Page 45 of Turn Up The Heat

“I don’t think your back seat was designed for this,” Bellamy murmured in frustration, trying to shift under Shane’s hips to get more of him onallof her.

Funny, her lack of progress didn’t deter him. “I respectfully disagree.”

The warm whisper of his breath on her skin tightened her nipples even further. But it was nothing compared to the want that blazed through her when he hooked his hands beneath her arms and tugged her forward, shifting so he was seated in the center of the back seat, then settling her in his lap.

“Okay,” Bellamy agreed, her clit throbbing at the contact she’d been so desperate for. “I stand corrected.”

Shane responded with a surprisingly tender kiss. It grew hungry before Bellamy’s surprise could fully register, his lips parting hers and his tongue searching and taking and letting her give right back until finally, he broke away from her mouth.

“Fuck,you are making me crazy,” he ground out against her shoulder, and she pulled away to rest her back on the front seat, which only increased the contact between his cock and the seam of her jeans.

Heat moved through her, doubling when she caught sight of the way his eyes glittered with want as his stare dropped to watch the space where her body met his. A sound crossed his lips, caught somewhere between a moan and a grunt, and he rocked his hips in a rough thrust.

Bold want rushed downward from her chest, making her shift back just enough to slip a hand into the snug space between their laps. She stroked his cock over his button fly, following with a push of her hips to trap her hand between them as she continued to move.

“You’re making me crazy, too,” Bellamy whispered, her breath catching when he began to thrust against her palm. His bare chest was lean and hard on her aching skin, and the contact sent even more pressure to between her thighs. He released his grip on her hip with one hand, fitting it next to hers to curl his fingers over her clit.

“Shane.” The need building in her pussy was no match for the feel of his fingers, demanding and steady over the soft yield of her body, and she rolled her hips again and again, unable to stop.

“You are so pretty when you take what you want,” he whispered into her ear, pressing harder, giving what she was wordlessly chasing. The added friction dared a moan out of her, then another. Arousal laced up her spine, breaking free seconds later, the delicious release of her orgasm rocking through her. When the wave subsided, her eyes fluttered open to reveal Shane watching her, his eyes dark.

Bellamy didn’t think twice. She freed the top button of his jeans, then the next, sliding back from his body to work her way down. His hungry stare kindled a fresh wave of heat that worked its way through her from the inside out.

Unhooking her leg from over his hips, Bellamy moved next to him in an effort to shuck her jeans and boots as quickly as possible in the tight space, noticing only briefly that he was doing the same. When she was bare except for her panties, the realization hit her that she was about to have sex with a guy she’d known for all of four days in the backseat of a car while stranded in a snowstorm.

She’d never felt so right about anything in her life.

Bellamy swung back over Shane’s hips, nothing between them but a thin layer of satin, and a groan escaped from both of them simultaneously when the fabric brushed his cock.

“Still yes?” he whispered, capturing her face in his hands. All of the dark, sexy edge was gone from Shane’s voice as his eyes met hers in the shadows of the car. She nodded, sending her curls over her shoulders and her heartbeat into a frenzy.

“Hell, yes.”

In a flash, her panties were gone. Shane made quick work of putting on a condom, and Bellamy’s breath scattered through her like the howling wind outside. She settled herself back into his lap, flattening her palms on his chest, and he brushed his lips over hers in a slow, deep kiss. With her hips poised over his, she lowered herself all the way into his lap, his cock slowly filling the slick space between her legs.

“Bellamy.” Shane bit out her name like a cross between a prayer and a curse as she drew up slightly, only to lower back down into the sweet pressure. Shane’s hands found her hips, fingers hot on her skin, and he guided her into a rhythm that made her want to scream. The tension that had broken with her orgasm was back, building deep inside of her. Shane thrust into the heat of her pussy, over and over. Dropping one hand to the tight space between them, he pressed his thumb against her clit, circling roughly. The added contact made Bellamy’s breath catch, her inner muscles clenching hard before beginning to pulse.

“Oh,God.” Bellamy dug her fingers into the taut muscles of his shoulders as she came again, even harder than the first time. Shane didn’t slow his relentless rhythm, though. Instead, he held her steady as she shuddered on top of him, thrusting up into her even harder, faster. Bellamy pressed against him until there was no space left between their bodies, entranced by the sound of her name on his lips as he began to shudder beneath her, his grip going tight, then finally lax.

She leaned her head on his shoulder, her curls a soft curtain between their bodies, and Shane reached up to brush a hand through them. Uncertainty welled in her chest, making her bite her lip. But then Shane slid two fingers under her chin, lifting her face to kiss the spot she’d worried with her teeth, and the uncertainty disappeared like smoke.

15

Shane watched a stream of fresh coffee burble into the pot on the workbench. The dark liquid inched up the sides of the carafe and sent out a warm, earthy aroma that did its best to cancel out the chill of the snow piling up outside. A glance through the window told him that the wind had only become stronger, forcing the snow into sharp drifts against the north side of the garage. Although the image registered, it didn’t linger for more than a second or two.

Shane stood there, eyes wide open, without seeing a thing. He’d just had the most mind-altering sex of his entire twenty-nine years with a woman he barely knew but was so attracted to that it felt sinful just to be near her, and they were stranded together until Mother Nature was good and ready to let them go.

Very bad ideawouldn’t touch this with a fifty-foot pole.

“Hey.” Bellamy stood in the doorframe to the office, the sleeves of her sweater pulled low over her hands and a glow on her face that could light up half the Eastern Seaboard. Her cheeks were tinged with a sexy flush of color, although Shane couldn’t tell if it was the fantastic sex or the two days’ worth of stubble on his face that put it there.

“Hey. I made some fresh coffee.” Shane scrubbed a hand down his chin and furtively watched her make her way over to the workbench. He’d done his fair share of sleeping with women, some more impulsively than others, but what had just happened with Bellamy was in another league entirely. One minute, they’d been standing there like normal people. The next, he’d been so consumed by want that he’d seduced her in the backseat of his car. Granted, she’d seduced him right back and he’d loved every fucking second of it, but still. He was pretty sure there was no standard protocol for what was supposed to happen next.

“It smells good.” The sound of Bellamy’s voice so close to him made him want to start from square one, just so he could have her all over again. Shit, he needed to get it together.

“Are you hungry? I mean, you probably are.” He turned to crouch down and open the mini-fridge, but she stepped into his line of sight, catching his forearm with a gentle hand. Man, she looked pretty with her hair all ruffled around her face.

“Shane, at this point, I think we can probably skip the small talk.”

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