Page 68 of The One I Love
“Shane! You can’t do that here!”
“Who says?”
“Me! It’s unsanitary. People eat here!”
He flashes me a devilish grin. “I know. And I’m about to feast.”
That’s the last thing he says as he licks me from back to front, the slow motion of his tongue making me throw my head back in ecstasy. I stay like that for I don’t know how long—I justrelax and let the feel of Shane’s mouth, combined with the scratch of his beard, do their magic. I balance myself on one hand, letting the other comb through his hair. I gently scratch at his scalp, which judging by the reaction I get every time I do this, he quite enjoys. Like right now, just the lightest sensation of my nails against his skin speeds him up. He was taking his time before. Slowly building. But with just that little touch the man is now eating me like I’m his last meal.
“Holy shit,” I let out in a breathy tone. “Shane, I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.” He takes his mouth off me for just a second, just long enough to insert two fingers, working them now in tandem with his skilled tongue. Damn, that tongue…one day it will be the death of me.
But what a way to go out.
I put my other hand back on the counter, needing it to hold myself up. That proves to be an effort in futility as Shane hits that perfect spot. My arms give out, the pleasure too much for me to handle as I fall back onto the hard surface of the island. I’m frantically searching for something to hold onto, but all I can find is the stack of today’s mail.
My body is heating up, and suddenly the weight of this sleeveless blouse is just too much for me to handle. I rip it open, and I think I might have popped a button, but it’s a small price to pay. All I know is that the second the cool air hits my skin, I feel a bit of relief. But not much, because at the same time Shane has made it his mission to give me an orgasm right here in the middle of my kitchen.
“Oh! Shane!” I scream as my hands find the top of his head, pulling his hair so hard I might leave a bald spot. It’s a good thing I’m holding onto something, because before I know it I’m coming harder than I think I ever have in my entire life. My whole body is shaking. Why am I shaking? Am I supposed to shake?
“It’s okay, beautiful. I got you.”
And he does. Shane somehow brings my body down through gentle touches and kisses. I also feel a warmness between my legs as he takes care of me. The sensations, combined with the drop in adrenaline, is suddenly making me very tired.
“Are you falling asleep on me?”
I shake my head as I slowly open my eyes to see Shane standing next to me. “I think you killed me.”
He smiles. “Nah, I think you have another one in you.”
That wakes me up. “Another one?”
“I think so.”
“Shane, I don’t think I can walk, let alone do anything else.”
“You don’t need to worry about walking.”
In one swift motion, Shane has me scooped in his arms, carrying me through my kitchen, living room, and then up the stairs toward my bedroom. I might be in an orgasmic coma, but it’s not lost on me that Shane is carrying me like a bride over the threshold. Not that I know what that is like. Paul certainly didn’t do it after our courthouse wedding.
What would that be like? To be in a white dress—would I wear white?—and have Shane carrying me to our bedroom after saying “I do.” Shane in a three-piece suit, looking handsome as hell. Maybe his tie would be undone a bit. We’d be a little tipsy and tired from a night spent with our families and friends. But not too tired to come back to our space and spend the night in each other’s arms.
I’ve never thought about getting married again. When I divorced Paul, I figured that was it. Sure, I might date again, but marriage? I wasn’t rushing to do that again. Why would you want something a second time that sucked the first time? Plus, I figured that no man would want to take the package deal that is me and thekids.
Then again, I never thought about that man being Shane. Would he want to get married? We’ve never talked about it, even in casual conversation. Hell, before tonight I never knew he did anything in the realm of dating, let alone getting married.
“Amelia, please turn off your brain.”
Wow, I must have been deep in thought, since I’m now sitting on my bed and a nearly naked Shane is standing in front of me. I wince. “Sorry.”
“Anything I need to know about?”
I become lost in trance again, only it’s because this time Shane is sliding down his boxer briefs. “Nope.”
He chuckles as he comes down to bed, but not before slipping off my shirt that’s been dangling open and my bra. “Come here.”
Shane brings me into him, and we fall into a deep kiss, wrapping ourselves around each other like vines on a tree. I love the feel of our bare skin against each other. I don’t know what it is. Shane is so warm, like he could heat me through the night if he just held me close enough. And yes, feeling every dip and valley of his defined chest and arms helps, but it’s not that.
