Page 25 of My Trainer Neighbor
Light filtered through Shawn's blinds, illuminating the evidence of last night scattered across his floor.My black dress crumpled near the door.His jeans thrown over a chair.My bra hanging from the lamp.
Jesus.What had I done?
I turned to look at him sleeping beside me, and my breath caught.He was lying on his stomach, the sheet riding low on his hips, exposing the broad expanse of his back and the curve of his ass.Even unconscious, he looked powerful.Dangerous.
Mine.
The possessive thought should have sent me running.Instead, it sent a throb of need straight to my core, reminding me exactly how thoroughly he'd claimed me last night.
How many times he'd made me come.
How he'd made me beg for more.
My face burned as fragments of memory assaulted me.How he'd spread me out on his dining table like I was dessert.The filthy things he'd said against my skin.How he'd used his mouth and hands to drive me so wild I'd screamed his name loud enough for the entire building to hear.
How I'd clawed at his back and wrapped my legs around his waist and begged him not to stop.
I'd never been that woman before.The woman who lost control completely.Who forgot about consequences and just took what she wanted.
But Shawn had turned me into her, and God help me, I loved who I became in his bed.
"Morning, beautiful."When I turned to face him, his green eyes were already focused on me with an intensity that made my pulse race.
"Hi," I managed, suddenly self-conscious about being naked in daylight.
"How do you feel?"He reached out to trace a finger along my collarbone, and I shivered at the contact.
"Sore," I admitted.
His grin was pure male satisfaction."Good sore or bad sore?"
"Good sore."Very good sore.The kind that reminded me with every movement exactly how big he was and how completely he'd filled me.
"Even better."His hand slid lower, cupping my breast, his thumb brushing across my nipple."Because I'm not nearly done with you yet."
The promise in his voice made my core clench with want, but panic was starting to creep in around the edges.This was supposed to be one night.A moment of weakness brought on by wine and loneliness and how he'd looked at me like I was something precious.
It wasn't supposed to change everything.
"Shawn, about last night."
"Was incredible."His mouth replaced his hand on my breast, and rational thought became impossible."You were incredible."
I arched into him, my hands finding his hair."This is complicated."
"No, it's not."He moved lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down my stomach."This is simple.I want you.You want me.Everything else is just noise."
His mouth was getting dangerously close to where I was already aching for him again, and I knew if he put his mouth on me there, I'd lose the ability to think entirely.
"We're neighbors," I gasped as his tongue traced the crease where my thigh met my hip.
"So?"
"So we have to see each other every day."
"I'm counting on it."He looked up at me, his eyes nearly black with intent."Spread your legs, Nicole.Let me taste you."
The command was delivered in that low, authoritative voice that made me want to obey without question.But my brain was still trying to function, still trying to maintain some semblance of control.
