Page 37 of Trouble Me
“I—”
She poked him hard in the center of the chest. “If you didn’t want to hire me, you could have said no. But since you did hire me, the least you could do is act normal. You want to be a cold bastard? Be one. But stop running hot and cold with me. Because I’m done trying to figure out whether or not you want me around.”
Her chest heaved with exertion. He gritted his teeth and advanced on her until her back hit the counter of the island behind her. “Don’t you get it? I want nothing more than to be around you. But when I am, I can’t think straight. You trouble me to no end. It’s all I can do to keep my hands off you.”
Her whiskey-colored eyes widened slightly and she licked her lips.
She was killing him. Slowly, but surely. His cock was hard enough to drive nails into a wall without breaking a sweat. The last line of his sanity snapped. “Fuck it.”
Before he could think of the consequences, his hands cupped her face and his mouth crashed to hers. She fisted his shirt in her hands, pulling him closer. When his tongue lined the slit of her lips, she opened for him and he plundered her mouth, his tongue sliding against hers. It was hot and demanding as she met his lust head-on. He turned her head to get better leverage, taking the kiss deeper. The moans coming from her set the blood boiling in his veins. She angled her hips, grinding against him, and stars exploded behind his eyelids. She could, no doubt, feel the evidence of his need against her thigh.
He’d known desire before, but this kiss, just this kiss alone showed him that anything before Emma had been nowhere near passion.
His hands moved up under her thick sweater, the backs of his fingers grazing the soft skin of her stomach and making her inhale sharply against his mouth. He continued his way up to cup her firm breasts, rolling her nipples between two fingers. She cried out and let her head fall back, her dark hair a waterfall behind her. The position gave him full access to devour the long, creamy column of her throat.
“Shane...” she gasped, her hands finding their way into his hair, grabbing tightly. Stepping back, he pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it behind him. The lacy bra that covered her breasts was sexy and elegant all at the same time, but now that he had his hands on her, he needed to feel her skin. He freed those lovely tits of their confines and tossed the bra to join her sweater on the floor.
“Ah, Emma. Look at you.” She took his breath away, her breasts bare and on display for him. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to him and cupped her with his other hand. “So beautiful,” he murmured, just before his lips closed over a nipple.
She moaned and gasped his name, her hands buried in his hair again. It was as though she anchored herself to him. His tongue swirled around the areola, before sucking on the hardened peak, first one side then the other. God, she was sweet, just like the peaches and cream of her skin.
He lifted his head and met her eyes, cloudy with desire that sharpened when he slid a hand down her body and unbuttoned her slacks. He pushed the pants and panties down in one motion and she kicked them away when they hit her ankles. Her head fell back on a groan when his fingers found her slick and ready for him. Flames of desire danced along his skin, and as much as he wanted to drag this out, he couldn’t hold back much longer.
Her eyes held his while she tugged at the buttons of his shirt. Desperate to be skin-on-skin with her, he lifted a hand and reached behind his neck, pulling the shirt over his head in a single motion. Her hands worked the button and fly of his jeans. Having gone commando, when her hand slid inside his jeans, it closed around his hot erection, causing his vision to blur. “Fuck,” he muttered as she stroked his hard length. He had enough wits about him to remember the condom in his wallet.
“Let me,” she whispered, taking the foil packet from his hand. With her teeth, she ripped open the package. With deft fingers, she rolled it over his aching cock, making him recite baseball stats just so he wouldn't explode in her hand. In his next breath, he lifted her up on the counter and stepped between her thighs, his focus solely on getting inside her.
She wrapped her long legs around his waist, pulling him close. He gripped her hips and she stared into his eyes as he guided his length into her heat. Twin moans filled the room when he filled her completely, and her eyelids fluttered briefly before opening again. His vision went hazy, but he didn’t move, letting her body accommodate his size. Shane bared his teeth in an effort to hold back the ending before they really got started. She was soft and hot and better than any fantasy his brain could conjure up.
Emma twined her arms around his neck and tunneled her hands into his hair. She brought his head down and their lips met in a searing, hot kiss. He pulled his hips back slowly before sliding back home, his fingers digging into her hips, her legs tightening around his middle. With every stroke, they found a pace and rhythm, moving together as though they’d done this hundreds of times before. Her skin burned beneath his hands, and her breasts brushed against his chest with every thrust.
The tingling started at the base of his spine when the muscles of her core tightened around him. They raced toward the edge of the cliff together, and seconds later she convulsed around his cock, his name a half cry, half moan from her lips. The feel of her heat wrapped around him in a death grip nailed him right in the gut, tearing its way through his resolve. With one last snap of his hips, he soared over the edge and into his own nirvana.
When they came back down to earth and their breathing returned to normal, Shane brushed his lips against her forehead and moved away to dispose of the condom. In the small half bathroom, he caught sight of himself in the mirror. He couldn’t help but grin at the way his hair stuck up in places all over his head. Warmth spread through his body thinking about Emma’s grip on his hair. Desire coiled in his lower belly again.
“Down, boy,” he murmured to his reflection before leaving the room.
When he walked back into the kitchen, she slid down from the counter and bent down to pick up her clothes. The sight of her only served to make him want a repeat of the mind-blowing sex they’d just finished. His cock was all for another round.
She straightened, holding her slacks and underwear against her chest. They partially covered her nakedness and it was a damn shame for her to be covered up. He’d have to fix that.
Shane walked over to her and pushed his hands into her soft, thick mane of dark hair. He’d never really thought much about a woman’s hair before, but Emma’s was as enchanting as the rest of her. She leaned her head back and he kissed her mouth softly. When Shane lifted his head and looked down at her face, he was struck breathless by her beauty. Her eyes opened slowly and still held a sex-dazed sheen to them. “Hello, Emma,” he said with a smile.
“Hello, Shane.” The smile she returned was that of a thoroughly satisfied woman. Shane wasn’t ashamed to admit he felt ten feet tall and bulletproof knowing he’d put that look there.
He ran a fingertip under her eye. “You look like you got about as much sleep as I did last night. I say we take a nap.”
Her lips curved into a smirk. “A nap, huh? I know what that’s code for.”
His hands traveled down her back, caressing the soft skin as he went. Her skin was like satin and he couldn’t stop touching her. “Well, we might sleep. We might do some other things,” he murmured, rubbing his nose against her cheek. “Wanna go find out?”
Emma averted her gaze to the clothes she held trapped between their bodies. “I should probably be going.”
Shane’s stomach lurched. She was right. He’d chosen to ignore the voice in his head that told him they’d crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed. Hell, they’d sprinted across the damn thing. But if Emma was going to put distance between them now, he needed to follow suit.
No matter how much it pissed him off.
He nodded and dropped his hands, taking a small step back from her and the heat of her body. “Probably.”
