Page 48 of Playing With Fire
As if I’d just removed her leash, she pushes up on her tiptoes, wrapping one hand behind my neck and brings her mouth to mine while her other hand works to get my shirt off.
“Damn, Hudson. I don’t think these’ll ever get old,” she breathes, staring at my pecs. She swallows hard, bringing her lips to my exposed flesh and runs a trail of wet kisses, licks, and nips across my collarbone, causing me to grip the counter behind me before my knees give out.
“What do you want, baby? I need to hear the words.”
She immediately gives in to my request. “I want to get lost in you. In what this could be. I want to feel seen and desired. I don’t want to have to imagine what being skin on skin feels like anymore because I’llknow.”
“Shannon, you’reallI see, and I swear to God, I’ve never known desire like this.”
“Show me,” she breathes, snapping my restraint.
“I guess we’re starting with dessert then,” I tease, bending my shirtless torso forward and wrapping my arms around her thighs, lifting her high off the ground, and throwing hergently over my shoulder. She squeals and I delight in the sound.
At the end of the hallway there’s a set of stairs tucked into a tiny alcove. They lead to the loft that faces the wall of windows in the living room. Because we’re higher, the view to the river packs a bigger punch. Careful not to knock her head into the slanted ceiling, I slide Shannon down into my arms and carry her up the steps before laying her gently on the mattress up here. The space isn’t quite big enough for a whole bed, but I keep it prepared for guests in case the guys get too shitfaced and can’t drive home. That never happens to Knox, but occasionally Phoenix will crash up here if Jake and Dylan take the guest room downstairs.
“The view is better up here,” I tell her, waving out toward the windows.
“The view’s been breathtaking ever since I arrived,” she counters, eyes locked on mine while she licks her lips and her chest heaves with desire.
Kneeling over her, I bring my mouth to hers in a slow kiss, but quickly realize the tempo istooslow. She’s not after sweet and gentle. Her nails are clawing my back and she’s trying to lock her ankles behind me, dragging me toward her on the mattress.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I say, knowing she understands what I’m talking about.
She nods and pulls her sweater off, tossing it onto the floor next to us.
“Fuck. I can’t believe I get to touch you.” It comes out as a mix between a groan and a prayer of thanksgiving as my eyes roam over her body before stopping in their tracks just below her bra.
“You got a tattoo.” It’s not a question, more like a statement of disbelief.
She nods. “Once I make my mind up about something, I’m pretty good at following through.”
“It’s beautiful, and perfectly you.” I lean down to trace the waves with my tongue and she shivers beneath my mouth.
Smooth skin over taut, yet feminine, muscles greets me as I move on and bury my face between her breasts, inhaling. The proverbial door has been opened and I’m choosing to walk right through it. Pulling her bra to the side, I wrap my lips around her nipple before trapping it with my teeth and flicking it with my tongue. Her hands fly to the back of my head as she squirms beneath me, holding me to her.
I switch to her other nipple before I can’t handle having anything between us anymore. Reaching under her, I unclasp her bra with one hand and slide the straps down her arms with the other.
“Done that a few times, have you?” she says jokingly, the light in her eyes the brightest I’ve ever seen it.
“Just good with my hands.”
“Do you plan on showing me what else they can do?” she breathes.
I smirk, but instead of answering her, I turn my attention back to getting her undressed. Running my hand down her stomach, I pop the button on her jeans—also one-handed. But I need both for the next part.
Sitting back on my heels, I torture us both by slowly pulling her jeans down her legs and tossing them to the side with her shirt.
“Fuck. Me.” My exhaled growl is all the declaration of lust she needs, but just to be sure, I run my hands up her legs not wanting to miss any point of contact before hooking my fingers in the elastic band of her panties and pulling them down, as well. The thin strip of fabric makes me raise my brows, and she chuckles.
“Didn’t peg me as a thong girl?”
“I’ve tried really hard not to imagine what kind of woman you are,” I choke out, staring at the glistening pink pussy calling my name. “But now I want to know everything…starting with how you taste.”
Wasting no more time, I inch back until I’ve got one leg stretched out behind me and my other knee bent—like I’m getting ready to army-crawl my way inside her. Hooking my arms under her legs with my hands on her ass, I lower my face and feast.
Chapter 19
Shannon
