Page 134 of Between Passion and Revenge: Part One

She waits, and I remain still.

“Say the words, Shae. Own it,” I say on a breath.

Three.

Two.

“I want you, Storm Sandoval. So fucking much.”

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SHAE

The waning sunlight filters into my room, casting a glow on my skin. Still, I tremble at the gravity of what we’re doing.

WhatI’mdoing.

Quit stalling, Shae.

I hook my thumbs into my soft shorts, baring myself to him.

“Come here, Shae,” he says, his voice hard. Almost as hard as his….

I look down at the fucking monster tenting his pants. How the absolute fuck am I going to take that thing?

As if pulled by a string, I make one step, then another, until I’m right in front of him with my knees pressed to his.

“What do you want me to do?” he murmurs, raking his eyes down my body. When he gets to the apex of my thighs, he shivers. Sofagate feels forever ago, but he acts as if this is the first time he’s seen my pussy, if the way he bites his lower lip is any indication. My pussy contracts in response.

What was the question?

“I want…” I say, my voice faint and my body weak. He looks up to me, as if he’s sad he has to stop looking at my slit, whichhas me now clenchingandleaking. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

Because turnabout is fair play, I lick my lips when my eyes land on the outline of his dick.

“What do you want me to do about that, baby?” he says, the side of his mouth lifting in his trademark cocky grin.

“Can I undress you, Storm?” I zone out a bit, overwhelmed by the sensations moving all through my body.

He takes two of his fingers to lift my chin, which is when I realize I’m back to staring at his denim-covered dick, and our gazes meet.

Then, because he’s clearly a master of my body, he pinches the flesh on my face to keep my eyes on his.

“Start with my shirt,” he commands. I look down again to do as he says, but he shakes my jaw a fraction, returning my gaze to his.

I squeak when he damn-near growls, “Eyes on mine, Sweetness.”

My hands go to the hem of his gray pullover sweater, and when I get halfway up his abs, he releases my face. I pull the garment off.

This is the first time we’ve gone this far, but I can’t help but gawk at the perfection that is his chest and abs.

“Wow,” I say on a breath.

“Keep going, Shae,” he says, breaking through my ogling. Taking my hands, he puts them on his belt.

I swallow hard.

“You said you want to undress me, so undress me.” He wears an easy smile. Comfortable. Even though our coming together like this, this inevitability, is a serious move forward, he wants to have fun here, too.

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