Page 46 of Scent of Home

“Shane, I’m trying to show you that I’m interested in you. I would like to get naked with you. But, and this shames me right down to my bones, I’m also protecting myself from all future spiders because I’m not a fan.”

Shane opens and closes his mouth, but in the end, he turns away, leading me up the trail. We pass my cabin and then get to his. Before he can send me away, I wrap my arms around him and smile.

“Can I please have a drink?”

“No.”

“Aww, come on, Shane, don’t be mean.”

“Go home-”

“Brayson would get me a drink.”

Shane goes still and quiet, then he leads me into his cabin. I stand in the doorway while he turns on the lights, and…wow.

Every surface is covered in paper. There are books everywhere, there is paper everywhere. I honestly have no idea how he lives here. I’ve opened the wrong door and would vanish into a void, a paper-filled void, with scratchy handwriting.

I inch deeper into the cabin and catch sight of several sketches on a board on the wall. They’ve been pinned up, but the paper is all scrunched up. It’s obvious they are holding a place of value in this chaos. I don’t think Shane drew them. I think Bray drew them. They are very similar in style to the ones in Bray’s shop.

Interesting.

Shane reappears without his jacket and rolls his flannel sleeves up, revealing tanned forearms.

“These are very good.” I point to the sketches.

Shane growls and walks up to me, seizing my hips. “Is that what you want?” he rumbles and pulls my ass back against his hips.

“Well, I said I wanted a drink. I wasn’t lying, but I would never turn down a roll on the…um, paper with you.”

Shane grabs my wrists and drags them up, placing my hands on the wall.

“Stay there,” he barks.

I shudder and stay still as he scoops up the skirt of my dress. Cold air hits my legs, and I peer over my shoulder.

“No foreplay?”

Shane says nothing.

Nothing.

It’s starting to unnerve me.

He just drops to his knees, licks up the back of my thigh, and then sinks his teeth into my ass cheek.

I jolt and groan, the smart words I had lined up vanish in a moment. He licks over the throbbing spot, and then his hot, huge hands slide up my thighs from the back of my knees and grip my asscheeks, squeezing and pulling them apart.

He sinks his teeth into the other one. I yelp and struggle, but he slaps my ass hard enough to make me still in shock.

“Stay still.”

I had no idea this was in him. I’m shocked.

I shuffle my feet, but he pinches my butt until I let out a whine.

Why is this so hot? Why are my nipples so achingly hard? No one has ever dared to do anything like this to me. Shane continues to bite and nibble, squeezing and groping, moving ever closer to the goal.

He nudges my legs, and I spread them wider. His hands return to my ass and roam up, putting pressure on my spine. I tingle and ache everywhere. I just want to scream at him to put him mouth on my-

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