Page 64 of Shea's Hero

“I was just thinking. What if we save the oil for the second time, too?”

“But I thought you wanted?—”

“I do. But I want you more. Just you. Inside me.” A touch of desperation strains my voice. “Please.”

He immediately sets the bottle aside. “Shea. Anything you want. Any time.”

“Then I want you.”

“Okay.” A smile curves his lips. “Then you have me.” A beat. “But I do have this oil.” Another beat. “And I would hate for it to go to waste.”

Then.

He smooths it over my breasts.

Moves over me.

Braces himself with those sexy arms. And that vein…

“I love that vein,” I blurt, no doubt making no sense at all.

Oliver looks at me with a bemused expression. “My vein?”

“The veins on your arms. They’re sexy. Don’t ask.”

He smirks. “Okay.”

Then his mouth comes to my breast. Licking. Suckling. Teasing my nipple with his tongue.

As my legs come apart of their own accord, he notches himself between them.

I take his hard length in my hand, guiding him forward.

Lifting his head from my breast, Oliver asks, “Are you sure you’re ready, Shea? I haven’t even?—”

“Yes.” Wrapping my legs around his hips, I thrust up, and he sinks inside me. At first, it’s tight, verging on painful, but after a moment, he’s a perfect fit.

“Shea.” Worry tinges his voice. “I was going to go slower. Did I hurt you?”

“No. You didn’t.” Rocking my hips, I let him settle in deeper. Pleasure courses through me, zips of electricity and heat and teases of ecstasy. “This is perfect.”

Bracing himself over me with one arm, he reaches down to find that sensitive bundle of nerves and rubs. Strokes. Caresses. Then he flicks at it, alternating between hard and soft, something else he remembers I love.

Oliver remembers everything.

So do I.

Like the way he likes it when I touch his nipples, or that spot at the nape of his neck. And the way he likes it when I tighten my inner walls around him, making him even harder.

And most of all, he loves when I keep my eyes open. So we can look at each other, seeing the feelingsright there, on full display.

As our movements shift from slow to frenzied, pressure builds inside me, desperate to get out. My thighs tremble and my breath comes faster. My heart races.

His neck is strained as he moves inside me, holding his own pleasure back as he plunges deep with every thrust. Those magical fingers pluck at my swollen bud, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Oll,” I gasp. “I’m so close.”

“Shea.” His gaze holds mine. And he says the sexiest thing ever. “Come for me, love. I want to feel you come apart around me.”

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