Page 86 of Fortune's Control
I thought back. “Yes, you happened to be there and explained aboutWillard.”
“I followed you.” Shane sucked in his lower lip at my confused expression. “You can’t stumble on a person you sought out.”
“You followed me? From where?” Also, why did his confession thrill me so much?
“I was in Pete’s gallery when you walked past the storefront window. You didn’t notice me, but I saw you.” Shane looked up at me through his thick lashes. “You crossed your arms like so,” he said, demonstrating the gesture. “I had just finished telling Pete good night and was already late meeting up with my friends. I followed you instead.”
“Did I seem that pathetic?”
He drew back, shocked. “No, not at all. You caught my interest, and sometimes your brain tells you to act without understanding why. I listened, and now here we are. It turned out to be a wise decision. So the next time you think you’re in the way or making it difficult, remember, I’m the one who started it. I’m the one who went after you.”
“Shane, I-” My words didn’t form. Experience told me to protest or question his motives, but that would be unfair. Shane picked his words, but he was always honest, even forcibly blunt. If he considered an action ill-advised or foolish, he’d say so. What did he say? He never regretted his choices. Not once. “You mean it.”
“You know me very well.”
The night we met, right before that awkward wedding ceremony, Shane claimed I didn’t know him at all. He’d declared it with a dry half-smile and a hint of impatience. He was correct then.
“I’m starting to.” He was still correct.
“You’re getting it.” Shane squeezed my hips and let his hands slide up my side to my breasts. “Get undressed, so we can keep getting to know one another.”
I threw off his shirt and, with his help, pulled my panties off as Shane shoved his boxer briefs down. He stroked himself and gazed at me with questioning eyes.
I lifted my hips, inviting the long, thick length of his cock between my slit.
“You’re wet.”
“That happens when you’re around.”
Shane’s neck jerked. “Fuck. On top of me. Now.”
“Is that a request or an order?”
Shane sucked on a nipple as his dark eyes turned to black fire. “I don’t make requests, and I’m used to being obeyed.”
To prove it, he lifted and pushed me down. I sank onto him with an eager hiss as my neck fell back.
Our bodies rocked and moved together, leaving me keening until he exploded with a roar.
Meow!Pirate jumped on the bed and stretched.
“Kitty.”
I went to pet her, but Shane pulled me back, so I stayed on top of him. “You belong here, not her.”
“She sleeps with us now, remember?”
“She does not.”
Pirate pranced across the bed to headbutt his shoulder. She sniffed his neck and upper arm before judging me with a one-eyed stare.
“I’m lucky, aren’t I?” I asked her.
Rather than answer, Pirate walked to the furthest corner and curled into a ball.
“She acts like she belongs here,” he complained.
“Can you blame her?” I asked.
