Page 91 of Sharing Shane

He moved suddenly, shoving the coffee table to the side so there was nothing between them but heated air. “What else?”

“About...about you lubing your cock.”

“So, I could fuck him, or you?” Shane asked, his voice raw on the blunt words.

“Him.”

“Hmm. Do you think I’m a top, Veronica?”

“I don’t know.” She licked her lips. “Are you?”

“Sometimes.” He shifted to his knees and scooted forward. “Sometimes I want to pin him down and drive into him so hard he can’t breathe, so hard he can’t help but surrender to it.”

He edged closer. “Then other times I want to lie back and take what he gives me, to watch him take his pleasure in my body.”

He stopped in front of her, towering over her on his knees, his hands loose at his sides. “Which would you rather watch, Veronica? My surrender or his?”

Her body felt tight and swollen, her breasts aching and her pussy throbbing in time with the frantic beating of her heart. “Both. Either. I don’t care.”

“And where are you while all this is going on? Are you watching, stroking your pussy until you come?” He lifted a hand, trailing his long, artist's fingers along the seam of her jeans on her inner thigh. “Or are you participating?”

Participating! her brain screamed, but she couldn’t make the word come out of her mouth.

His brow arched, the gleam in his eye intensifying. “Can’t decide?”

“Hypothetically speaking?” she asked, her voice a husky rasp.

“Sure.” His fingertips inched up her thigh, his eyes steady on hers. “Hypothetically, do you want to watch, or participate?”

Ohmigod. “Participate,” she whispered.

“I knew that would be your answer,” he murmured, his mouth so close to hers she could feel his breath on her lips, all but taste the spices and wine. “For all your talk about not having a sexual bucket list, the idea of you, me, and Wyatt together really gets you going, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” she admitted, the air whooshing out of her lungs with the word. “I want it.”

“Hypothetically?”

She swallowed. “I don’t know yet.”

“Fair enough.” He leaned in and took her lower lip between his teeth, tugging gently once, twice, before releasing it. “I have a non-hypothetical question for you.”

Her mouth was tingling, her heart racing. “What is it?”

“Can I stay the night?”

“Yes,” she said and kissed him.

His tongue slid past hers, his familiar taste flooding her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, then squeaked when he rose with her in his arms, her feet dangling off the floor.

He broke the kiss to nibble at her jaw, her neck, her ear. “Damn, that got you going.”

She managed a half laugh. “I missed this.” I missed you.

“Me, too.” He returned to her mouth, devouring her with deep kisses and stinging nibbles until she wanted to climb him like a tree.

She reached up and yanked the tie from his hair, her fingers gliding through the silky fall of it. “Shane?”

He nipped at her bottom lip again. “Yeah?”

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