, he considered breaching her with his fingers, then immediately
discarded the idea. This situation called for sensitivity and intimacy.
Besides, he wanted to watch her face as he took her for the first time, transitioning
her body into full womanhood.

To
reach that moment, she needed as much pleasure as possible before his entry.

“You’ve
remained a virgin this long. Are you sure you want to do this now?” He offered
up one more chance to change her mind. His body protested the idea, but his
only concern lay with April. The last thing he wanted was her to regret a
spontaneous decision that would change her life forever.

“Yes.”

He
stared down at her, studying her expressions.

“I
never found the right man to be with. Until you. Now, I finally understand. All
that time I was simply biding my time until we met.” She ran her fingers up and
down his forearms, the only part of his body she could presently reach. “I
couldn’t ask for a better man than you.” Truth and sincerity carried in her
words. The corner of her mouth hitched up. “Besides, I think I love you.”

The
words formed in his mind, but he couldn’t verbalize them. Refusing to analyze
his feelings at the moment, he simply smiled and brushed his lips over hers. A
promise of things to come.

Unable
to turn away from such an admission, he sat back up and focused his attention
on the woman spread out before him. Come hell or high water, he’d ensure she
reached the moon in his arms.

Steeling
his resolve, he bumped her clit once more, earning a loud moan and reflexive
jerk. He played her skillfully, nudging her higher and higher, not stopping
until she fisted the sheets with a desperate strength, her body taut with need.
Only then did he move to cover her once more. “Bend your legs, April. Give me
room.”

She
immediately complied. He lowered his weight to his forearms, lined up their
bodies by feel, and nibbled on her lips. “Slowly, now,” he reminded himself.

With
steady pressure, he entered her channel, finding initial resistance and a
snugness he could quickly learn to crave.

“Hang
on.” He pressed forward trying to push through.

April
flinched, her hands flying to his sides. Her eyes closed as she braced herself.

“Look
at me.” Remaining absolutely still, he waited for her to comply. “Stay with me,
honey. Don’t look away. I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

She
nodded and locked her gaze with his.

He saw
the discomfort written clearly on her face and couldn’t bear to put her through
more pain than was inevitable. While proud he would be her first and only
lover, he hated knowing he would also bring her pain this first time. With a
muttered curse, he steeled himself for the inevitable. He pulled back slightly
and surged forward with power, breaking through.