As we reach the bedroom, I turn to look at him, and his eyes are devouring me, roaming up and down my body as if he is feasting on the sight of me. The intensity of his gaze turns me on more than I thought possible, as if years of pent-up frustration have suddenly been set free.
Reaching out, I touch his cheek, tilting his face up to me. The only light comes from a small lamp by the bed, and his green eyes look dark and shadowed.
“Kiss me,” I murmur, the whisper barely stirring the air.
Shawn takes a step closer and cups my cheek gently with one strong hand. His finger traces my jaw gently as he tilts my face towards him and leans towards me.
Just like before, he grazes my lips with his, feather-light, before pressing his mouth more firmly to mine. I feel lost, having no idea what to do, so I let my lust instruct me, running my hands over his body and starting to squirm against him as the kiss deepens.
Shawn grabs my waist and pulls me towards him, groaning as his arms go around my waist and he reaches down to squeeze my ass. He gasps softly between kisses, diving back down to explore my mouth with his tongue and caress my lips with his.
A fierce ache throbs between my legs, sending waves of fire to my clit, up my belly, and to my nipples. The longer Shawn kisses me, the worse the pounding gets, making me squirm against him desperately as I try to satisfy it.
I pull back a little, gasping for air. Shawn’s face is blank, his eyes wide. Hesitantly, his hand comes up to stroke my cheek.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.
Pain lances through my chest, and my eyes burn, just a little.
I’ve always dreamed of a man who would say these words to me, and mean them. I just never thought it could be real…as if I wouldn’t believe it, even if it was right in front of me.
But I do believe him!
My hands tighten on his shoulders, and I pull him close again, kissing him and writhing against him. Shawn’s hands roam over my body, squeezing my hips, ass, and breasts, making me cry out with surprise as new sensations bombard me from the inside out.
I’m almost shivering with need when he pulls back from me, looking at me with that ferocious, hungry gaze. He traces his fingers across my shoulders, teasing the straps of my dress.
“Take it off,” he whispers.
I reach up to touch the straps, sliding them down my arms but holding the gown against my breasts, suddenly shy.Even though I don’t want to admit my lack of experience, I also want him to know the truth before we go further.
“I’ve never done this before,” I admit.
Shawn’s gaze snaps up from my breasts to my face. I see his eyes widen in surprise.
“Never?”
“Never,” I answer, shaking my head.
“Do you want to stop?”
“No,” I say, feeling the heat singing through my blood, making my body throb in all the right places. “I’ve never felt this way before.”
“Me either.”
“Come on,” I giggle. “You don’t expect me to believe that, do you?”
“Sara,” he says, touching my cheek gently. “I’ve never been the kind of guy who just gets around, believe me. I’ve had encounters for sure. But it never felt like this.”
“Never?”
“Never. I promise.”
I keep looking into his eyes, and his expression is so open and honest, it almost breaks my heart.
“I really feel something for you, Shawn. I don’t know what it is, yet, but I think you might be different from any man I’ve ever met.”
“I can pretty much guarantee that,” he says, chuckling.
