Page 107 of Shea's Hero

Her hand strokes my cheek. “Always, Oll.” With a quirk of her lips, she adds, “Remember. You’re never getting rid of me.”

“I’ll never want to, Shea. Ever.”

Lowering my head again, I trace my tongue along the damp trail I created, lingering between her legs to lap at her core. Her skin is flushed and slick with arousal, her sensitive bud swollen and exposed.

As I pull the little bundle of nerves between my lips and suck at it, Shea’s hips jerk up and she lets out a low moan. “Oh.” Her fingers tighten in my hair. “Oh. That’s…”

But then I suck harder, and her words trail off. Her hands clutch the blanket beneath her. The muscles in her inner thighs quiver.

I place one hand over her stomach, holding her down gently. With the other, I plunge one finger inside her, feeling her inner walls pulling me deeper. Then I add a second finger, pumping them in and out slowly at first, then faster.

Shea’s breaths come faster, and she’s making these incredibly sexy sounds—half moan, half whimper—as I bring her closer and closer to the edge.

I love seeing Shea like this, so unrestrained, her pleasure a visible thing, and knowing it’s because of me.

It’s always been special, making love to Shea, but now it’s even better.

Now I’m making love to my future wife. Soon to be myactualwife in just under three months. We picked January twenty-eighth, which isn’t the typical time of year to get married, but it’s the anniversary of the day we met.

The anniversary of when my life changed forever.

So I can’t think of a better time to take Shea as my wife.

“Oliver.” There’s a note of desperation in Shea’s voice. “I need more. Please.” She half sits up and grabs my biceps. “This is… I love it. But I need you inside me.”

Just like everything else Shea asks for, I don’t hesitate.

Moving up her body, I notch myself at her center. Then I hold myself up with one arm while I cup her cheek with the other. “You won’t hear me complaining about that. It’s my favorite place in the world to be.”

Her eyes glint with humor. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Indeed.

So I do exactly as Shea asked.

With my hand still on her face, still holding her gaze, I slowly sink deep inside her. And although we’ve made love hundreds of times, it never, ever gets old. It always feels just as perfect. It always feels like coming home.

Shea’s legs wrap around me, linking us together.

I pull almost completely out, then plunge back down, filling her completely.

Her hips tilt up to meet mine, and I can feel her inner walls squeezing around me.

And when I look at her, hair splayed across the pillow, her eyes fiery blue, her cheeks and chest flushed with arousal, my heart feels like it’s about to explode from the overwhelming emotions swelling inside it.

While I love bringing Shea pleasure, there’s nothing like this. Being joined with her, feeling her arousal as it grows more intense, the muscles fluttering as she moves closer and closer to ecstasy.

As we move faster, coming together in a frenzied rhythm, the pressure builds inside me, coiling, getting hotter and more insistent. My whole body is alive with need, each brush of Shea’s skin against mine setting off sizzles of electricity.

I tilt Shea’s hips so I can go even deeper, hitting that hidden spot, and she arches her back as she moans, “I’m so close. Oh. I need… Just?—”

But I know what she needs.

Reaching between us, I find her little bud again and rub it fast and hard, just the way she likes.

Then I thrust home once more.

She explodes around me.

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