Page 51 of Crush
“That was so fun, Shea,” I said. I laid my head against his shoulder, so firm and strong.
“Yeah. Wasn't it?” Shea freed his burly arm, wrapped it around my body, and pulled me snugly against him. He was so big and warm.
“I can't believe we had to do that slow dance in front of everybody,” I said, giggling. I set my hand on his abdomen. Through his dress shirt, I could feel the hard, sexy ridges of his washboard abs. I tasted the texture with the tips of my fingers.
He chuckled. “We made a good couple though, don't you think?” His hand traveled down my side and grazed over my ass. “Queen?”
I knocked his sneaky paw away. “Shea!”
He smirked. “What?”
“Youknow what.” I patted my palm against his prickly cheek. He was clean-shaven when we left for the gala, but now his cheek was already coarse with stubble. “What would Chloe say if she saw us like this?”
Shea's hand went tomy face, too. Softly, his fingers stroked my cheek, and his eyes burned into mine.
“Honestly?” he whispered in my ear. The deep rasp of his gritty, sexy growl warmed my ear lobe and sent a chill down my spine. “Chloe's right.”
My nerves tingled, but I didn't say a word.
“I want you, Brynn. I want youbad.”
“Shea …!” I panted. “I don't know what to say.”
“Don't say anything.”
And just like that, the hockey player made his move.
His lips met mine, and the sucking and smacking of wet kisses replaced our silly backseat banter. I melted in his mouth—his lips so warm, his taste so right, his kisses so perfect. Two months of pent-up lust, denial and frustration flowed through our mouths. Shea's tongue searched for mine, and without hesitation, I gave him mine. Our tongues touched, slithered, and wove together.
Shea's desire grew and he kissed me with an ever-rising urgency. I yielded to him, slowly retreating under his immense weight, until my back was pressed into the seat and Shea was on top of me.
“You're so goddamn beautiful, Brynn,” he snarled in my ear.
The athlete dragged his massive hands up and down my stomach, torturing my nerves with the tips of his fingers. He had a touch as light and soft as a feather. With hushed whimpers and soft moans, I implored him to put his hands allovermy body. I opened for him like a flower.
With his lips locked on mine, his hands traveled higher, higher, higher—until I was certain he'd grab my breasts. But Shea was an artful and deliberate tease. And as we kissed, his hands cruelly fell just short of my breasts. My nipples, straining against the silk of my dress, ached for his touch.
It was my turn to whisper inhisear.
“Shea, I want your hands. Alloverme.”
Those were the magic words.
Shea growled like an animal and cupped my tits with his titan-sized hands. He squeezed my boobs, jiggled them in his palm, pinched and tugged at my nipples. I writhed and moaned, kissing the hockey player deeper and harder, kissing him like I'd never kissedanyonein my life.
We'd forgotten where we were. I'd slid further and further under Shea's weight, and he pressed his hips against mine. My eyes widened when I felt it at last—the bulge between his legs, huge and long and hard. I wanted it. Ineededit. I wrapped my legs around his trunk and pulled him deeper into me, rubbing his rock-hard manhood against my crotch.
That's when I realized the car wasn't moving, and the driver awkwardly cleared his throat.
“Ahem. Excuse me, sir, but we have arrived at your destination.”
Chapter 18
Brynn
We bolted upright and separated like we'd just been caught.
Shea plucked a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and gave it to the driver. Then he gave the driver a second one “to keep this quiet.”
