Page 14 of Bought by His Brother's Best Friend

I trailed kisses down the column of his neck, savoring the slight saltiness of his skin and the way his pulse quickened beneath my lips. My hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one.

“May I?” I asked, pausing at the third button.

“Please,” he murmured.

I continued unbuttoning his shirt, taking my time, revealing his chest inch by tantalizing inch. When I finally pushed the fabric off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, I had to pause to admire him.

Shane’s body was athletic without being overly defined—strong shoulders, a light dusting of hair across his chest narrowing to a trail that disappeared into his jeans. I ran my hands over the warm skin of his chest, his heart hammering beneath my palm.

“Your turn,” he said. His fingers made quick work of my remaining tie and shirt buttons. He pushed both off with a confidence that suggested he’d been imagining this moment as much as I had.

His hands explored my bare chest with reverent attention, tracing each muscle as if committing me to memory. When his fingers brushed across my nipples, I couldn’t hold back a soft sound of pleasure.

“Interesting. You’re so responsive,” he observed, a pleased smile playing at his lips.

“Only with you,” I admitted.

Something softened in his expression, and he leaned in to kiss me again, this time with a tenderness despite the growing urgency between us. I walked him backward until his legs hit the edge of the bed, then eased him down onto the crisp white sheets.

I took a moment to admire the sight of him—half-undressed, lips slightly swollen from our kisses, hair tousled, eyes dark with desire. All for me.

“You’re so damn sexy,” I told him, meaning it completely.

A flush spread across his cheeks and down his chest. “So are you,” he replied. “I’ve always thought so.”

That revelation—that he’d been noticing me, wanting me, perhaps for as long as I’d wanted him—sent a surge of possessiveness through me. I lowered myself over him, capturing his mouth in a kiss that was more demanding than before.

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer until we were chest to chest, skin to skin. The friction was exquisite, but not enough. I slid a hand between us to the button of his jeans.

“I want these off.”

“God, yes,” he breathed.

I moved down his body, pressing kisses to his chest, the definition of his abs as I went. When I reached the waistband of his jeans, I looked up to find him watching me, his eyes heavy-lidded and intense.

I maintained eye contact as I unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. I hooked my fingers into both his jeans and underwear, and he lifted his hips to help me slide them down and off.

He was completely bare before me, and the sight took my breath away. Shane was magnificent—strong thighs, narrow hips, his arousal clear and impressive.

“Now you,” he said, his voice husky. “I want to see all of you.”

I stood and removed my remaining clothing, aware of his gaze tracking every movement. When I was as naked as he was, I rejoined him on the bed, my body alongside his.

“How do you want this?” I asked, trailing my fingers down his chest.

“I want to feel you,” he answered, pulling me closer. “Inside me.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” he said, and the certainty in his voice drove away any hesitation.

I reached for my overnight bag beside the bed, retrieving what we’d need as Shane shifted to lie on his back, his legs parted in invitation.

I settled between his thighs, taking a moment to appreciate him—the trust he was showing, the vulnerability. I leaned down to kiss him, pouring everything I couldn’t yet say into the connection of our mouths.

“Relax,” I murmured as I moved my lips down his throat to his chest. “I want to make this good for you.”

I took my time, mapping his body with my hands and mouth, learning what made him gasp and what made him moan. When I reached his thighs, I gently pushed them wider, exposing him completely to my gaze.

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