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“Like what?”
“A vacation or special holiday. The exact nature matters less than the fact that they exist.”
“Sarah Jane’s bank teller job led to a promotion, and we didn’t move around after that.” Spoken out loud, that was a rather dour childhood memory. “That’s when I met Emma. She’s the youngest of five kids, and they’re all overachievers. The kind that skipped a grade and won every award. I spent so many weekends at their house. Her mother is the one who taught Emma and me how to bake, and I’d tag along to her dancing lessons sometimes.” That sounded pathetic, even to me. “It’s not horrible. I loved staying at their house.”
“That explains why you two are close.”
“We’re both messes in different ways.”
Shane’s features hardened, as if he wanted to argue. Instead, he flipped me over so we faced each other. “Yours is the kind I like.”
It’s the second time tonight he’s told me that. “You don’t know what that means.”
“I have some idea. For now, we’re done talking. Come here.” Shane tapped his stomach, and I obliged, helpless at the command in his voice. “There you go.”
I sat astride his hips, with my chest curved over his to gain as much skin contact as possible.
“Should we go to sleep?” I stretched my arms and faked a yawn.
“You know better than to think I’d allow it.”
“Allow?”
He crooked a finger, and I leaned forward untilour noses touched. “I’ve decided you need kissing.”
How did he know?
Shane cupped my cheeks with both hands and kissed my nose. It was a light touch, soft and playful, before he pulled me down to press his lips against my own. Every one of Shane’s electric kisses created ripples that started with my lips and spread lower through my body.
His hands moved, chasing those ripples as if he could see them, down to my hips and ass. He squeezed, and I whimpered.
We kissed until my lips swelled and a red flush covered my neck and chest. Shane had the right idea because this was better than talking. Who cared about my mother, the police, or the strange man in a hoodie? None of it mattered, not with him, and not now.
Shane pulled back, leaving me bereft. I wanted more — more kisses, and more of him.
“Over you go.” He bucked his hips, pulling me off him so I lay on the bed. “Spread your legs wide for me.”
I did as told, fighting back the urge to shut my eyes. Shane sat on his knees above me and took both of my hands in one of his.
He took his prosthetic off as part of his typical bedtime routine, and tonight was no exception. I knew his confession, with its raw honesty, was partly a tool to get his way. It worked, as I had no defense against him. It also made him sexier, which was no easy feat in my eyes. Shane’s stiff body language and harsh voice told me as much as his words. His openness with me created vulnerability, and that brought him discomfort. It also deepened my trust in him.
It meant he gave me control, in his way, and that turned me on, too.
He released me, so I took the opportunity to stroke down his left thigh until I could no longer reach, and he shuddered.
“What are you doing?” I still lay spread-eagled on the bedwith him, content to observe.
“Enjoying what belongs to me.” Shane’s eyes darkened.
He bent forward, and it was my turn to shudder. His warm tongue licked up my slit, and he went to work. His tongue invaded me, drawing out every bit of pleasure before he sucked at me. If pleasure caused agony, it took the form of Shane’s mouth buried in my pussy.
I moaned as my hips bucked against him, eager to find my body’s release. My cries grew louder, and his mouth more determined, until I could no longer take it, and I shattered against his tongue.
Shane moved between my legs and thrust as my eager body took him in. He used his right leg for leverage, adjusting to bury himself deeper. I trembled and grabbed his face. The shine from my juices was still on him.
I kissed him, tasting myself, as he moved, slamming against me with an urgency that left me breathless.
We climbed together until I exploded a second time, and my ears filled with his roars.
