Page 49 of Until You're Mine
She wrapped her hand around my neck, her fingers toying with the ends of my hair, and I just about went to purring like a big tomcat. “I’m pretty sure this will make me feel better. And it has nothing to do with him. I’ve been afraid to let myself admit it, and I’ve certainly tried to talk myself out of it, but I want this. I want you.”
Just when I didn’t think this night could get any better. I searched for the right thing to say, to make her feel as amazing as she’d made me feel with those words. I wanted to assure her that everything would work out okay, even though I knew that wasn’t a promise I could keep. It wasn’t even something I believed was possible, not when it came to her and me and the different paths our lives would inevitably take. “For most of my life, I’ve been afraid to want anything. It went along with hope. But I want you, more than I’ve wanted anything in a long time.”
She raised up enough to touch her lips to mine. “We’ll just hope and allow ourselves to want something for a night, and then we’ll figure out what to hope and want next.”
I drove my fingers through her hair and then tugged her head back a few inches so I could deepen the kiss. I knew exactly what I wanted next. Her, all of her, from her fiery personality to her unbelievable body, to the steady, centering sensation I experienced whenever she was around.
My lips found a sensitive spot on her neck that made her squirm underneath me, and then I kissed my way down her torso, touching and kissing every soft inch I could get my hands on. I dipped my tongue into her belly button and then kissed the spot right below it.
I licked her inner her thigh, desire firing hotter and higher when she moaned. I slipped off her panties, kissing my way down her legs as I removed them, and then kissing and licking my way back up.
The needy whimpering noise she made when I continued to tease her, lavishing attention on every spot but the one she wanted most, spurred me on.
“I swear, Shane Knox, I’m about to—”
I licked up her center, circling my tongue over her clit and then sucking it into my mouth. She gripped the sheets in her fists, her body arching in this fantastic way that allowed me to get my eyes on even more of her. “I heard my name, but that wasn’t exactly a scream. Let’s try that again.”
“Mmm,” she said, gripping the sheets tighter. I put my mouth on her again, and she tasted so fucking good that I considered slowing down and savoring this sweet spot between her thighs a while longer.
I met her half-lidded eyes, her obvious pleasure turning me on even more, and I was already hard as a rock. I continued the circling of my tongue as I slid my hand up her body. I got my hand on one of her perfect tits and pinched and twisted her nipple.
She bucked, her oncoming orgasm tightening all the muscles in her body, and I increased the pressure of my tongue. Then she was screaming my name, over and over, until she fell back on the bed, flushed and sated and crazy beautiful.
I shed the last of my clothes and grabbed a condom, and by the time I rolled it on, Brooklyn was propped up on her elbows, giving me a come-hither look that I couldn’t wait to answer.
I planned on crawling over her body again and then sinking myself deep between her thighs, but she tugged on my arm, and I let her pull me down next to her. Then she climbed over me, straddling my lap and giving me another awe-inspiring view of her body.
“Oh, you think you get to be in control now?” I asked her, running my hands up her smooth thighs.
“I’m never really in control when I’m with you,” she said, sinking farther onto my lap, her wet heat dragging over my hard, ready cock.
“Me neither, babe. And I rather like being reckless with you.”
She tilted her head, her eyes taking on that fiery edge that I could never get enough of. “Rather?”
I gripped her hips and pushed into her, growing even harder when she shuddered around me. “I fucking love being reckless with you.”
“Better,” she said, the roll of her hips ripping a groan from my throat. We settled into a steady pace, and I’d never had to work so hard to hold on to my control—I was all for being reckless, but there was no way I was coming before she had another orgasm.
Sweat dampened our skin, and each bounce of her body had me seeing flashes of black.
Until finally I couldn’t take it anymore.
I flipped her onto her back, pinning her underneath me, and drove into her. The keening noise she made told me I’d found the right spot. I grabbed her hands, slipped my fingers between hers, and brought them up over her head. I’d seen her body from about every angle now, and every single one was my new favorite—without a chance of giving up the others, of course. I was going to make a serious case for her to never wear clothes around me again.
“Shane. I’m…”
“I know, baby.” I thrust into her harder, faster, and then she tumbled over the edge, her walls clamping me tight enough to trigger my release.
We fell to the bed, working to catch our breath. Then I pulled Brooklyn to me and kissed her, slowly bringing her down while showing her I didn’t plan for the pleasure to stop anytime soon.
She smiled against my lips, her happy hum traveling across my skin and settling deep inside my chest. The fact that I could wring so much satisfaction from her made me feel more powerful than I’d ever felt in the cage, and I held on to that high, allowing myself to want something without holding back.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Brooklyn
I didn’t mean to fall asleep, but I had, and I panicked that it’d freak Shane out that I didn’t leave, like I was already some clingy girlfriend when we were so undefined. Only when I tried to get out of bed to find my phone and see what time it was, his arm circled my waist and then he hauled me back to him.
