Page 51 of Sharing Shane

Her purse slid to the floor. “You do?”

“I do.”

“Oh.” She stared at him, at the heat she could see now in those dark, piercing eyes. “Then what am I yelling about?”

“Beats the hell out of me,” he said and reached for her.

She squeaked again as she went suddenly airborne, then she was crushed against his chest.

“Oh,” she breathed, staring up into his face. His chest was hard and unyielding, delighting her no longer disappointed boobs, and his skin warm where she clutched his arms.

He stared down at her, a little smile curling his mouth under his beard. “You want to do this now?”

“Yes, please.”

“We use condoms, agreed?”

She nodded, nearly dizzy with lust. “Yes.”

“Anything I do that you don’t like, you tell me.”

She had to lick her lips. “Okay.”

“Anything you want me to do, just ask.”

“Uh-huh.”

“If you want me to stop, I’ll stop.” He sobered when he said it, his eyes dark and serious, and she remembered what Wyatt had said about Shane’s determination not to make her feel pressured or uncomfortable. “Just say the word.”

She nodded. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Anything else?”

“No. Can you kiss me now?”

“Sure.” He slid his hands from her waist to her ass, yanked her higher, and covered her mouth with his.

Sweet Jesus, the man could kiss. He didn’t bother teasing, didn’t bother to cajole. He just slanted his lips over hers, opened his mouth, and plunged his tongue inside, and it was the most awesome thing she could imagine.

His beard was soft against her skin and he tasted amazing, like mangos and cinnamon toothpaste and not at all like Mountain Dew, thank God. She opened her mouth wider in a silent plea for more and whimpered when he gave it to her. His low growl vibrated against her breasts, and her nipples drew into tight little buds as he moved one hand from her ass, grabbed a fistful of hair, and tugged her head further back.

He lifted his head at her startled moan. “Good noise or bad?”

“Good,” she panted, and arched her neck back even further, pressing into his hand. “Very good. Don’t stop.”

He hummed appreciatively and skimmed his lips down her neck. “Where was it you said you wanted to bite me? Here?”

Her eyes nearly rolled back in her head when he lapped at the hollow of her throat. “Not...not there.”

“Maybe it was here, then.”

“Uh-uh,” she managed, shivering as his teeth nibbled along her jaw.

“No?” He lifted his head and raised a brow. “Maybe you should show me.”

Delighted, she shifted her grip from his biceps to his shoulders and hitched herself higher. She held his gaze for a long moment, the heated glitter making her belly clutch and her pulse race, before lowering her mouth to his neck. “It was here,” she said and dragged her tongue along the edge of his T-shirt.

He rumbled in approval and shifted his grip, one thick forearm wrapping around her hips to hold her snug against him. Her feet dangled off the ground and she wriggled, trying to get closer as she followed the line of his collarbone with her tongue.

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