Page 48 of Until You're Mine
I circled my hands around his biceps, needing to hold on to something solid so I didn’t melt right to the floor. “Well, get on with it, then. I want to see if you’re right.”
He brushed his lips across mine, more a teasing than a kiss. “It’s your turn to ask.”
I lowered my eyebrows. Then it hit me. I reached up and ran a hand down the side of his face, his scruff scraping my palm. “Kiss me.”
Our eyes met and held, the air charged with everything that had been building between us all month. Then he crashed his mouth over mine. One arm circled behind me, anchoring me to his body, and the room spun as his tongue parted my lips and swept inside.
“I almost went insane thinking of you with him,” Shane said, bringing his hand to my neck and using his thumb to tip up my chin. The urgent, intense way he claimed my mouth fanned the fire he’d ignited inside me earlier today, and I took charge of the kiss, rolling my tongue over his. His deep groan vibrated through me, and I arched against him, needing more, taking more.
His lips moved to my neck, and I reached for the waistband of his shorts, wanting the extra fabric out of the way.
He caught both of my wrists in one of his large hands and pinned them up over my head.
I stuck my lips out in a pout. “But how can I get you undressed if I can’t—” I attempted to pull free of his iron grip, and he pressed me harder to the door with a growl that traveled right down my core and intensified the pulsing ache between my thighs.
“You need to catch up first.” He hooked a thumb under the hem of my shirt and slid it up, so torturously slowly that I thought I might combust. The more I squirmed in his grip, the slower he went. He paused to palm one of my breasts, and then he brushed his thumb over the lace covering my hardened nipple, back and forth, back and forth until sparks of light danced across my vision.
“Shane…uhnn…”
Finally, he ripped my shirt off and tossed it aside. He covered me with his body again, the skin on skin sensation driving me higher. His lips returned to my neck, where he placed hot, open-mouth kisses that sent shockwaves cascading through me, each one stronger than the next.
“How drunk are you, by the way?” I asked through labored breaths. “I’d hate to take advantage of you.”
“My virtue will be just fine, bruiser. But yours”—his teeth sank into the skin where my neck met my shoulder and satisfaction heated my veins—“that’s another story.”
I dragged my nails down his back and then tugged his hips to mine. “Less talking, more banging.”
His mouth recaptured mine in a punishing, searing kiss as he reached behind and unhooked my bra. He yanked the fabric down, fully exposing my breasts, and then he took a step back and let his gaze roam over me. “Fuck, Brooklyn. I’m going to need a minute.”
I thought he meant to compose himself—his arousal was pretty obvious in those baggy shorts, which really needed to go already—but then he dipped his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth. It felt so amazing that I didn’t bother being embarrassed about the needy sound I made in the back of my throat.
“Make that two minutes,” he said, and then he did this incredible circling with his tongue that sent one spectacular sensation after another tumbling down my core. He moved to the other breast, and I drove my hand through his hair, desperate for more even as my body teetered on the edge of being unable to take much more.
“There’s the panting.” His deep voice rumbled across my skin and pushed me closer to euphoria. Then he unbuttoned my pants, roughly jerked them down my thighs, and tossed them aside. “Now, let’s see if we can’t get to the screaming of my name.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Shane
I took a couple of extra seconds to fully appreciate the sight of Brooklyn standing there in nothing but a tiny pink scrap of silk, her blond hair curly and wild, her lips red and swollen from my kisses, and those tits—I’d spent a lot of time building them up in my mind and I’d still fallen short.
Part of me was still having trouble believing this wasn’t just a dream. I’d been miserable and alone, well on my way to drinking myself stupid, and then Brooklyn showed up at my door like a delivery from the porn gods. I hated to agree with her ex about anything, but right now I could see the angel thing.
I hoisted her into my arms, hands planted firmly on her ass, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. She moved her lips to my neck as I carried her toward my bedroom. My imagination definitely wasn’t this good, which meant she truly was here and in my arms and real and—holy shit—I could feel her growing damp against me.
Oh, I had plans to see just how wet I could get her, and I wouldn’t stop until she’d been satisfied in every possible way.
I tossed her onto the bed, grinning at her squeal, and then I crawled over her, distributing my weight onto my elbows so I didn’t crush her. The feel of her curves and soft skin pressing against me nearly drove me to the brink of insanity, and if it meant having her like this forever, I’d gladly dive right over and embrace madness.
I peered down, into those blue eyes, and a hint of vulnerability crept into her features. I brushed her hair off her face and cupped her cheek. “You good?”
“Better than good,” she said. “Just…Wow. This is actually happening.”
“If you want to stop, all you have to do is say the word. I’d never do anything to hurt you. You know that, right?”
She swallowed and nodded.
My dick launched a complaint against what I was about to do, but I couldn’t let this go further if she was going to regret it later. When I took her, I wanted her to be all mine. “I can’t believe I’m going to ask, because all I’ve wanted since we’ve met is you in my arms and that other guy out of the way.” I brushed my thumb over her enticing lower lip, reveling in her soft exhale of breath. “But are you sure you don’t need some time to…do whatever it is girls do to make them feel better after a breakup?”
