Page 45 of The One I Love
I turn to Shane. “That. Mariah. I know we were having a moment, but Mom duty came in. And now it’s ruined and?—”
Shane scoops me up and brings me across his lap. “And nothing. You’re a mom first. Always. No matter what happens between us, Luke and Mariah are your first priority.”
“But—”
“No buts.”
“Shane—”
“Uh-uh.” He shakes his head and lifts me up with ease. “You think the mood is ruined? Oh, Amelia. You have no idea how wrong you are.”
Shane carries me to his bedroom, almost running down the hall, and I have to stifle a laugh. The laugh quickly stops as I look up and see the burning look in his eyes as he places me gently on the bed. Have I ever been looked at like this? I’m not sure. I sure as hell know I’ve never felt my body on fire simply because of how someone looked at me.
“Come here.”
Shane doesn’t make me wait. He lowers himself to the bed, our mouths coming together again and picking up right where they left off. At least I know we’ve got this down. I feel his hands on me as he slips off my cardigan and lifts the tank top over my head.
“So beautiful.”
His lips continue down my body as his hands reach around to unclasp my bra, leaving me bare and open to him. I’m trying not to feel self-conscious as he gently picks me up just enough to discard the rest of my clothes, but I can’t help it when I feel my very soft body against his very hard one.
Here he is, a man who is built like a brick house, with ajawline that could cut glass and eyes that hypnotize you. And that’s before we get to the fact that his kisses make me forget my name. Then there’s me. I know my body isn’t exactly what men dream of after two kids and a lifestyle that consists of takeout food, coffee, and pizza. But Shane doesn’t seem to care. In fact, I think he is setting up camp on my chest, kissing every inch of my breasts, stomach, and hips like it’s something to be treasured. Add in the fact that he’s tweaking my nipples in conjunction with his tongue tracing a treasure map, and I’m about to come undone again.
“Shane, please…”
I don’t even know what I’m asking for. I just know I need more.
Shane softly laughs as I feel his hands slowly coming down my body. By habit, I put my arms over me to cover myself, but he immediately grabs them and pins them above me.
“Don’t you dare. Let me look at you.”
I do as he says, even though it’s a struggle. Shane stands up from the bed, and I stare in awe as he takes off his clothes. The most mesmerizing part? His eyes never stop looking at me. I feel so…exposed. Open. Vulnerable. Yet at the same time, I feel so protected. Like nothing can go wrong as long as Shane is with me. I trust this man implicitly. With my body. With my heart. With everything I have to give.
And even though that’s the scariest thought of all, it doesn’t frighten me one bit.
“Touch me, Shane,” I say. “Please.”
He doesn’t make me wait. He slips off his pants and joins me back on the bed, kissing me deeply as he lowers himself onto me. I hold onto him with all I have, loving how his warm skin feels against mine. I feel my core starting to throb as our bodies keep connecting, and his hard cock keeps pressing into me.
“So wet for me,” Shane says as his hand slips down to my center.
“Yes.” It’s all I can manage to say. And if his hand keeps going where I think it’s going, I’ll be lucky to form any coherent words.
My body tenses as he slips a finger inside me, the foreign sensation catching me off guard for just a second. As if Shane can feel my reaction, he kisses me, letting his finger continue to explore while he sets the rest of me at ease the best way he knows how.
“Relax, beautiful,” he whispers. “Just relax. I’ve got you.”
And he does. I feel his lips as he takes each of my breasts in his mouth one at a time, lapping and sucking at each one as his fingers continue to work me. I don’t know which part to concentrate on, both feel so good. Every time I revel in one more than the other, he does something to draw my attention back. And just when I think I have his pattern figured out, he changes it.
Like now. His mouth is starting to kiss down my stomach and across my hips. I look up and prop myself on my elbows as he repositions himself at the bottom of the bed.
“What are you doing?”
He looks up and smiles the most wicked smile on his face. “I never got to have dessert tonight.”
My eyes go wide as I watch him dive into my pussy. My arms give out with the first pass of his tongue. Holy shit, what is this sorcery?
All night I’ve been doing my best not to compare Shane and Paul. But how can I not right now? I know Paul and I had a very bland and mostly nonexistent sex life. Maybe not at the beginning, but as time passed and Paul disappointed me over and over, it became nothing but an obligation. And by the end, I knew I didn’t owe him a thing. In the early years I thoughtthat was normal—the waning interest. I hear married couples talk about it all the time. Or at least, I had convinced myself of that.
