Page 37 of Lost in You (Flirting with Forever 1)

That pink steals over her cheeks again. I wonder if there will ever be a time when I don’t make her blush. Without waiting another second, I hook my fingers in the waistband of my boxer briefs, shove them down over my ass, and allow my cock to finally spring free. I glance up at Madison, who is no longer looking into my eyes, but straight at my groin.

The heat emanating from her focus blows across the room, almost suffocating me, and makes me roll the condom on faster than I’ve ever done before. In a flash, I’m back between her legs, my cock achingly close to heaven.

My lips find hers again, tongues stroke, hearts race, bodies strain to be ever closer to each other.

I may go out of my mind if I’m not inside her soon. Between us, I reach my hand down, stroking my fingers through her arousal again, playing with her sweet pussy, making sure she’s ready for me.

“Shawn. I need you. I need this. Please …” Her words are punctuated by gasps and low moans.

I stare into her eyes, and the need in them chokes me up. In response, I enter her in one smooth stroke, filling her completely. I duck my head down next to her ear to whisper, “Madison, I hope you’re ready for this. Because I intend to love your body all night long.”

Her breath stutters out, chest heaving. “You’re so—”

Chapter 19

Madison

Holy shit. “Big. Oh my God.” I can’t even draw a full breath as I try to adjust to the sensation of being so incredibly full.

Stifling a laugh, Shawn withdraws and eases back inside me before he takes my head between his hands and nuzzles my nose with his. “Are you okay?”

“I think so,” I gasp as he strokes into me again. “Oh my God. I mean, yes.” Uneven breaths flutter across my lips as I become accustomed to his size and the pace he is setting.

He thrusts into me, powerful and sure, owning every piece of me. I arch my back, wanton, needing to feel him everywhere, and it seems to spur him on. Just when I think I can’t possibly handle any more, he reaches between us, and rubs the flat of his fingers over my clit, circling, gliding, caressing. My moans turn into strangled, needy cries.

“Shawn. Shawn. You’re going to make me come.” The release coils in my belly so tightly I feel like I’m about to black out. All I see is him. All I feel is him. All I want is him. My heart aches with the realization, and I hope he feels even a fraction of what I do.

A wash of tingles spreads from my extremities inward, all leading to my pulsing core as the orgasm sweeps over me. I see stars—brilliant, bright flashes behind my eyelids. Shawn raises his upper body from me and kneels between my legs, fingers still working their magic, cock still sliding in and out of me, though at a slower pace, as if his goal is to prolong my pleasure.

When I open my eyes, he’s looking down at me in wonder.

He speaks in a ragged whisper. “That was the most breathtakingly beautiful thing I’ve witnessed in my entire life.”

Feelings pour freely from his musician’s soul, his words winding their way around my heart and squeezing tightly. “So beautiful, Butterfly.”

He lowers himself back to me, hooks each of my legs over his arms, spreading them wide. He lavishes my mouth with drugging kisses, kisses that touch me so deeply on an emotional level, I only want more of them, of him. I can’t concentrate. With his tongue in my mouth and his cock stroking deep inside of me, something unlocks and I give myself over to him, trusting him fully with my body.

Shawn has made me want him. And I want him shamelessly.

He pants above me, low, guttural groans ripping from him. Sheer ecstasy, that’s all I feel, and it’s matched in his expression. My name tumbles from his lips as he finds his release. Naked emotion swims freely in his eyes when he stares down into mine.

“Madison, what have you done to me?”

He’s so raw in this moment, completely swept away with me, I can’t handle it. My trembling hand cups his stubbled cheek, and I shake my head. “I don’t know, Shawn.” I take a deep, shuddery breath. “But whatever I did to you, you’ve done to me, too.”

I awaken an hour before dawn, wrapped up in Shawn’s embrace, secure within the steel bands of his arms. He’d loved me so well, I’d slipped into slumber thinking only of him and how he’d made me feel. A secret smile spreads across my face as I recall how we’d managed to have sex on just about every available surface of our tiny hotel room, including one final time in the shower before we fell into the bed, fully satiated. I let out a sleepy sigh as I shift around, trying to get comfortable. My muscles are sore in that delicious whoa, haven’t used those in a while way. Shawn had taken me, made me his in every way I could have hoped for. I relish the soreness in my limbs and the abrasions all over my skin from his stubble-coated jaw. If I have any question as to where his lips had been last night, all I have to do is look at the road map left on my body. Not wanting to wake Shawn, I stifle a giggle at my naughty musings.

I’m in a fairly blissed-out state thinking about Shawn until I wind the clock back further and my mind starts processing the last twelve hours. It hits me like a ton of bricks what a tangled mess last night was. Chase showing up? I hadn’t expected that. It honestly never crossed my mind that he’d be invited to the wedding. Stupid of me to be caught off guard? Yeah, maybe. But no more stupid than it had been for Chase to think he had any right to speak to me, much less to be upset by seeing me with Shawn. That bastard had strolled right up to me as if anything he had to say would matter to me—which it didn’t—until he admitted that he’d cheated on me with that Laurie girl.

I won’t lie. It’d stung quite a bit hearing it straight from Chase’s mouth. But the fact that Shawn had had my back, both literally and figuratively, helped a great deal in lessening the blow I may have felt otherwise.

Thank goodness he’d been with me and I hadn’t come alone. I can only imagine what a different path my weekend would have taken if that had been the case. Without Shawn lending me his strength, it’s entirely possible I’d still be crying over everything.

Fortunately for me, that’s not how it had gone down, and the pain I’d felt at Chase’s admission had fallen away completely in Shawn’s arms on the dance floor. The fake portion of our relationship had come to an abrupt end when I’d asked him point blank if he’d kiss me. I can’t say how long it would have taken me and Shawn to admit our feelings for each other if things had gone differently. Maybe days. Maybe weeks? Maybe never.

I shift, thoughts of Chase with yet another girl making my stomach roil, and reposition my head on Shawn’s chest. I breathe in his scent, trying to pull my thoughts away from the chaos of last night and back to what we’d discovered in each other instead. It’s like a dream—a very hot, very sexy dream. I press a kiss to his chest, his flesh warm against my lips, and snuggle against his side.

I’ve never been a fan of thinking everything happens for a reason, but in this case, I’m grateful. Maybe it always should have been me and Shawn together.

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