Page 44 of Trouble Me
Now was his opportunity to touch her and still look like a gentleman. Shane leaned down. “Put your arm around my neck.” She followed his instruction, and he gathered her up, one arm under her knees, lifting her out of the tire.
“There. I’ve got you now.” His voice was low and as tight as the hardness growing behind the fly of his jeans.
Her free arm came up to join the other, her eyes bright. “And now that you do, what do you plan to do with me?”
“Well, at the moment, you have the advantage, Peaches.”
She cocked her head to the side. “Why do you call me Peaches?”
“Well, the first time I met you, you wore a peach-colored uniform, you were born in the Peach State, but most of all, it’s because your skin is soft and you taste sweet.” He brushed his lips against hers. “Just like a peach.” The thought of tasting her again didn’t do anything to help the discomfort below the belt.
She swallowed hard. “Okay,” she croaked out. “Peaches it is.” Her eyes narrowed and her arms tightened slightly before releasing. “It does appear I have the advantage here.” Emma pressed her chest to his, moving against him sensually and taking little love bites out of his neck.
Son of a bitch. If she didn’t stop doing that he was going to take her right on the ground, and he said a little prayer that he wouldn’t drop her.
“Emma,” he said tightly, “I know I said you had the advantage, but I really don’t want to drop you.”
Her chuckle was soft and seductive against his neck. “You won’t drop me, Shane. I trust you.”
A pang of guilt twisted in his gut. He should walk away, right now. He was a selfish prick. But in that moment, desire to be near her and touch her again won out. “We need to go back to the house. Now. Before I fuck you up against that tree.”
She lifted her head up, her smile that of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing to her man. “Dirty boy. But as hot as that just made me, the idea of bark burn isn’t really all that appealing.” Emma dropped her eyes to his lips before raising her eyes back to his. “However, I’m not opposed to rug burn.” Her lips curved into a wicked grin.
Damn, he wanted to eat her alive in all the best ways possible.
“Time to go home,” he said shortly. He set her down on her feet, only to pick her up again in a fireman’s hold.
“Shane!” Emma yelped. “Put me down!” Her hands slapped his back as she squirmed.
He smacked her ass lightly, making her squeak. “Be still so I don’t drop you.”
“Only if you promise to do that again when we get to bed.”
“Your wish is my command,” he replied and picked up the pace to the house.
By the time they made it to the back door, Shane’s dick was hard as a steel rod and walking was painful. He set Emma on her feet and she turned to open the door. They’d barely cleared the doorway when Shane walked Emma backwards until her back connected with the wall.
Her amber-colored eyes darkened to that caramel color that was as sinful as it was sweet. He joined their hands and lifted them over her head, caging her with his body. The tip of her tongue peeked out and lined her top lip. “Well, Mr. Kavanaugh, now that you have me, what ever will you do with me?”
Shane gave her his best wicked smile. “Oh, I have plenty of things I’m going to do with you, Ms. Reynolds.” He nuzzled her neck with his nose and nipped her soft earlobe. “Be patient, Peaches.”
He covered her mouth with his and swallowed her moan, their tongues sliding together in a dance as old as time. Shane slid his hands over the curves of her breasts, hips, and ass, never breaking the kiss. She twined her arms around his neck and when he hitched her up, she wrapped those long legs around his waist.
“Shane,” she murmured against his mouth, “I want you. I want to feel your skin on mine again.”
He groaned. “Hold on. I don’t want to drop you.”
“This works for me.” She nipped at his jaw.
He grit his teeth and recited baseball stats. “No way. As much as I want to take you right here, the bed’s going to be more comfortable for the plans I have in mind. We can try this position later.”
And they did. In fact, they christened the kitchen, the living room, and the dining room. Later that night, when the winter sun set below the horizon and the sky darkened to a deep indigo, Shane gathered Emma to his side. Something deep in his gut pulled at him when she snuggled against him and fell asleep. He lay on his back, stroking the velvety skin of her arm flung across his chest. He couldn’t remember ever having a better, completely off-the-grid day. It was liberating.
But he should have left sooner. Hell, he should have never come over in the first place. By doing so, they’d officially moved past the ability to call whatever they were doing a one-night stand. Shane knew things about Emma now, personal things, including the plans she had for the house. Her plans didn’t include selling it to any interested parties.
It was time to regain focus, and that focus was on business. Opening the winery, buying the perfect property, and saving the family company from destruction, before it was too late.
