Second Chance With Me - S. Moose Page 0,8

the last remaining walls around my heart.

I smile and lean in to whisper against his lips, “I told you I’m not leaving you. I keep my word. You’re mine, Clayton.”

“Just like you’re mine.”

“Yes.”

His fingers trace along my bottom lip, and he presses his lips on mine for a gentle kiss. “When we first met, I didn’t think anything would happen between us. As you know, I have my own demons, and it scares me to know how much I love you because, Ashley, I love you so damn much. I feel that since you’ve been in my life, my heart’s healing. I’m a better man because of you.”

My body trembles from his kiss and his words. I don’t interrupt him, and he continues.

“I think about you all the time. You’re my first thought in the morning and the last smile I see at night. Not a day goes by when I don’t wonder about our future and what it holds for us. I want to take away all your insecurities and throw them in the ocean because you don’t need to feel that way again. If you do, let me know, let me in, and I’ll heal those feelings like the way you’ve healed my heart.”

I’ve never felt as alive as I do right now. His lips go to mine, and without breaking our kiss, he leads me inside. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he lifts me and carries me into the bedroom. When he places me on the bed, he lifts my shirt and places his lips on my body, fondling my breasts and taking his time to cherish me.

“Oh, yes,” I moan, throwing my head back as my body shudders from this moment.

“I can’t get enough of you,” Clayton tells me as he slides my shorts down my legs and runs his fingers along my entrance. “Always ready for me.”

“Clayton, please.”

He slowly rubs his thumb against my clit and slides two fingers in a way that makes my body scream for more. I’m on cloud nine. That’s the only way to explain the pleasure he’s giving me. He starts moving his fingers faster, pulling me to the edge and letting me fall into a blissful state.

“Tell me, Ashley, what do you want?”

He places his hands on the side of my head, holding himself up, and stares at me. When he lowers himself, we kiss, and I slowly lose myself to him. I don’t want this moment to end.

“I want you to make love to me. I want you to hold me after and tell me how you feel.”

Clayton kisses me again and smiles before slowly pushing himself inside me. I let out a small gasp and pull him down to me. I open my mouth to him and slowly slip my tongue into his mouth. He does the same. Our tongues dance while he finds an even rhythm as he pushes himself inside me.

“You feel so good,” he whispers in my ear while picking up the pace. I hear him moaning with me, and he continues to make sweet love to me. “Don’t leave me.”

“I’ll never leave you, Clayton. I promise.”

Then I feel the buildup, and I dig my nails into his back.

“Shit, Ashley.”

The orgasm builds quickly and takes me down with it. The rush of pleasure sweeps over my body, and in seconds, he’s calling out my name, and my body vibrates from the intensity of him.

He starts to kiss my neck, and I giggle. I love these moments with him. We get up to use the bathroom, and I come back into his bedroom and slip on one of his T-shirts.

“You should wear my shirts more. It looks good on you.”

“You think so?” I twirl around and feel his arms pull me into his chest. “I guess so.”

“I love you, Ashley. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. Hell, I don’t think I’ve been in love. This is new to me. Everything you’re doing is something I haven’t felt.”

I have no idea what to say. I’m speechless. Everything this man is saying is making me love him more.

“I’ve known since the first day you walked into the coffee shop. If you let me love you, I know I’ll love you forever. The way you look at me with your beautiful brown eyes and the way you smile at me when I do something so small. Promise me again that you won’t leave me.”

“I promise.”

I bury my face in his neck, and he holds me