Page 64 of Turn Up The Heat

“I don’t want to wait, Shane. I want you.”

He didn’t stop her as she unbuttoned his jeans, but when he went to slide her pants down her hips, she caught his hands with hers.

“My purse,” she said, catching him completely off guard.

“Your what?”

Bellamy turned to her side, bringing him with her. “There are condoms in my purse.”

Thank God they wouldn’t need to go rummaging for wherever she’d left her purse. Shane turned, reaching out blindly for his tiny bedside table. He’d covered his basesearlier that day, not wanting to leave anything to chance, either.

“Got it.” He barely got the drawer open as she kissed her way across his chest, and when she drifted lower across his belly, he hissed out a breath.

“We’re not going to get to use this if you don’t stop,” he ground out, and she looked up at him with a naughty grin.

“But this could be fun.”

“Next time,” he replied with every last ounce of willpower he possessed. The only thing better than the feel of Bellamy’s hands on him was the feel of her body under him, and he didn’t want to wait. “I want to be inside of you, Bellamy. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

Shane swept an arm under her to swing her firmly onto her back. He rolled the waistband of her pants over his thumbs, stroking her hips with his fingers, feeling the silk of her skin. Trailing his tongue down her neck, he made his way to the curve of her belly, freeing her pants from her hips to reveal a triangle of lace and satin that made his heartbeat jackhammer in his veins.

“Fuck, these are hot,” he rumbled, breathing into the skin just above the fabric.

“I hate them,” Bellamy blurted out, and he had no choice but to laugh.

“Then by all means, let’s take them off.”

Shane guided the thin strings down over her hips. He slipped the panties all the way off, then worked his way back up her body with slow, deliberate strokes of his fingers and mouth. Even though he’d meant what he said about wanting to bury his cock inside her, he held back, pleasuring her with his mouth and his hands instead.

Bellamy’s hands fisted the comforter, and she arched her back off the bed. He slid his palms between the small of her back and the curve of her ass, holding her close so he could work her harder and faster, not stopping until she started to shudder beneath his mouth.

Watching her come was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, the intensity so deep and real that Shane wanted to have it forever.

Forever.

“Shane,” Bellamy whispered, slipping her hands around his face and bringing him back to the moment. “Come here.”

He kissed his way gently past her still-trembling thighs and over her body until he reached her face. Bellamy ran her hands across his chest, letting them land around his waist. His fumbling for the bedside table hit the mark on the second try, and he found the condom he’d left there and put it on. Returning to the space between Bellamy’s thighs, he snaked an arm around her rib cage, cradling her shoulder with his palm.

But she gave a slight shake of her head and hooked a leg over his hip. Using the arm he had braced beneath her and the momentum of her weight against his, she swung him over to straddle his hips. Before Shane could even register being on his back, Bellamy had curled her fingers into his shoulders, the heat of her pussy so close to his cock that he couldn’t think about anything other than sinking into her.

“Bellamy,” he whispered, and she responded wordlessly by lowering herself over his cock. She balanced her weight on her palms and knees until their bodies were completely joined, skin on skin and heat on heat. She moved slowly until she found a rhythm, and Shane wrapped his hands around her hips to guide her through each thrust. When her pace quickened, he held her even tighter, keeping their bodies joined as she rocked against him and took what she needed. Her breath grew heavy, turning to moans, then his name, then finally a sharp cry as her pussy clenched and her body went bowstring tight. The sensation sent a bolt of heat all the way from the base of his spine, and he dug his fingers into her hips, leaving no space at all between them as he came with her name on his lips.

Bellamy melted against him, her breath still spilling out in ragged bursts. Shane folded his arms around her, tucking her into his body like she belonged there and nowhere else. Without thinking, the words in his mind tumbled out.

“Stay. Please stay.”

Bellamy nuzzled his neck, releasing one of those soft sighs that made him forget all the reasons why he couldn’t be with her in the long run.

“I don’t want to go back to the resort tonight,” she admitted, settling against him.

Shane shook his head. “No. I mean don’t go back to the resort at all. Stay here with me for the rest of the week.”

Her head lifted from his shoulder, blond curls brushing the space between their bodies. Goddamn it, he knew he shouldn’t have opened his mouth, or his heart, or whatever it was that had made him ask her to stay. He knew he couldn’t be with her in the long run, but the way she made him feel every time she looked into his eyes or said his name had pushed the stupid, reckless words right out of him.

“You want me to stay here with you the whole time,” she said, like she was making sure she’d heard him correctly. Shane could feel her stare in the shadows, and he met it even though it scared the hell out of him.

“Do you want to?” He couldn’t quite bring himself to say that yes, he wanted her to stay more than he wanted to fucking breathe, but Bellamy seemed to get the idea just fine without words, which was one of the reasons he wanted her to stay so badly to begin with.

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