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She lifted up again and sank back down, adding a little hip movement that made his head fall back on the sofa and his eyes cross. Every time she enveloped him, she brought him closer to the brink of insanity.
“Son of a bitch, Emma. You slay me.”
So far, nothing with Emma had been like anything he'd ever experienced. The void in his soul was filled when he was with her. She made him complete.
Other than small moans and groans, Emma never said a word. She let her body and her eyes do all the talking. He followed suit and simply let her move over his body, her pace picking up speed. Shane caught one of her swaying breasts in his mouth, clasping it on her nipple and sucking hard. Emma cried out and increased her pace, her nails digging into his scalp as she held his head against her chest. He lifted his hips up to meet hers when she came down, the friction between them almost too much to bear. Before long, tingling started at the base of his spine at the same time her inner core muscles began to tighten around his cock.
“Shane,” Emma panted out.
“Right there with you, baby,” he ground out, an instant before he held her hips against his and exploded inside of her. An animalistic roar broke free from his chest and mingled with her shouts of his name.
She dropped her forehead to his shoulder, her breath still coming in pants. He ran a hand up and down her curved spine, trying to catch his own breath, even though he was still inside her.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded against his shoulder before raising her head and smiling at him. With her Cheshire-cat grin, sexy tousled hair, and flushed skin, Shane’s gut took a hard hit and his heart rate increased.
“I’m perfect.” Her voice was a husky whisper and her words slow. “You?”
“Never been happier to lose at a hand of poker.”
She chuckled and laid her head back on his shoulder. “I’d say we both won that one.”
Shane didn’t answer, just continued to stroke the soft skin of her back. His gut twisted like a corkscrew. He may have won on the sex front, but after today, that was the only place he would come out a winner when it came to Emma.
Because the one thing he guarded like Fort Knox was already lost.
His heart.
Chapter 20
I'm Not For Sale
Winter came back witha vengeance and settled in deep as the days moved into February. The good news was there hadn’t been any more snow or rain, so the ground stayed dry. The bad news was, Old Man Winter had Madison Ridge and the North Georgia Mountains firmly in his grasp.
In spite of the cold, renovations on the winery were moving right along, and Emma was excited to see it all come together. The largest of the tasting rooms would be complete by the end of the next week. The kitchen and restaurant area were awaiting the final touches once all the other construction was complete.
