“Oh yes, you can, Lia. You can come again and again and again…” With that, his lips traveled up her legs and he began showing her exactly what he meant.
“Shane…” she cried as his hands caressed her legs, his fingers skimming her skin, causing her flesh to tremble.
“I’ve pictured sinking into you a thousand different times. I’ve imagined the two of us entwined together in my bed…your bed…hell, on top of the Golden Gate Bridge. I love your soft curves, the way your h*ps flare and your waste narrows. I love the rise of your br**sts, and the expressive look in your eyes. There isn’t anything about you I don’t idolize,” he said as he kissed the small swell of her stomach, then ran his tongue up to her belly button and gently nipped the skin there.
“I feel the same way, Shane. I’ve wanted you for so long,” she groaned.
Her breathing deepened as he lifted her arm and ran wet kisses from her palm to her shoulder, touching erogenous zones she’d never known she had. Never had a man worshipped her so fully, made her feel so womanly.
“I’ve fought against taking you — what a fool I’ve been. If I had known how good it would be, I would have burned in a glorious blaze with you that night we were at the hotel together.”
“Yes…”
His hands ran through her hair while he turned her neck and sucked on the skin at the base of her throat. He was touching her everywhere, kissing every pulse point, building up her desire slowly and surely to the point of explosion.
Lia twisted around, desperate for her turn to taste Shane. He’d denied her the privilege earlier, and now she refused to heed his protests. Thrusting him onto his back, she trailed her fingers down his chest as she bent forward and tasted the hard muscles, then inched lower and lower.
Shane groaned when she reached his stomach, her fingers trailing across his h*ps as she licked the skin at his pelvis bones. He was so defined, with his six-pack abs and sharp hips. She squeezed the top of his bu**ocks as she moved even lower, the dim light allowing her to see his spectacular erection.
“You’re so beautiful, Shane, so solid and thick. I’ve wanted to taste you on my tongue for as long as I can remember,” she whispered, smiling as a shudder passed through him.
“Lia…” he groaned as her fingers encircled his thick flesh and ran up and down the length of him in slow, steady strokes, her thumb brushing across the head of his arousal.
“Please…” he begged, and she knew what he wanted.
Bending down she ran her tongue across the red skin of his moist head, tasting his preliminary drops of pleasure on her tongue before encircling him with her mouth and greedily sucking him as deeply inside as she could. As she tasted him, she grew hungrier, unable to get enough as her movements quickened and she pressed her head swiftly down and then up again.
His breathing quickened; his stomach quivered. She was making this big, strong man weak, and she couldn’t get enough of him. Grasping him tightly in her fingers, she lubricated his staff with her tongue as she sucked him deep into her mouth.
“Enough…” he cried out and his hands gripped her head to stop her. As much as she wanted to keep tasting him, she wanted him buried deep inside her more. Obeying his command, she rose up and positioned her body over his, easily sliding onto his wet staff.
“Protection…” he groaned as she slid down him. With a groan, she pulled off and allowed him to sheath himself before she quickly surrounded his strength again.
Shane grabbed her by the back and pulled her forward, kissing her with raging hunger while she moved up and down his powerful staff. Her own body was on fire from the stunning sensual feast of their lovemaking.
As he grabbed her h*ps and started controlling their movements, she felt herself sliding out of control. It wasn’t long before she was ready to explode again.
As Shane pushed up hard inside her, Lia splintered, colors spraying behind her closed eyelids. He gasped and groaned as he, too, found release for himself. With not an ounce of energy left inside of her, Lia collapsed against his damp chest, then practically purred as he rubbed up and down her spine with his comforting hands.
“Thank you for that, Lia. It was so much more than I could have ever imagined,” he said as he kissed her temple.
Feeling completely indulged, Lia curled up against Shane and seemed to drift through time and space. It was more than she’d imagined as well. Now, they wouldn’t have to fight these feelings. Now, they could be together all the time, maybe for all time.
With those thoughts, Lia let exhaustion carry her away. She fell into a blissful slumber, still connected with Shane through fairy-tale dreams of happily ever after.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
“Time to wake up. We have a full day ahead of us.”
Ari grumbled and rolled over as she tried to tune out the sound of Rafe’s voice. It had to be some ridiculous hour of the morning, and she refused to get out of bed. Didn’t he have work to do?
“Rise and shine. Come on, Ari — you can do it.” The obvious smile in his voice made her want to throttle him. She wasn’t a morning person on the best of days, but when she’d had only a few hours of sleep, she was especially grumpy.
She’d received only a little sleep the night before last, and then spent yesterday recovering from her adventure with Rafe’s sisters. As she thought about yesterday, Rafe’s kiss with the slutty girl at the pool came flooding back, and she pulled the pillow over her head. She had no desire whatsoever even to speak to him.
He hadn’t come back to their room last night, so he’d most likely spent it with the blonde bimbo. Well, Ari didn’t care. He could do whatever he wanted. It wasn’t as if she liked him or anything, she thought angrily.
When the covers on the bottom of the bed moved, she seriously thought about kicking him as he exposed her feet. The room was a bit chilly and she just wanted a couple of hours of additional shut-eye; she certainly didn’t want to think about him.
“If you leave me alone, I promise to not kill you.”
“Ah, Ari, you can’t stay mad at me forever. I have a lot planned today. I don’t normally apologize, but I may have been out of line yesterday. I wasn’t into that woman at all. I was just pissed off about you and the bachelor party.”
Ari was shocked to hear him admit to jealousy. Was he telling her the truth? Could he truly have been acting out of some weird need for revenge, and not from lust for someone else? Did it matter? He was still slime.