When You Were Mine [Second Chances 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Michelle Roth Page A

continued to squirm against him as he walked her into the bedroom. There was something utterly delicious about this new side to Jamie. In all the time that they’d been together before, he had always been gentle with her, controlled. She had always enjoyed herself, but never so much as the times that his careful control slipped a few notches. There was something to be said for rough, needy hands.
    When he tossed her into the middle of the bed, she gave another yelp of surprise, then quickly scooted up. Cora propped herself up on her elbows, as he crawled up the bed toward her.
    Jamie quickly moved on to the bed, stretching out beside her. Quickly they adjusted positions so that they lay facing each other. He reached down, pulling her thigh up to rest on top of his. His erection throbbed against her pussy.
    Cora pulled his mouth down to hers, nipping his lower lip between her teeth. When he let out a groan, she deepened the kiss. When their tongues tangled, she felt his hand slide into her hair. His fingers tangled in her blonde locks as he held her to him.
    He reached down, his other hand now gripping her ass, and ground himself against her. Sparks shot up her spine in response. With each slide of his rigid cock against her, he managed to make direct contact with her clit.
    He continued the steady thrusts, just rubbing against her, not quite penetrating. She tried to change the angle of her hips, to get more of the friction that she desperately wanted, but his hand held her in place. She whimpered against his mouth in protest, but in this position, he controlled everything. Cora used what little leverage she had, and flipped him onto his back. The look of surprise he gave her slowly morphed into a grin as she moved to straddle his hips.
    He released her hair and then moved both of his hands to grip her hips as she began to roll her hips against his. “Mm,” he said, clearly enjoying the feel of her slick skin against him. “Looks like someone’s greedy.”
    As the pleasure coursed through her veins, she moaned out, “I can’t help it.”
    “How about you slide that greedy pussy of yours down over my dick, sweetheart? Take what you need,” Jamie said, his voice rough with desire.
    Cora reached over to grab a condom off of the nightstand, then tore it open. She moved back slightly, rolled it over his straining erection and then agreed, “Why don’t I?”
    Seconds later, she sank down over him, causing them both to groan at the sensation. Her palms flat on his chest, she began to work herself up and down the length of him.
    “Lean forward, sweetheart,” he asked.
    Cora complied, leaning forward until her breasts brushed against his chest with every movement.
    Jamie wasted no time in capturing her mouth with his. This was no gentle exploration either. The kiss was raw, and savage. Tongues tangled, teeth clashed as they fought for dominance. It made her wonder what lay beneath the constant mask of control that he typically wore. She was determined to find out.
    Deliberately, she broke her mouth away from his, changed the angle of her hips and moved her hands up to his shoulders. Her clit rubbed against his pelvis with every stroke. As the pleasure mounted, she dug her nails into his skin and said, “Fuck. I love the way you fill me up!”
    As her nails continued to dig into his shoulders, he groaned and said, “Like that, baby. Just like that.”
    One of the hands that gripped her hips moved down and slapped her ass. Cora gasped as her hips pressed forward and sensation rippled through her like lightning. “Oh god,” she cried as the friction drove her to the edge of release. She was shocked when the feeling receded just as quickly, leaving her more needy than ever.
    Jamie continued to slap her ass, alternating spots, until she was panting with need. Cora was so on edge that she cried out with every roll of her hips. Instead of cresting, the pleasure just continued to mount.
    Without warning, Jamie flipped them