A Second Chance at Love: A Hometown Hero Series Novel by Clare Connelly Read Free Book Online Page B

simply, grabbing his arousal with both hands and exclaiming as she felt its warmth and firmness. “Please, Harrison,” she moaned.
    He hesitated. The rock on her finger kept catching his eye. He was torn between his complete need for her, and his black and white view of how the world should be. His hands were on her breasts, his head pushed back, his chest rising and falling as temptation warred with righteousness.
    Madeline pushed aside the scrap of underwear and lowered herself onto his length, her eyes on his, daring him to challenge her. Daring him to object. He didn’t. His firm, calloused hands gripped her hips and held her tight and low, screwing her down, until he felt himself be absorbed completely by her body.
    Madeline cried out softly and swivelled her hips, remembering the sense of him fulfilling her completely. “Yes,” she whispered. “God, yes.” She threw her head back, and finally, she looked like the woman he had once known and loved. Filled with passion and lust and desire and pleasure.
    Harrison lifted his body, thrusting further into her, and as pleasure filled him, so did anger. Anger at what she’d taken away, and the shallow reasons she’d had for leaving him. He lifted his legs and bucked her sideways, rolling them both to the ground in a none too gentle manner. Madeline glared at him as they fell, a tangle of limbs, to the timber floorboards.
    But Harrison was on top of her, where he loved to be, thrusting into her, driving her crazy, before she could even formulate a complaint. He watched as she came beneath him, her body thrashing, her head whipped from side to side, as her nails dug into his back. He laughed, for the sheer thrill of feeling her again, then, he stretched as far as he could, to reach his bottom desk drawer. He felt in the darkness for the cold metal he sought, and smiled when his fingers grasped it.
    Madeline had barely recovered from her intense orgasm when he clipped his spare set of handcuffs around her slender wrists, and tethered them to the leg of the sofa.
    Her blue eyes flew wide in surprise. “What are you doing?” She demanded through gritted teeth.
    “Making you wish you’d never left me,” he said evenly, his eyes rich with desire, his erection heavy inside her. Her arms were stretched above her head, and he removed himself, just so that he could pull her across the floor, stretching her body away from the sofa. She watched, her pulse raging through her body, as he donned protection and slipped inside her once more. With her arms constrained, she couldn’t grab his shoulders as she wanted to, she could only kick her legs as pleasure tore through her. And it did. It ripped through her body in a way that threatened to pull her apart.
    Harrison smiled as she came again, holding her close, kissing her neck, her cheek, and then, her lips.
    He lowered his mouth to her breasts, and tormented her over-sensitive flesh, all the while, her arms remained above her head, held in place by the cuffs he’d never used in such a way before. She shuddered beneath him, her whole body quivering from an overload of sensations.
    “You looked so prim the other day. So untouchable. All I wanted to do was make you feel like this. To remind you that you have a humanity beneath that ice lady act.”
    She closed her eyes. “It’s not an act,” she said desperately. “That’s who I am now.”
    “Like hell it is,” he contradicted fiercely. To prove his point, he pulled out of her once more, with utter regret, as his own release was so close he was shaking. But he lowered his mouth to her core and lashed her heat with his tongue, pressing his hands into her legs to keep them hard against the floor, when she would have lifted them in response to his ministrations.
    She cried out as feelings began to tremble through her. “Harrison, stop!” She moaned, pulling hard at her arms, trying to move her legs. He smiled against her flesh, and kissed her again, driving her wild with his