Page 51 of Until You're Mine
Strong arms came around my waist and soft lips hit my neck. “How long do we have until the search party arrives? I have an idea for my last dying wish.”
I melted against him as he worked his magic with his mouth. “He’s actually staying with Liam tonight, so we’ve got the night.”
“Perfect.” His hard cock pressed against my ass as he pulled me tighter to him, and all the places that were pleasantly sore from our earlier session reawakened.
He reached around and over my hip, his fingers dipping lower and lower. I moaned when he stroked me, automatically arching into his fingers. He moved his lips right next to my ear, his hot breath hitting my neck. “Still in a rush to leave?”
“I think I can spare twenty—”
Shane pushed a finger inside me, and I shuddered, my knees nearly buckling from the extraordinary sensations twisting through me.
“Make that thirty minutes,” I said on a shaky breath. “We do have some lost time to make up for.” He added another finger and pumped into me. I reached back and gripped the back of his neck, draping myself over him, wanting to hold on to him as he drove me higher and higher.
The pad of his thumb pressed against my clit, the pressure combined with the pumping of his fingers sending shivers of electricity through my entire body, stronger and stronger, until they consumed me. He drew out my pleasure as long as possible, leaving me a heap of blissful, limp limbs that would’ve collapsed right to the floor without his support.
Then I was in his arms, and with a few large strides, we were back in his bed. I looked up at him and he looked down at me, and everything felt familiar yet new and my heart expanded, getting way ahead of itself.
We’d agreed to let ourselves want this for a night, and I’d had the genius idea to see where that took us. Right into screwed territory, where this thing between us deepened and impossible attachments formed, that’s where it took us.
He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me long and slow, like we had all the time in the world. Then we were falling into each other again, and I wished for reality to stay far away, or for the night to never end, because once you’ve had a taste of heaven, how could you ever go back?
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Brooklyn
Just don’t think about the kissing, or the sex, or the kissing during sex.
That was Tuesday morning’s mantra for getting through the day without broadcasting the fact that Shane and I had crossed into more over the weekend. With a sharp nod to assure my resolve I had it under control, I pulled open the door and stepped into the gym. Over the past few days I’d taken Liam up on his advice to take some time off to paint, and after my night with Shane, my spark was back. Figuring there were enough spare people in the gym over the weekend, I started my project Saturday afternoon, worked on it most of Sunday, and nearly finished it last night. A few finishing touches and it’d be done. It’d been a long time since I’d gone start to finish on a painting that quickly.
Immersing myself in my art, from the big picture to the small details, had been exactly what I needed. Minutes turned into hours and then I would suddenly look up, bleary eyed, to find it dark outside. The next day I’d wake up eager to hit it again. I’d been tempted to take off one more day because I’d been in the zone, but the work I’d put off was growing by the day and my time to do it was shrinking just as quickly.
While I’d been recharging my creative batteries, the guys had been hard at work doing hours of grueling training. I received occasional texts during Shane’s mini breaks, and while I felt bad he wouldn’t really get a day off until after his fight, I couldn’t argue with the results. Not the ridiculously ripped body or his endurance—he most definitely hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d claimed it wasn’t something he had a problem with.
My gaze snagged on the very guy I’d been thinking about. He was shirtless, sweaty, and running on a treadmill, every muscle working and moving in tandem with the other. My eyes revolted against moving on, and then my brain went and did exactly what I’d told it not to. I relived the feel of his lips claiming mine, his callused fingertips dragging across my skin, his powerful body moving over me. Suddenly I felt like I was running those miles right along with him.
He glanced up, and I did a crappy job of holding back my smile. I bit my lip, and he stumbled. He gripped the handles and recovered, and I smothered my laugh.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Liam and quickly forced my attention to my desk, trying to fake my way into making myself excited to get back to balancing books and all the invoicing fun awaiting me.
After a few days of painting, my body protested at the thought of sitting in front of a computer all day instead of working magic on a canvas. My family should be in favor of my getting closer to Shane, because right now, he was my main motivation to show up at work.
Since I couldn’t admit it, I settled in.
Liam slowed near my desk, and I was sure I was busted for checking out Shane. “How was your long weekend?” he asked, and myhello, I’m not a robot, so yeah, I sometimes slip and check out fighterscomment died on my lips.
He probably thought I’d spent the majority of it with my boyfriend. I’d meant to come clean, but letting them assume I was still with Trey would help shift suspicion away from Shane and me being more than friends-ish. “I spent most of it painting, and it was glorious. Taking time off to do that was probably the best advice you’ve ever given me, so thanks.” All true, too, so bonus!
The genuine grin that didn’t show up as often these days curved his lips. “Good. I’m glad it helped. And Trey? He seemed pretty upset when you guys left here on Friday.”
I gave a non-committal head wobble. “It didn’t exactly win me any points.” There. Now it wouldn’t be a huge surprise when I eventually admitted we weren’t together anymore.
Liam glanced at Shane, still sprinting away on the treadmill. “Knox orchestrated that whole mess, egging him on like that. I figured you’d be mad at him.”
“I was.”But then he gave me multiple mind-blowing orgasms and all was forgiven.“I’m over it.”
“Can you hold on to it? I need him to focus on something besides you.”
Talk about exaggeration—we hadn’t seen each other fordays.“And you think me giving him dirty looks will help him focus?”
