Page 66 of Sharing Shane

He nibbled his way along her jawline, appreciating her humor almost as much as he appreciated how soft her skin was. “I didn’t bring my tools.”

“I don’t think that’s true at all,” she said with a breathless laugh. “Shane?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

He teased the delicate lobe of her ear with the tip of his tongue. “That okay with you?”

“Yeah.” Her breathing hitched when he dipped his tongue into her ear. “But, you know, you don’t have to. I’m kind of a sure thing.”

He nipped at her ear once more before pulling back to look at her face. The flecks of green and gold in her eyes were all but glowing, her cheeks a dark pink. His gaze dropped to her mouth and found it red and wet, her teeth sunk into the lush lower lip.

He leaned forward and, keeping his eyes on hers, traced it with his tongue. He watched, fascinated, as her pupils dilated and her flush deepened. The soft sound that slipped from her lips—part sigh, part whimper—had him going rock hard.

“Does that mean you don’t want me to seduce you?” he asked and licked her mouth again.

Her lips parted and she swayed, leaning into him. “I didn’t say that.”

“Then shut up.”

Her hands came up to cling to his ribs, her fingers curling into his skin. He skimmed his tongue over her mouth again, then slipped inside. Soft and warm and tasting of the Crème Brule she’d had for dessert, he took his time exploring, enjoying the flavor and texture of her, savoring the small sighs and moans that vibrated against his lips.

He angled his head to take the kiss deeper, wrapping one arm around her waist. She slipped off the arm of the couch and arched into him, pressing her breasts against his chest and returning the kiss with equal fervor. Her tongue tangling with his sent tingles down his spine, and a low growl vibrated in his chest.

He lifted his mouth slightly. “Who’s doing the seducing here?”

She pursed her lips, shiny and swollen from his, a languid sort of heat shining in her eyes. “I can’t participate?” she purred and rolled her hips.

“No, you can,” he muttered against her mouth and swallowed her laugh with another kiss.

He returned to her mouth over and over again, getting drunk on the taste and the feel of her. She kissed him back with voracious enthusiasm, the desperate little sounds she made making his head spin and his dick throb.

Her hands moved from his rib cage to his shoulders, digging in as she strained to get closer, and he broke free from her mouth with a laugh. “Are you trying to climb me?”

“Yes. Your penis is too high.”

He wanted to laugh but managed to coolly arch an eyebrow. “Too high?”

“It’s poking me in the stomach,” she pointed out and wriggled against him to demonstrate. “I need it lower.”

The laugh escaped. “Are you always this blunt?”

She wriggled again and bit her lip. “Yes. Are you going to help me out here, or what?”

“I kind of want to see if you can get up here without help,” he mused and had to bite back a grin when she scowled.

“Fine,” She muttered, her hands tensing on his shoulders. He shifted his grip to her waist and looked on, fascinated, as she flexed her knees once, twice, then rolled to the balls of her feet and jumped.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, staggering back a step. He grabbed her ass and tried not to fall while she laughed in his ear.

“Nice catch,” she told him and wiggled herself into place with a happy sigh.

He grunted as the heat of her pussy settled against his cock. His hands shifted to wrap around her upper thighs, digging into the round, firm flesh. “Fuck, you feel good.”

“You too.” She lowered her head to nibble at his mouth. “God, I want to ride you like a...like a...”

“Like what?” he prompted.

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