Page 51 of Trouble Me
“Mine, too. And maybe you can bake me some later today.”
“I don’t know, I might be busy.”
His eyes narrowed. “Do you need some incentive? Because I can oblige.”
As he moved down her body, she arched against him, pressing her naked breasts into his roaming hands and giving him full access to her neck. “A little incentive never hurt any...one...” The last word came on a gasp when Shane cupped one of her breasts and sucked on the nipple. “Um, yes. Yes, I think...” God, shecouldn’tthink when he moved his tongue on the beaded flesh.
He lifted his head, his mouth hovering over the aching peak. “What was that? You think...?”
Their eyes held. Emma ran her fingers into his dark hair and held fast to the soft locks. Being with Shane brought out feelings she’d never had for anyone. What they had burned hotter than the white-hot sun.
“Show me what’s fun, Shane,” she whispered.
The grin she was now addicted to spread across his face. “With pleasure, love.”
“I’m going to need a shower soon, though.”
He moved back up her body and settled himself between her hips. “Care for some company in the shower?”
She matched his grin with one of her own. “Of course.”
Before she could take the next breath, Shane scooped her out of the bed and carried her into the bathroom, a smirk of his own across his handsome face.
After another round of mind-blowing sex that gave her new appreciation for built-in shower benches, Emma made them a hearty breakfast of eggs over medium, thick strips of bacon, and sourdough toast. All of his favorite breakfast things, he said.
Once the dishes were cleared, she sat across from him while he read the local newspaper. Through the steam wafting up from the coffee cup balanced on her knees, she studied him.
A lock of dark hair fell over his forehead, his strong jaw and broad shoulders relaxed, his gaze scanning the paper in front of him. God, he was a beautiful man. A blush bloomed over her skin before she could stop it. But before she lost herself in him again, she needed answers about what Colin told her.
Sipping her coffee, she decided to go for it. “So, I had a visitor at the winery yesterday.”
Shane looked up and gave his attention to her. “Oh? Who was it?”
“Your brother, Colin.”
The relaxed demeanor disappeared and the ocean blue of his eyes turned into blue-gray thunderclouds. His fingers tensed for a moment before releasing and folding the paper. “What did Colin want?”
Emma raised a brow. Whoa. She’d never heard Shane’s voice so flat and cold before.
“Well, he was there to see you. He wanted to surprise you and see how the renovation was coming along. But since you weren’t there, he took me to lunch, and I took him on a tour of the building.”
Shane sat back, his arms crossing his chest. “Did Colin have any ideas about what he’d do better?” His tone was razor sharp.
“No, he was impressed with everything. Loved the vibe and area, he said.” Emma paused and picked her words carefully. If Shane was annoyed about that, Emma feared he might lose his shit on the next topic. But it was one that she needed to get off her chest. She couldn’t avoid it any longer.
Emma cleared her throat, unsure about broaching the next subject. Averting her eyes, she trailed a finger around the rim of her cup. “Colin also mentioned something else. I’m not sure why he did. I mean, it’s not clear to me just what we...are. Whatever this is.”
Jeez, she was fumbling this big-time. When he didn’t fill the silence, she went on. “He told me about Marlene.”
She studied his face for any sort of reaction, but he stayed impassive. His shoulders stiffened, and Emma wanted to appreciate the play of his chest and ab muscles, but she was more concerned with the invisible wall he’d just put up between them.
“Colin should have kept that to himself.”
She paused. “Want to talk about it?”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” He shot to his feet, picking up his coffee mug and stalking across the kitchen. Emma jumped when the cup hit the sink with a crash, followed by a string of dark cursing. She stayed still and silent while Shane paced the kitchen like an angry, caged tiger.
He turned to her, his eyes shooting blue flames, his hands jammed on his hips. “You want to know about Marlene? Fine, I’ll tell you about her. It won’t take long. She was an addict wrapped in a beautiful package, who didn’t give a shit about anything except her next fix of heroin.”
