Page 73 of Shea's Hero

Then again, do Iwanthim to be blasé about it?

No. Definitely not.

So to add a little something extra, I lazily stroke my nipple, teasing it into a hard peak. I watch Oliver’s eyes while I do it, enjoying the flare of heat in his gaze.

“Shea,” he says roughly.

“Yes?” With my other hand, I reach under my skirt—a short, flowy one that I bought specifically for Oliver to enjoy—and trail my fingers across the dampening lace beneath.

His gaze still glued to me, he practically rips off his clothes and flings them across the room. Then he stalks towards the bed like a panther intent on capturing his prey. His features are all hard lines and angles, the tendons in his neck pulled tight. Theblue of his eyes is so dark it’s nearly black. The intensity in them sets my body on fire.

As he climbs—no, more like prowls—onto the bed, he holds my gaze. “What do you think you’re doing?”

I sit back and spread my legs enough for him to see my fingers working between them. “Just getting ready,” I reply with a little smile. “Is that okay?”

“Shit, Shea. Do you know how sexy that is? Watching you pleasure yourself?”

My core throbs as arousal builds. “You know what’s even sexier?”

Bracing himself over me, he nips my neck before asking, “What?”

“Watching you make love to me.”

Oliver kisses my neck again, this time working his way down to my collarbone. “You’re right. Looking at you while we make loveisthe sexiest thing.”

“Then…” My legs fall apart even further. “What are you waiting for?”

In a solemn tone, he answers, “Silly me. Looking at my gorgeous girlfriend while she touches herself. I should have just leapt on you right away, shouldn’t I?”

“Well.” I reach for him, wrapping my hand around his velvety skin, hot and slick with excitement. With a teasing smile, I add, “I suppose I can’t complain, since youdidcall me gorgeous. But you should probably do something about it now.”

Oliver moves between my legs and eyes my skirt. He fingers the fabric for a second before lifting the skirt higher up my thighs. “I like this skirt, Shea. It’s very…”

“Flowy?”

“Yes. But also sexy. Because I don’t even have to take it off.” With one hand, he somehow manages to pull my lace bikinis off, which I’m not sure I could do myself.

“Isn’t that convenient?” I stroke him, making that little circular move he loves, relishing at the feel of him growing thicker and harder in my hand. “You know, I bought this skirt just for you. Because I thought you’d like it.”

“Oh, I do.” Lowering his head, Oliver captures my mouth with his. Then he gently removes my hand from him and presses it to the mattress. Breaking the kiss, he looks at me with a depth of emotion in his gaze. “I love everything about you, Shea. It doesn’t matter what you wear. But that you got it just for me? I love that.”

Oh.

It’s so close to the words I’ve been spinning around in my head for weeks. The words I know in my heart, but am still hesitant to speak.

Oliver lifts my legs and drapes them over his shoulders, spreading me wide open. Then he notches himself between them, his hard length nudging at me. His fingers swipe between my thighs, caressing my sensitized skin.

My inner walls flutter and my core clenches, desperate to feel him inside me.

As he rubs my exposed and swollen bud, my hips jerk towards him. My lungs strain for air. On an exhale, I breathe, “Oll. I need you. Now. Please.”

“Shea.” He presses into me slowly. “I need you more thananything.”

Once he’s deep inside me, he stills. His gaze searches mine. “This is the most perfect thing. Being with you. Feeling you wrapped around me.”

“I know.” Unexpectedly, tears threaten. My nose prickles.

The words areright there.

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