Page 44 of Turn Up The Heat

And he made her hot enough to know that the standing O she was bound to experience if he kept it up had nothing to do with the theater.

She worked her way from his ear across the line of his jaw, trailing little, feathery kisses back to his mouth. The friction of his stubbled chin against her lips was almost enough to blow her dwindling composure.

Bellamy gasped, low in her throat, as Shane answered by cradling his hands around her low back to guard against the rough wood of the workbench behind her, brushing his hips against her belly. He nudged her knees apart with his own, leaving no guesswork to his intentions, and she pushed forward to meet his body heat with her own.

Her hands skimmed the lean muscles of his chest, feeling the tight pull beneath his thermal shirt as his palms rounded the curve of her hips to fist the edge of her sweater. With the muted, gray light from outside creating shadows and nuances on the chiseled lines of his face, the look he met her with sent an unparalleled ache between her thighs.

“You’re fucking killing me,” he said, slipping a hand over her skin. Lifting slowly, he brushed the backs of his fingers against her lacy bra, and the light sensation made her nipples instantly hard. She arched into the touch, sweeping her tongue over his in encouragement.

“Do you have any idea how badly I want you?” Shane said, his fingers diving beneath the lace.

“Believe me, I do.” Wetness gathered between her legs as proof as he rolled one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, stroking her slowly enough to make her want to both scream and beg him to never stop. She was powerless to stop her moan, but then his words made it past the thick heat of her body and into her brain.

“Shane.” Her heart skittered as she realized all at once exactly where they were headed and exactly why they couldn’t go there.

“Bellamy,” he replied with a smile so heady that she almost forgot what she was going to say.

She shifted her hands on either side of his face, drawing his shuttered gaze upward so she could meet it. “I, um. I’m going to go out on a limb and assume that Jenna didn’t throw any condoms in her safety kit.”

The flicker that passed over his dark eyes told her he didn’t have a handy dandy stash of condoms tucked away at work, either. But he was quick on the recovery.

“That’s okay. I can still think of a dozen different ways to make you come with my mouth.” He kissed her again, and oh, God, she loved a man with a creative streak.

“Works for me,” she said. But rather than return his attention to her aching nipple, Shane scooped her toward him, gripping her hips with strong hands and lifting her up to settle her on the workbench.

“Oh!” Bellamy kicked her hips up only a second after he’d lowered her, rolling her weight off of the object was caught beneath her left leg. She lifted her knee to retrieve what turned out to be Shane’s wallet.

“You should be more careful with this,” she teased, handing it over.

Shane drew her hips to the edge of the bench and ran his tongue along her collarbone before he answered. “It’s Jackson’s.” He tossed the wallet to the side,and it popped open to reveal twenty bucks and two telltale foil packets peeking out from the top.

Yes, Virginia, there reallyisa Santa Claus.

Bellamy smiled. “So, does that offer to make me come with your mouth still apply? Or did you want to skip the niceties and get right down to business?”

Shane looked up from where he stood, hands still wrapped around her hips. “Making you come isn’t a nicety. It’s a necessity. But, to answer your question, I suppose it depends.”

She arched a brow. “On?”

“Whether or not you’re sure you want to do this.”

His fingers, which had been tracing a seductive circle around the top of her jeans, slowed to a stop. Bellamy had a sassy retort pre-loaded and ready to roll off her tongue, but then she caught the seriousness on Shane’s face.

Oh.Oh. This wasn’t sexy banter. He was really asking.

She didn’t even blink. “God, yes.”

In a motion so swift it made her breath freeze, Shane had his arms around her hips, lifting her off the workbench. Instinct had her curling her legs around him, which made both of them moan in unison because holyshitthat was hot, but he didn’t stop moving until they were next to the primer gray car sitting in the garage bay. Putting her down in a surprisingly gentle motion, Shane popped the driver’s side door open and slid the front seat forward without pause to reveal the bench seat behind it. He jerked his head toward the back seat, mouth caught in a grin that nearly torched her panties. “You comin’?”

Oh,hellyes.

As soon as she settled into the narrow space of the backseat to face Shane, he was on her like wildfire, hands roaming, then lifting her sweater over her head. She clutched the edge of his shirt when his kisses followed the trail of his hands, nails digging into her palms through the thick cotton as his chest brushed against hers.

“Oh.” The single syllable came out like the moan she meant it to be, and Bellamy’s nipples tightened, pressing against the white lace of her bra. She leaned back against the small side window in the backseat, and Shane hooked a thumb beneath a strap on her shoulder, following it around to her back to spring the hooks with a turn of his wrist. Heat shot directly between her hips, growing merciless as his touch became softer.

“Look at you. So fucking pretty.”

She flushed at Shane’s words, his gravelly hum of approval making heat gather between her thighs. Anchoring one hand on her hip, he pushed against her in a thrust that left nothing to her imagination. Even fully clothed, the friction of his cock against her aching pussy was enough to make her thrust back, searching for more. Bellamy arched up, fumbling to both lie down and meet his body at the same time.

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