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“So?”

“So don’t fuck this up, okay? Because that just might kill me.”

“No promises on fucking up in general. Fair warning, I’m a big believer in making at least ten mistakes a day and learning from all of them. But not one of those mistakes will ever have to do with letting you down, fucking you over or bringing you damage. You have my word on that, Shy girl. That’s the best I can do.”

“That’s enough.” For the first time that night, her face brightened with that special smile of hers, the kind that lit up the world. “And I promise you the same thing—mistakes galore, but never any that would deliberately hurt you. I would never want to hurt you or have you be hurt because…”

The air in the truck’s cab dwindled to nothing. “Because?”

“Because you matter to me.” She expelled a breath, as if that admission had cost her dearly, before she opened the door and slid out. “Ready to show me your place?”

Oh, the things she was about to be shown. “Let’s do it.”

Chapter Fourteen

Consequences

I wasn’t a neat freak by anyone’s standard, so when we moved from the garage into the kitchen I didn’t worry about the coffee mug and plate left in the sink from this morning. And I didn’t care there were file boxes on the dining room table that had come home with me from work. What I cared about was the faint half-smile playing around Shiloh’s lips as she looked around and took my home in. Whatever this place was, good, bad, or indifferent, it was all me, and I wanted to share it with her.

“I’m beginning to think I like being surprised by you.” Her expression was relaxed, even happy, and about a million light years from the freaked-out upset I saw in her when I first got to Buzzby’s. “I like your style. It’s kind of American traditional with a heavy nod to Sporty Jock Mancave.”

“Sporty Jock Mancave sounds about right.” Watching her take in her surroundings was even more fun than I thought it would be. “Whenever I have people over, we usually wind up out back hanging out around the barbecue pit. First snap of warm weather we get, I’m firing up the grill and throwing on some steaks and ribs.”

“I hope I’m invited. I make great sides, and I have a brisket recipe that would make you cry.” She came to a stop in the middle of the living room, her face flushed and eyes glittering in a way that made my body tense in hungry anticipation. “You know what else I’m good at, at least when I’m with you? Sex. I’m awesome at sex.”

Hell, yes, she was. “Nice segue,” I murmured, slowly circling around the loveseat on my way to her. My gaze never left hers, and the sense of stalking her, my delicious little prey, built the excitement to a fever pitch. “Real smooth.”

“I’m not good at playing games. Like everything else when it comes to sex, I’m afraid you’re going to have to teach me how it’s done.”

“That’s one lesson I’ll never teach you, because I’m never going to play those kinds of games with you. And I sure as hell don’t want you playing those games with me.” I rounded the coffee table covered in motorcycle magazines, before coming to a halt just in front of her. “Between the two of us, it always needs to be real. Can you do real, Shy girl?”

“With you, I can do anything.”

She melted into me even as I lowered my head to take her mouth. Devastating sweetness bloomed in my mouth, my head, my soul. Every part of who I was came alive whenever I kissed her, touched her, as if she held some magical ignition switch that fired up my entire being. My skin tingled with invisible fire, and I wanted to be burned alive with it as her arms came to twine around my neck.

The way she clung to me felt so good, so fuckingright, but it wasn’t enough. While keeping her mouth fused to mine I bent, locked my arms under her ass, and lifted her off the ground. The way her legs immediately wrapped around my waist sent my pulse into overdrive, a fact I couldn’t ignore since the throb of it centered in my hardening cock. My head swam as I headed down a short hall to the open door of my bedroom. I paused just long enough to turn on the overhead light, because there was nothing better than looking into Shiloh’s eyes when I entered her. That was my addiction, and I planned on indulging in it until I fucking OD’d.

We didn’t talk as we worked each other out of our clothing. There was an odd urgency thrumming between us, feeding off the other, until it felt like the world would end if we didn’t get flesh-to-flesh rightnow. Then it was happening, her nakedness sliding against mine as I coaxed her back onto the bed before following her down. I paused just long enough to retrieve a condom from the bedside table before returning to her, and my head all but exploded when she wrapped both her arms and legs around me in wholehearted welcome. I settled into the cradle of her thighs, and I knew I was home.

“I’d give everything I owned just to be where I am now.” The words left my mouth without any conscious direction, but that was okay because they were true. There were some things in this world that gave a man purpose, that made him believe there was a reason he’d been born. If he was lucky enough to find that purpose—the way I was—there was nothing left to do but hold on to that purpose with everything he had. “I might fill you, Shy, but I swear to Christ you fill me too, in ways I didn’t even know existed.”

“Fill me now,” she whispered, her half-lidded eyes looking right into mine. “Fill me, Romeo.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” I kissed her long and deep before hooking a hand behind one of her knees and bringing it high up against my side. Her other knee joined it on the other side of me, her pelvis tilting upward to meet my cock’s first thrust. Her moan mingled with mine as I plunged into her wet, hot depths, and my entire nervous system shivered in mindless delight at the tight, sweet fit. I paused, my climax trembling on a knife’s edge. Only when that roaring need for pleasure receded to a manageable level did I allow myself to move, sliding carefully in and out of the hot flesh gloving me.

“You need to get there quick, Shy girl.” I kept my eyes locked on hers, instead of closing them and drowning in pure sensation. I concentrated on her, because she was more important than my own pleasure. “I can’t hold back.”

“I don’t want you to hold back.”

“I want you with me.”

“I am.”

“Not the way I want.” I took one of her hands and slid it between us where our bodies merged. “Touch yourself and help me get you off, baby. I want to come, and I want you with me when it happens.”

“Sweet man,” she said, looking into my eyes as she moved to do as instructed. “You’re too sweet and good to be real.”

“I’m none of those things in the real world.” The stroking motions of her hand between us was an exquisite torture, and the mindless bliss began to eat away at my consciousness despite my best efforts to hold it back. “But for you, if that’s what you need, I can be good and sweet all damn day.”

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