Page 39 of Trouble Me
He sighed dramatically. “Well, I’ll need to pull out some more tricks in my arsenal. Let me think.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her eyelids, on each cheek, the corner of her mouth, but avoided her lips. The kisses continued down along the line of her jaw. When he reached the length of her throat, he alternated using his lips and his teeth. Emma began to writhe beneath him and small puffs of breath left her body.
He thumbed the silver anchor laying in the valley of her breasts. “I see you wear this often. I like it.”
She reached up automatically to touch it, and her hand closed over his. “I like the symbolism.”
“Which would be?”
“Hope. I wear it to remind myself of that.”
“Hope,” he murmured. He kissed the pendant before his mouth traveled down between her breasts. His hands caressed her skin, fingers lightly pinching her nipples until they were rock-hard beneath his fingertips. The quick bite of the pinch heightened the pleasure, and the heat in her lower belly intensified.
He continued mapping her body with his mouth, driving her nearly to the edge of insanity.
“Shane, please.” She arched her back while his hot mouth skimmed over the plane of her stomach. Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her. Lifting her hips, she used them to try and guide him to where she wanted him most.
He reached up and fisted their hands together on either side of her hips. “Be still, Peaches. I’m going to do to you what I didn’t get to last night.”
She looked down her body at his face. “And what would that be?” she asked, breathless.
“Take my time. Make slow love to you.” He moved lower, his breath blowing over the curls covering her sex. “I like the way you’re made, Emmaline Reynolds. I’m going to enjoy every inch of you.”
Shane moved to her right thigh, raining kisses over it. Her head dropped back on a sigh, closing her eyes and enjoying his perusal. A second later, her eyes popped back open, and she remembered the ugly, several-inch-long scar on the outside of her left thigh. Shane moved to that side and stopped. She lifted her head again and his eyes met hers. She opened her mouth to explain, but he simply shook his head once.
“Later” was all he said before he lowered his head and, with his eyes on hers, kissed the dark pink, puckered skin, treating it to the same sensual exploration he had provided to the rest of her unblemished body.
To her horror, tears pricked behind her eyes, and she dropped her head back to the pillow. Her chest filled with emotions she couldn't name, to the point that breathing was almost impossible. He held her spellbound with his words and the adoration of her body. The scar on her leg became a forgotten memory. For the last hour or so they’d been together, his hands had stayed busy in other places.
Not like now, when she laid exposed to his eyes, vulnerable. Even in her more serious relationships, she’d never allowed herself to be defenseless.
His journey ended at her toes, where he grinned at her toenails, painted fire-engine red. “The red is sexy.”
He crawled his way back up her curves, settling his head between her legs. With his eyes on hers, he draped a hip over each shoulder, leaned in, and flicked her clit with his tongue. Closing her eyes, Emma threaded her fingers through his hair and arched her hips toward the hot mouth working her over. Shane plunged his tongue inside and tasted every part of her with an intimacy she’d never experienced before. She moaned and writhed, all rationale in her mind unraveling. “I’m close, Shane.”
“That’s right, Emma. Fall apart for me. I’m here for you.”
With each lick and suck of his tongue, pressure built in her chest, down to her core until her orgasm tore through her body, causing her to cry out his name.
Emma closed her eyes and melted into the bed, floaty and boneless. Shane kissed the inside of her thighs then continued his lazy perusal up her body with that magical mouth before capturing hers in a scorching kiss.
She ghosted her hands up his strong, muscled back and pulled him closer. Need, desire, and feelings she didn’t want to acknowledge coursed through her, ran under her skin, threatening to take her under. She needed him, needed to feel him on her, in her. She wanted a taste of all his power.
The lust building in her veins gave her strength and confidence. She pushed at his shoulders and rolled him over on his back. Straddling him, Emma gripped his wrists and pulled them up over his head. With her gaze holding his, she wrapped his fingers around the wooden slats of the headboard. Damn, his hot gaze made her want to sink down on him. But she wanted to return the favor. “Don’t move your hands.”
In response, his tongue flicked at a nipple that brushed across his mouth. Son of a bitch, he was sneaky.
Emma gasped and her core clenched against his cock. “Hmmm...you don’t play fair.”
“And yet I’m the one with no defense,” he said through gritted teeth, bucking his hips against her. The head of his cock slid against her slick heat. One small shift and he’d be inside her. But before that...
She sent him her naughtiest smile and moved down his body, dropping kisses along the center of his chest. His hard pecs twitched under her touch. Her mouth joined in the fun when she licked his nipples before continuing further down his body. A groan rumbled from his chest and she smiled against the warm skin of his torso. With one hand, she trailed her fingertips along his ab muscles and along the well-defined sex lines above his hips. Emma licked her lips, mesmerized by the hot as hell V Shane sported. The man looked as though he were sculpted by Michelangelo himself.
Emma’s gaze lifted to his. A grin curved his lips. “Like what you see?”
She hummed her appreciation. “How about you?” she countered.
“Fuck yeah,” he replied without hesitation, lifting his hips slightly towards her. His cock twitched as though reaching for her.
