Page 62 of Turn Up The Heat

And that was how they spent the evening, with her as happy as a clam in his kitchen and him telling her all about Pine Mountain. She got a little giggly over the wine she’d scored at Joe’s, which turned out just fine, because Shane came dangerously close to gushing about the food, to the point that she’d actually blushed at the praise. Who would have thought that pork chops with a pomegranate reduction sauce could bring a tough guy like Shane to his knees?

A tough guy who, at that very moment, was looking at her with some seriously seductive eyes, like he wanted to have her for dessert.

“It gets kind of chilly in here at night. Why don’t I make a fire?”

Too late, Bellamy thought, trying like hell to ignore the tingle that was vibrating through her. “That sounds great,” she said, trying to convince herself that it was the wine making her want to sit down.

Sit down, tackle Shane to the ground and have her way with him. What was the difference, really?

Bellamy tucked her legs beneath her as she perched on the recliner, since it was the only place in the room to sit other than the tiny breakfast table where they’d just eaten. Wow, despite its age, the chair was really comfortable.

“So, um, do you want to watch TV or something?” Bellamy’s eyes flitted over the darkened screen before settling on Shane. He stacked a handful of logs in the stove and lit the fire as if he’d done it a thousand times before.

“The reception’s not really the best.” Shane’s eyes were back on her, sending that tingly feeling right into her gut again. He had something on his mind, all right, and it wasn’t anything in his Netflix queue.

“Oh, right.” She peeked up at him. He was kneeling down, next to the fireplace, but his eyes were fully on hers. Want mingled with need and moved through her, low and hot.

“What are you thinking about?” Shane asked, his voice a perfect balance of genuine curiosity and suggestive huskiness.

“Me?” Bellamy felt her cheeks flush as soon as the word was out.

Shane’s laugh was a low, sexy rumble. “Yeah, you. You’ve got a look on your face.”

“What kind of look?”

“You looked like you wanted to come over here.”

Holy hell. Now he was a mind reader, too. She’d better get it together, otherwise she was going to be reduced to a great, big puddle of wine and hormones, right there in his only chair.

“Okay.” All it took was three steps before she was next to him, sitting cross-legged in front of the wood stove. The fire crackled, filling the room with intimate warmth. “This is nice.” Bellamy gestured to the stove. “Although if I’d known, I’d have bought marshmallows.”

“Do you always think about food?” Shane picked up her hand and curved it over his, pausing to kiss the top of each of her fingers.

“No.” She hesitated when he lifted his eyes to meet hers, the doubt on his face clear.

“Notalways. But a lot,” she admitted.

His lips parted in a smile that she felt in every inch of her body. “Then we can do the marshmallows next time.” He grazed his fingers up her arm, toward her shoulder, and she felt powerless to resist how electrifying the simple touch felt.

“Oh, that’s good,” she murmured, letting her eyes fall closed.

Shane leaned in nearer, his lips so close to her ear that she had to fight back a sigh. “You must really like marshmallows.”

She squeezed her eyes even tighter, torn between a laugh and the sigh that was still fighting for escape. “No, I meant…”

Shane feathered his lips over her neck, and the sigh won out.

“I meant you.” Her eyes fluttered open just in time to see him tense before her, and for a second she thought she’d said something wrong. But then Shane pulled back so she could see his face, his eyes black and round with desire, and her breath caught in her throat. Everything about him, from the woodsy, masculine way he smelled to the feel of his rough hands on the softest parts of her filled her up and tangled in her mind, mingling inextricably with all that had been there before in a way that she was certain could never be undone.

And she wanted it that way.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” His voice sent tiny quakes through her insides that only intensified as he hovered over her ear again. Bellamy shook her head, unable to find the words to answer, and Shane’s breath heated her skin as he continued. “How every time I see you, I can’t think of anything other than how good you taste?” Shane dipped his mouth to her neck again, and she felt a soft moan slip from her lips. Bellamy wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. If she didn’t have him right now, she was going to explode, plain and simple.

But he resisted. “Uh-uh. No more floors, no more backseats of cars.” He sent a look over her that positively sizzled on her skin. “I want you in bed, where I can take my time with you.”

Something hot and wicked snapped in Bellamy’s veins as she curled her fingers around his shirt to push him onto his back.

“I like the floor,” she breathed, swinging a leg over him to settle in his lap. The feel of his cock, hard and ready and oh so snug against her, derailed any chance she had at rational thought. She bent down, greedy for his kiss, but when he arched up into her hips, she stopped over his lips to bite back a groan. The split second was all the leverage he needed to make her insides go liquid. Again.

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