Page 45 of Twisted Hearts

Inside, I did the same with the other code, and by the time we reached my apartment and I fumbled with my keys, my eyes were drifting closed like tiny weights were pressing down on my eyelids, dragging me to slumber.

“Go lie down,” Shawn said quietly. “I need to call Jaxon.” I swore I felt the brush of his lips at my temple, making me shiver, and he prodded me in the direction of the bed. Equally possible was that the delirium I was experiencing was making me hallucinate.

“Yeah.” A nap had never sounded like such a great idea.

* * *

His lips are warm.Full. Firm against my skin as he peppers my chest with kisses, slipping his tongue out to taste me as he works his way down my body. His hand on my hip holds me still as his knees spread my thighs wide open for him to see the effect his touches and kisses have on me.

His fingers play with my breast, teasing the tender flesh around my nipple, torturing me, avoiding the sweet sting of pain and pleasure I want on the hardened, tight buds.

“Oh God,” I croon, arching into him. “Please.”

“Addi,” he whispers, his lips right at my ear.

“More,” I whisper and reach for him, finding he’s somehow moved and his head is above me.

I dig fingers into his hair, soft as silk like I’ve imagined for so long, and he smells like the ocean and fresh air.

“Addi.”

His voice is firm and I’m jostled, but that hand on my breast is still making me delirious with need.

Screw him and his teasing.

I open my eyes and rise up, slam my mouth to Shawn’s, and gasp as he kisses me back, instantly invading my mouth with his tongue and consuming me with the taste of him.

I moan into his mouth and then I’m thrown back against the bed, bouncing from the harshness of it.

My eyes opened and— “Oh shit.”

I scrambled on the bed until I was braced against the headboard, my knees pulled up to my chest. It took me a moment to realize what had happened…but had it?

Shawn stood at the edge of my bed, eyes wide with complete and utter shock and his palms raised in the air.

Ohno.

I had been dreaming of him. Of him touching me.

But kissing him?

“Shawn…”

Oh crap.I’d beendreaming. I’d been dreaming of him touching me and kissing me and then I’d…

“Oh God.” Humiliation burned my cheeks as hot as a forest fire. My hands covered my mouth. “I am so…so sorry.”

He blinked, and I gaped at him, willing my heated flesh to chill the hell out.

Oh dear sweet baby Jesus. This is not good. Not good at all.

But then he swiped his tongue along his bottom lip, and my senses went haywire.

“I kissed you.”Yeah, I should keep repeating it, reminding him I basically assaulted him.

And while he wasworking.

Shit. Shit!

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