Page 77 of Shadow Dance

She shifts restlessly, tugging on the hem of my t-shirt until I peel it off and toss it aside. Maeve’s lips part as she stares, her fingertips brushing over my torso. Pink tinges her cheeks. She’s never seen me like this because we’re never truly alone.

I unbutton her silk blouse, pushing it over her shoulders to reveal a black lace bra. The nearly transparent fabric does nothing to hide the blush of her nipples, or how hard they are. I palm them, gently squeezing as I kiss her again. It feels so good to take my time, to kiss her the way I want, with no threat of anyone seeing us.

Maeve’s breath catches when my lips leave hers to trail down her neck. Her skin is soft and smooth, and I savor every inch as I move lower, feeling her heart flutter beneath the delicate hollow of her throat. I’m licking the swell of her tits, fumbling for the clasp in the back of her bra, when she reaches down and unhooks it from the front.

Chapter 23

Maeve

Jaime’s eyes darken as my breasts spill free. He takes them in his hands, firmer this time, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak of one nipple as he licks the other. Warm, liquid pleasure ripples through my nerve endings and I stifle a moan, my insides turning to lava as I press myself further into his lips. The gentle tugging of his teeth combined with the soft suction of his mouth feels so good it almost hurts.

My hands fist in his hair, urging him closer as he tastes and teases me. I’ve wanted this for so long.

He lifts his face after a moment, his lips leaving my nipples wet and swollen. “You okay?”

Nodding, I shrug out of the bra and let it fall to the bed before I reach for Jaime’s beautiful face. I don’t know what the next week or month holds, but right now, in this sliver of time and space, he’s mine. I’m his.

“You’re shaking,” he says, brushing a kiss over my jaw.

“Because I want you,” I whisper. And because I haven’t had a first time in a long time, especially with someone who makes me feel like this. I like Jaime, a lot. I’m trying not to think too much about it because I’ll be gone by this time next week. And while nothing could stop me from leaving, the thought of not seeing this man when he’sbecome the most constant thing in my life hurts more than I’m willing to admit.

I pull him into another, deeper kiss, pressing my breasts against him while I explore the contours of his back, tracing the lines of muscle beneath his soft skin. When I start to circle my hips, seeking more friction, he surges up and flips me onto my back. Kneeling between my legs, he unbuttons my jeans and tugs them down until I lift my hips to help him get them off.

Jaime stands beside the bed, staring at me as he takes off his jeans. No one is perfect, but he’s pretty damn close. His shoulders are broad and his chest defined, the muscles beneath his golden-brown skin shifting as he moves. I trace the contours of his torso down to the sculpted ridges of his abs, the lines of his obliques etched deep, and lower still, to his dick, straining against the fabric.Oh, shit. It’s, well. Huge.

My heart flip-flops crazily in my chest. Palming himself roughly, Jaime climbs back onto the bed and onto me, his kissesdeep and wanting. I wrap myself around him until we’re pressed so close I can feel every part of him, from his heartbeat to his dick throbbing between my thighs. I push my hips up, gasping softly as he grinds against me.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I whisper, kissing him. “Please.”

He pulls my panties down and parts my thighs, sliding his fingers into my wetness. His mouth returns to my neck, hot and demanding and wet as he plays languidly with my pussy. “Oh,” I moan, my back bowing when his finger slips inside, and then another, filling me as he takes my mouth with a drugging, possessive kiss that bruises my lips.

“You’re beautiful,” he says breathlessly, nipping me like he can’t help it. “So fucking beautiful.”

“I don’t feel very beautiful.”

“You are.” He brushes my clit with his thumb. “I’ve always thought that. I’ve thought about you so many times, just like this.”

“I’ve thought about you, too,” I manage to gasp and then I’m coming, my hips jerking off the bed as I fuck his fingers. His mouth is back on my nipple, sucking it so hard it hurts. “Jaime!”

I want him inside me, right now. I want him to fuck me so hard that I forget everything but the two of us. Overcome with the heavy ache ofdesire, I reach into Jaime’s boxers and squeeze his dick. He thrusts into my hand, his dark eyes burning into mine as he hovers over me. I knew he was packing, but to actually feel it is another story.

Kneeling between my legs, he rolls on a condom and pulls me closer. He wraps my thighs around his hips and, leaning forward, slowly begins to enter me. Gasping, I arch my back, overwhelmed by the feel of him, thesizeof him. His grip tightens on my hips and he lifts me a little, pausing to mouth my nipple. “Can you take it?” I feel him pulse inside me, the burn of him stretching me sweetened by the desperate need I have to be filled by him.

I nod, biting my lip as I try to relax. I mean,come on. This isn’t my first rodeo.

He rocks in and out, shallow thrusts that feel so good even though I know he’s not even halfway inside. “You’re so small,” he groans, the cords in his neck straining as he tries to hold back.

“I’m not.” I laugh, and the movement pushes him out altogether. I’ve been called a lot of things, but small isn’t one of them.

Putting me on my back, he spreads my pussy with his thumbs and runs his tongue up my slit. His stubble rubs roughly against my inner thighs as he eats me out with sloppy abandon, holding me open like I’m a piece of fruit to be devoured. I sink my fingers into his soft, dark hair, pleasure rocketing through my body when his long, thick fingers start stretching me again. He keeps going when I come, even when I push his head and beg him to stop because it’s too sensitive. He licks me until I’m writhing beneath his tongue again, another orgasm rolling through me with exquisite intensity.

I’m so wet, so raw and open, that when he holds my knees open this time and nudges his dick inside, he fills me with one thrust. “Fuck,” he whispers, peppering my neck with kisses as he starts riding me hard and slow. “You feel so good.”

“You too,” I manage, clinging to him as he rocks into me.I had no idea. No idea.This is so different than what I’ve been fantasizing about, so much better than what I imagined when it was just me and my desperate fingers. “So good.”

I fall open wider, lifting my knees, and he sinks deeper before withdrawing and doing it again, and again, and again. Our eyes meet for a second and he shakes his head, like he needs to say something, but I justdig my heels into him and clutch his back and tighten around him until he can barely move.

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