At Second Glance by Vicki Ballante

At Second Glance
Vicki Ballante


Four years after her divorce, Merryn
decides she’s ready to find someone. Joining an online singles site, she
connects with the perfect guy. Funny, sexy, sensitive. When he suggests they
meet, excitement compels her to say yes.
Kirk pines for his ex-wife, but
realizes he must move forward. After several stimulating online chats, he
believes she might be the one for him. Smart, sexy, willing to experiment and
learn. But when he happens across his ex, all his plans fly out the window.
Will Merryn learn to relax and have
fun without giving her heart? Can Kirk forget the past and become the man he
longs to be?
While the warm spray fell on her, he came up
behind her, his male form tight against her. She gave a shaky sigh, longing
rising within her again. He pressed his erection against her backside cheeks
and eased in between them. She liked the sensation of pressure against her butt,
teasing her crack. Was she ready to explore this?
“Tell me if you wish for me to stop.”
He kissed the back of her neck, the roughness
of his slight stubble sending shivers down her spine. She arched her neck, and
his cock hardened, entering her crack, enticing her. She twisted under his
touch, the water making them slick and smooth against each other. Their bodies
writhed together, and she spun around for him to put his dick into her. Her wet
breasts rubbed his chest. He gave her a tentative kiss, tasting her mouth with
his tongue. Fire shot into her belly as their tongues connected, but he didn’t
thrust into her yet. As he slicked his torso against her nipples roughly,
tingles of pleasure made delirium take over. Every part of her sexuality
“Wait.” He stepped out of the shower, dripping
wet puddles on a path to the room. He came back with another condom.
Her body was impatient. How could she wait? He
came back to her and picked up where he left off, this time bringing his cock
towards her. She had to stand on her tiptoes to take him inside her. With the
moisture of the shower, he sank in with ease, the angle sending shards of
pleasure through her core. He thrust gently at first, then more fervently. She
could do nothing but groan as she climaxed, the sound of Kirk’s moans matching
hers, his body thrashing against hers.
Exhausted, she soaped herself with her back to
him, unable to face Kirk yet. She felt almost embarrassed at the way her wanton
behavior took over.
Would he know how long she had wanted this? How
she wished she had given them more of a chance? Or how much she still needed
him? Could he know she’d dreamed about him at night in her sleep? Upon waking
up, she’d regarded those dreams as crazy remnants of a disturbed marriage.
He picked up a facecloth and foamed it with
soap. He rubbed it down her back, arms, legs, and derriere, all the while
touching her gently with his body. Oh, how good his touch felt. Why couldn’t he
have done this before, when she really needed it? The intimacy brought tears to
her eyes, clogging her throat.
His reached his soaped hands around and cupped
her breasts. She sighed with contentment. She’d needed his touch, his hands
upon her in a perfect combination of firmness and gentleness. He showed no
impatience or roughness except at their height of passion. Instead giving off
all warmth and fire and sweet pleasure.
Was it the wretched wedding ring that had wrung
out all the passion? Or had she changed? And he? There were no solid answers.
She’d promised herself there wouldn’t be any emotional attachment. She had to
leave before she wanted to stay the whole night. Without giving away her sudden
panic, she stood under the spray to rinse, stepped out, grabbed a towel, and
dried herself. While he soaped himself, she dressed and sat on the couch to
wait for him, rubbing her hair with her fingertips to take out the intense
moisture. Panic rose in her throat.
“Hi.” He came to the room, his hair glistening,
his face relaxed, and a shy grin on his face.
A twinge of nausea ran through her. What had
she just done? She’d made love to Kirk, her ex-husband, twice in one night, and
had intimate contact in the shower. She’d bared a very personal need and part
of her soul to the man she’d grown to hate years ago. He would expect more. His
tenderness a few minutes ago had indicated that. She wasn’t ready for more.
She’d already given him a part of her heart again. A part he could wring into a
hurtful ball.
Author Bio:
Vicki writes erotic and fantasy romance. She loves taking her characters
into an alternate world where strange and sexy things happen. She lives with
her patient husband and three noisy kids in South Africa.
In between being a busy stay-at-home Mom who hates housework and spends half
her life cooking everything from scratch, she runs several blogs, writes under
another name, and buries herself in the delightful world of her characters.
When growing up, her school friends asked her if she wanted to be a nun. She
always said “no.” Wonder whether they’d agree if they read her books.
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