Page 52 of Crush
The driver nodded. “Of course, sir. Thank you very much.”
Shea and I climbed out, and the car sped off.
Shea put his arm around me. We didn't say a word as we walked to the front door. He fished his keys from his pocket, opened the door, and let me step in first.
I watched as Shea closed and locked the door behind him. I wasn't sure what was supposed to happen next. I wondered if, being back in his own house, a moment of clarity might grip him—and keep him from making what could end up being ahugemistake?
It wasn'tjustthat I was the kid's nanny.Ilived here too, after all—he shared his house with me. We could still stop ourselves here and blame alcohol for our steamy little moment in cab. But if we couldn't stop ourselves from going too far, whoknewhow badly we might regret this night in the future?
Hell,Iwas starting to have second thoughts. But before I could do or say anything, Shea pressed himself into my rear.
“Couldn't keep my eyes off you all night,” he said. As we stood in the middle of the living room, he wrapped his huge arms around my front.
He planted his lips on my neck and sucked. I wilted under his touch.
“Mm,” he panted. “You taste so good, Brynn.”
From behind, he rubbed his hard bulge against me. Sensing his desire, the spot between my thighs grew damp and throbbed. If he kept teasing me like this, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold him back for long—so if clear heads were going to prevail, they had to do itnow.
“Shea …” I gulped, my knees buckling.
“Yes, Brynn?” Shea teased as he slowly tugged the zipper at the back of my dress.
My voice was a quivering whisper. “Do you think … maybe … this could end up being a bad idea?”
He chuckled, and puffs of his breath tickled my sensitive neck.
“You said you wanted my handsallover you,” he said. “Andthatsounds like a pretty good idea to me.”
Then there was aswishas the silk garment fell to my feet. I stood nearly naked in front of my former childhood crush, and current boss, wearing only heels and a thong.
He turned me around to face him. I covered my breasts in my hands. Shea's eyes traveled up and down my body, drinking me in.
“Wow,” he grumbled.
Without hesitation, he scooped me into his arms as if I weighed nothing. My heels fell to the floor and our hot, juicy lips came together once again as Shea carried me to the sofa.
There's no turning back now.
The captain tossed me into the sofa's cushions. I dared to keep my breasts buried in my arms, but Shea wouldn't have it.
“Mine,” he roared possessively.
Overpowering me easily, Shea pried my hands from my tits and sucked at my nipples so hard I yelped out in pain—though a part of me loved his rough treatment of me, and loved it even more when he didn't let up.
His large hands ran up and down every inch of my bare skin. He pawed at me greedily, grabbing and pulling at my flesh, always wantingmore, always taking more.
“You're so goddamn beautiful,” he growled once more. “I've wanted you for so long.”
His hand went between my legs and slid up my thighs. His fingers stroked against the crotch of my panties. We both knew it then—I was sinfully wet.
“You soaked your panties,” Shea muttered huskily. “Fuck, that's hot.”
The hockey player grabbed hold of my thong and yanked it down my legs. Without looking, he tossed it carelessly over his shoulder.
Shea grabbed my bottom and pulled me to the edge of the sofa. He knelt before me and parted my legs. I was so open, so exposed for him.
“Shea,” I moaned.
