Page 103 of Sharing Shane

Nerves, forgotten while she’d been absorbed with the carvings, came roaring back. She nibbled on her lower lip as Shane walked towards her. “Am I?”

He stopped in front of her. “If that’s what you still want.”

She smiled, some of the knots in her belly smoothing away. Of course, he would ask. He would need to ask, when so many men in his position would assume or cajole or ignore her trepidation outright. He always checked in with her, always made sure she was okay and comfortable whenever they did something new, and she hadn’t realized until just this moment how much she treasured that.

“It is,” she told him. “I want you. I want this.”

“I’m over here,” Wyatt called out lightly, waving his hand as though to get her attention, and the last of her nerves died in laughter.

“Well, why are you over there when we’re over here?” she asked, and giggled when he hurried over to stand behind her.

Shane smiled down at her, dark eyes reassuring. “We’ve been here before, haven’t we?”

They were in the same positions they’d been in the little hotel conference room in Bermuda she realized. Shane in front of her, Wyatt behind. “Minus the shitty ex-boyfriend.”

“Thank God,” Wyatt rumbled out, his chest brushing against her back and making her shiver.

“I wanted to kiss you then,” Shane told her.

“I know,” she whispered.

“I wanted to fuck you then,” Wyatt said and Shane rolled his eyes.

“Let’s start with a kiss,” he said and lowered his head.

Veronica let her eyes drift shut as his mouth brushed over hers gently, once, twice, then trailed down to her jaw.

“That’s where you wanted to kiss me?” she sighed.

“I wanted to kiss you everywhere.” His teeth scraped along her jawline, making her shiver again, then drifted lower.

Veronica let her head fall back as desire swam lazily through her blood. “Mmm, there.”

“Here?” Shane murmured, his teeth nibbling down the cord in her neck.

“Or here?” Wyatt asked, his mouth trailing down her neck on the other side.

“Yes,” Veronica sighed, and Wyatt gave a low laugh.

“She likes it,” he said to Shane, and Shane’s lips curved against her neck.

“I know.” He lifted his head to pin her with those dark, dangerous eyes. “Tell Wyatt what else you like, Veronica.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, then gasped when Wyatt used his teeth on her neck.

“I want to know what makes you feel good,” Wyatt explained, his voice a low murmur in her ear. “I want you to tell me what makes you hot.”

“Um.” She kept her eyes on Shane, the anchor in her shaky world. “You’re doing just fine.”

Wyatt chuckled. “Not good enough, sweet stuff. You know how chatty Shane is in bed?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s what I want.” His tongue danced over the shell of her ear. “Tell me how it feels, what it does to you, when you want more, when you want less. I want to hear everything you’re feeling.”

She gave a breathless moan and reached up and back to thread her fingers through his hair, tilting her head to give him better access. “Keep doing that.”

“Just like that, beautiful,” he murmured. “Can I touch you, Veronica?”

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