Page 52 of Sharing Shane

“You’re not biting,” he said, his gravelly voice thick with amused lust.

“I’m savoring the moment,” she panted. “Deal with it.”

He grunted out a laugh and his hand tightened in her hair, her scalp coming alive with tiny prickles of sensation. He stopped just shy of pain and gave a little tug. “Get to it.”

She laughed, breathless with giddy lust, and sank her teeth into him.

“Fuck!”

His hand tightened painfully in her hair, his big body jerking when she licked the marks she’d just made, then dragged her tongue up the side of his neck. She nibbled daintily on his ear before dipping her tongue in briefly, shivering with delight when he groaned.

“You taste good,” she said, making her way across his bearded jaw to his mouth. She hovered there for a moment, her breath mingling with his while his heart hammered against her breast. “Kiss me again?”

His hand immediately tightened in her hair, tilting her head and angling his own. His tongue filled her mouth, flavor and texture seducing her until she writhed in his hold, seeking deeper contact. Her legs tried to rise to wrap around his hips, but the flowing caftan she’d put on for comfort was caught between them, effectively pinning her legs.

“We need the bed,” she mumbled into his mouth, and he lifted his head.

His breath was coming in harsh pants, and a red flush stained his cheekbones. Still, he hesitated. “You’re sure?”

“No, this is just my sneaky way of getting you to take the bed,” she drawled, and he snorted out a laugh. “I want you to fuck me, Shane. Now.”

“Yes ma’am,” he rumbled and tossed her over his shoulder.

She squealed, laughter bubbling up as she found herself upside down, holding onto the waistband of his shorts for balance as he climbed the two short steps to the bedroom. She was still laughing when he tossed her onto the bed and followed her down.

She gasped, the laughter strangling in her throat when his big body pressed her into the mattress. Her legs parted to cradle his hips, rolling against him as the thick ridge of his dick settled against her. It felt so good she did it again, and his hips surged in response.

He stared down at her, braced on his hands, his hair falling forward to curtain his face. “This what you had in mind?”

She shook her head, her hands fumbling for the hem of his T-shirt. “Naked.”

He helped her get his shirt off, reaching behind his neck to drag it off over his head, and she sighed with pleasure as his torso came into view.

She ran her hands up his arms, over the swirls and splashes of ink. “This is pretty.”

“Thanks.”

“Does it mean anything?” she asked, tracing the curlicue at the edge of his collarbone.

He shook his head. “No. I just like it.”

“So do I.” She splayed her hands over his pecs, bumping into his tight, flat nipples. She danced her fingertips over them, teasing, testing. He leaned into her touch with obvious delight.

“You like that,” she said and dragged her thumbs over them.

“Yeah,” he muttered, his eyelashes fluttering a bit. “Do it again.”

She did, her breath catching as the roll of his hips pressed hers hard into the mattress. “God, you’re sexy,” she breathed, and going with instinct, pinched his nipples lightly.

He groaned, his hips rolling. His penis bumped her clit, and the little whimper escaped her throat before she could stop it.

His eyes opened, gleaming in a way that made her breath catch again. He rolled his hips again, deliberately this time, and his lips curled up in a faint smile when she moaned.

“I can feel your pussy,” he told her. “Hot and wet, even through all this cloth. What is this you’re wearing, anyway?”

She struggled to find her voice. His hips were grinding against hers, slowly, purposefully, pressing right against her clit, and her ability to speak was rapidly fading. “A caftan.”

“It looks comfortable,” he said.

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