Catch a Falling Star (Second Chances Book 3) by Merry Farmer Read Free Book Online Page A

was she enjoying him. He returned the favor with an appreciative groan.
    “I love the way I feel inside of you,” he told her exactly what was on his mind. He may not have known what women thought while they were having sex, but he damn sure knew what he thought. “I love the way you squeeze me.”
    “Mmm, like this?” She contracted her inner muscles around him. The friction was exquisite.
    “God, yes.” She was dead honest with him so he would be dead honest with her. “Just like that.”
    “How do you feel about this?” she gasped, dragging her nails down his back to press into his backside.
    “Like I might come before you’re ready and spoil everything.”
    The honesty of his statement was like a smack in the face, it was so out of character for him. It made his chest ache, his throat tighten. More so when she gently moved her hands to spread her palms across his back, pulling him back from the edge.
    “We wouldn’t want that, now would we?”
    Ben paused, holding himself above her and gazing down into her eyes. She smiled at him with humor and desire and such genuine caring that his heart squeezed in his chest. How long had he been alone without even realizing it?
    With renewed thrusts aimed to give her as much pleasure as he was getting, he kicked the dismal thought so far out of his mind that it would take weeks to come crawling back. He had every intention of giving her as incredible an experience as she’d given him, but his mind and body has other plans. It felt far too good to rock and pulse inside of her as she sighed and writhed against him to pull out for more foreplay. She didn’t seem to mind. She caressed his back with eager hands and fingers, as if getting off on the experience in her imagination. He was willing to bet she had a devil of an imagination. He would have to read her books to see if he was right.
    There wasn’t much point in thinking after that. They were both enjoying themselves too much. He repositioned her and himself so that he could pump into her and look at her at the same time. She gasped at the change in angle and let her arms fall to the side, lifting her hips so that he could take her more fully. Her nipples were rosy and tight, and her mouth relaxed in an open sigh. But it was her eyes that captivated him. She had them closed at first as she soaked in her passion. Then she opened them, meeting his.
    She smiled. A tiny glimpse through the romance novel character she was playing and into her true self. She was winking at herself and the game they were playing. It sucked him under. His blood had never pumped so hard, and the rest of him thrust with abandon. He met her smile for smile, holding her gaze until he was too close to coming to focus. He shifted again so that his whole body rubbed against hers with his frantic thrusts. His orgasm crept up on him, firing through his entire groin and shooting through him like a volcano. He cried out with the force of it, pleasure doubling as she moaned as well. Maybe she was faking, maybe not, but damn, it felt good.
    His exhaustion afterwards was ten times more powerful that second time than the first. He relaxed on top of her with a sigh, too sated to even pull out. She must not have minded. She curled a leg around his hips and squeezed to hold him inside. He could get used to this.
    “Wow!” she panted, hands playing across his back. “Has anyone ever told you that you are absolutely amazing in bed?”
    A sharp wince raced through him. Only when they want something, love . He forced himself to smile against her shoulder, rolling to his back but keeping her with him. That was it. He had to see her again, distant house in Maine or not.
    “They might have.” He stroked her disheveled hair and straining up for a light kiss. He sank back and pulled the used condom off, discarding it so that he could cradle her against him.
    She laughed and settled in his embrace. “Well it’s true. You’re superb. You’re amazing. You have