I mean every word.
“Fuck, woman,” he whispers as he pulls almost all the way out of my body.Reaching between our bodies, he presses the plug I’d forgotten was inside me.
“God!”I shut my eyes and wail when the sex toy begins to vibrate, my vision blurs, and I grip his shoulders, my nails digging crescents into his skin.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my cheek.“Let me hear you.”
I don’t hold back.The moans that escape me are raw and honest, carried away by the wind that sweeps across the terrace.The city is below us, people going about their lives, completely unaware that up here, suspended between earth and sky, something real is happening.
When I’m close, when the orgasm is building in my core like a wave about to crest, he pulls back.I whimper at the loss, but he’s already moving, already positioning himself at my entrance again.
“Look at me,” he commands, and I open my eyes again to find those blue depths fixed on mine.
He pushes inside me slowly, deliberately, his face transforms with the sensation.His jaw clenches.His eyes close for just a moment before snapping back open, refusing to break the connection between us.
“God help me.”He’s fully seated now, buried deep, and I can feel every inch of him.“You’re so perfect.So goddamn perfect.”Shelby thrusts his hips forward with renewed force.
“Yes, that’s it!”I grunt, throwing my head back, but I don’t dare look away from his intense stare.
“You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever known.”
He begins to move, and it’s intentional.This is a conversation written in the language of bodies, in the rhythm of thrust and gasp, in the way his hands grip my thighs, pressing them against his chest, like he’s afraid I might disappear.
The glass facade reflects us from every angle.I watch myself beneath him, my legs draped over his shoulders.The way his muscles flex and strain with each movement fascinates me.The intensity in his expression as he watches me warms my heart and steals my breath.
With the city as the backdrop and the witness, for the first time in my life, I don’t feel exposed.I feel claimed.Content.Happy.
Growling like the beast he said lives inside him, primal and powerful, Shelby unloads his pleasure deep inside me.
The hot jets trigger new waves of pleasure in me, and we both get lost in our orgasms, our bodies moving together in perfect synchronization until we collapse, tangled and breathless.
For a long moment, we just lie there on the lounge chair, his weight a comfort rather than a burden.His face is buried in my neck, and I can feel his heartbeat slowly returning to normal, like my own.
The wind carries the scent of the city and the distant sound of traffic.The glass facade reflects two people who have finally stopped running from their feelings.
“No more distance,” I whisper into his hair, my voice still shaky from the earth-shattering orgasms he’s given me.
He pulls back just enough to hold my stare, and the vulnerability in his gorgeous blue eyes is almost too much to bear.When he looks at me like that, completely open and honest, that’s the real Shelby.Not the ruthless enforcer, not the damaged Marine, but the man who chose to be brave enough to let me in.
“No more distance,” he agrees, before kissing me again.It’s slow and deep and full of promises that this time, we must keep.
My father’s crimes will still be there tomorrow.The lies and the betrayal and the darkness that’s been waiting in the shadows will demand our attention soon enough.
But right now, on this terrace between, we’re just two broken people who’ve chosen to become whole together.
And as the sun begins to set, splashing the sky with shades of purple, amber, and pink, I don’t want to think about what will happen next, because it will change everything.
Not because of strategy or the careful calculations that have defined my entire life.
But because, for once, I’m letting my heart call the shots.
And it’s telling me that I’m falling for Shelby Boyle.My problem is: will he ever be fearless enough to admit he feels the same?
16
Shelby
My body is still humming with the aftermath of what just happened between us, that raw vulnerability wrapped in pleasure and words I didn’t know I had in me.I don’t want to get up, but we have to.Otherwise, we risk falling asleep out here on the terrace and giving the staff a scare when they find us naked in the morning.
