Billionaire's Second Chance (Billionaires #16) - Jennifer Hartley Page 0,15

the smell of the bouquet. Her smile was intoxicating. It made her whole face light up as if she were the sun, and the moon, and all of the stars combined.

“Your smile is so beautiful,” I said.

“Don’t,” she said. Her smile quickly faded. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Here at the farm?” I asked.

I didn’t move from where I was. Our shoulders were pressed up against each other as we both held onto the fresh wooden boards against the wall. I had already nailed them in, and we probably didn’t even need to still be holding them. I was pretty sure the patch would stay up by itself now if we let it go.

“No, not the farm,” she said. “Here.”

I knew what she meant. But I didn’t care. I let go of the wooden board and reached for her hand, causing her to have to let go, too. “Clara,” I whispered.

She shook her head as if she were trying desperately not to give in to this—to me. Then the look in her eyes changed. Suddenly, instead of looking at me with the cold, empty, emotionless glances that she’d been trying to hide behind since I got here, her sparkling hazel eyes darkened. It was as if she was no longer able to hide behind them anymore. Without hesitation and without warning, she reached both of her hands up to my face and pulled my mouth to hers. I was so shocked, so consumed by passion and desire for her, that I pushed my whole frame against her until I had her pinned between my body and the wall. I kissed her as if it were the last thing in life I ever wanted to do and grabbed her waist to pull her against me so that she could feel without question how badly I wanted her.

As our tongues encircled each other and my body pushed against her, I was blinded by the need to make love to her again—right here, right now, without giving a fuck about anything else.

“Clara,” I whispered between the breaths of our gnashing teeth and turning heads. “God, I want you so bad I can’t stand it.”

Everything in my body was throbbing and pounding, and I felt like I would die if I couldn’t be inside of her. But I waited. I wanted to pull her clothes off and mine. But I also didn’t want to do anything that would cause her to pull away again. I held her against me and kissed her, and I waited for her to need me too.

7

Clara

I couldn’t believe this was happening again—here, with my brother in the farmhouse next door. He could walk out and see us in here at any moment. And I knew that this shouldn’t be happening a second time. But damn it, I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted DeShawn. I needed him. My body needed him so badly that I was shaking. Even when he took my hand, I tried to stop myself, but I couldn’t. Whatever it was that was between us, that had always been between us, was stronger than my ability to stay away from him.

Even so, I wasn’t ready to admit that I needed him yet, not this much. I kissed him and felt his hands on me. I felt the swelling, hard mass between his legs that pushed against my thighs and made me quake even more than I already was. It was pointless for me to try to resist him because it was only drawing out the inevitable. We both needed each other, and we were both well past the point of being able to pull back the reins on it.

But we had to be quiet so that we could listen for my brother. He couldn’t find us in here, not doing this. As soon as my hand reached to unbutton his pants, DeShawn pulled my shirt over my head, and we both made quick and quiet work of tossing every last bit of clothing between us aside. It was warm enough inside the stables that I wasn’t shaking from the cold. I was shaking from the anticipation of that tantalizing moment that he would push his massive cock inside me. As if on cue, DeShawn wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up onto his waist. I circled my legs around him as he pressed my back against the wall that we had just worked on fixing together. And then, in what was one of the hottest, most passionate