Page 19 of Here Be Dragons
"Why are you here, Shane?"
He leaned down and kissed her gently, her lips soft and tender. This definitely wasn't going to be like last time. He wasn't just going to have sex with Ava, The Woman From The Bar. No, he wanted Ava Foster, all of her, and he was going to take as long as he wanted this time.
"You're so fucking sexy," he murmured against her lips.
She pulled back and gave him a teasing smile. "Wait until you see me with my clothes off."
She started to reach for the hem of her shirt, but he gently grabbed her wrist to stop her. She stared back at him, confusion on her face.
"No, I don't mean..." He took a breath and closed his eyes. "I mean, your body is amazing, but it's more than that. I want you to know that the way you took charge and acted all lawyer-y or whatever tonight, it turned me on in a way that made it very uncomfortable to be sitting in your room with other people."
He could feel her arm loosen in his grip and he gently let it slide from his fingers to her side.
"You liked it when I talked about lawyer stuff?"
"You have no idea how sexy your lawyer talk is."
"Sexy?" she asked. "You thought me talking about laws and contracts was sexy?"
He growled in frustration and took a step back from her. "Yes, I thought it was sexy. I had to start singing the Canadian anthem in my head to distract myself from the hard-on in my pants."
Ava blatantly looked down at his pants. She was staring at him and if he was more self-conscious or there were other people around, he would feel uncomfortable right now. But a gorgeous woman was staring at his body with heat in her eyes and he wasn't about to stop her. Hell, considering how much it was turning him on, he had no problem with her staring.
"Those pants don't leave much to the imagination, do they?" she said.
He could feel the tightness growing in him. He knew there was a reason she was staring at him like that. He knew he couldn't hide what he was feeling right now, and he really didn't want to anyway. Not like earlier. Not when it was just the two of them alone in her room now.
"They don't leave much to the imagination," he said.
He wasn't really sure what happened next, but in one quick move, Ava's shirt was in a pile on the floor and her lips were pressed against his. Hell, her whole body was pressed against his and he couldn't help wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer to him. She moaned and he could feel it vibrate through his fingers pressed against her back. If she was going to drive him wild just with this kiss, there was no way he would be able to hold on for anything else.
Shane pulled her against him, slowly walking backward until his knees hit the edge of the bed. He sat down slowly and let her straddle his lap as she put more pressure on him. He was grateful now that he had decided to put on those flimsy track pants instead of something more constricting.
He was also thankful for whatever fashion creators decided to make leggings a thing. Ava's leggings were soft under his calloused hands as he ran his palms up her thighs. She rewarded him with a warm moan that radiated from her lips through his entire body. He wasn't going to make it unless he took a breath and took his time.
"Slow down there, lawyer," he said quietly against her lips.
"Can't keep up?" she asked.
He growled. "I can keep up just fine, but you're just..."
Shane's voice trailed off. She was just what? There were so many words he could think of if he could think straight. But he wasn't thinking straight right now. The blood had rushed out of his brain to other parts of his body and he was having trouble keeping up with Ava's mind. Well, Ava's mind and all the rest of her.
She stood up and looked down at him, her perky breasts in that basic bra level with his eyes. Yeah, he definitely liked women in black lace bras, but there was also something about a woman in a basic bra. No frills or bow or any of that stuff. Women plan to wear bras like that when they plan to have sex. But women with basic bras were women who were surprised about the turn of events and are still going with them. They don't care about what they're wearing, they weren't planning to fuck a hockey player like some puck bunny. They aren't high-maintenance models like his last girlfriend. They just want you and they want you now.
Ava wanted him now.
She leaned down, giving him a nice view of her curves, and kissed him hard. "Get your shirt off," she demanded.
"Yes, ma'am," he said with a teasing smile.
"I'm not old enough to be a ma'am."
He watched as she went into the bathroom. Yeah, he definitely watched as that ass walked away from him in those tight leggings. He had to close his eyes and listen to her rummage around for something as he tried to calm himself down.
She told you to take your shirt off. Take your shirt off, dammit.
He pulled his shirt off and dumped it on the floor, then stripped his track pants off and dropped them too. They weren't any use to him anyway at this point considering how much Ava had already wound him up. She walked back in, her eyes once again falling on his crotch, and a sly smile spread across her lips. She was so damn gorgeous when she did that, when she made it clear that she was confident and knew exactly what she wanted.
