Once clean, she grabbed one of the fluffywhite towels that had been left on another stool and dried offbefore dressing again.
Fallon walked in just as she was sitting downto eat the food that had been laid out for them. She paused in theact of filling her plate.
He came directly to her, advancing into herspace and leaning down. He cupped her head in one hand, threadinghis fingers in her hair, bending her face back and taking her lipsin a kiss that set flame to her senses.
He poured all of the stress, heartache andfury of the past day into that kiss until it fairly singed herlips.
Her hands dropped what they were holding andcame up to grab his shirt and pull him down hard, meeting hisintensity with her own.
The kiss built and built until the firestormof passion boiled over and they were clutching at each other. Hepicked her up and set her on the table, stepping forward andparting her legs with his hips. Almost feverishly he grasped hershirt and eased it over her head, being careful of her wound. Shelet him, before doing the same to his.
Her pants followed and suddenly his lips weretrailing down her neck to pause and nip at the skin on her breasts.They continued their journey, pausing to explore the dip of herstomach until finding their destination at her center.
She cried out and arched as he settled downto play, licking and nipping with a single minded purpose.
“Fallon, please,” she begged.
He ignored her, sucking hard. Just as herbody clenched preparing for the avalanche of a climax, he stood,taking away the sensation and leaving her panting with need.
“Damn it,” she swore.
He chuckled and pulled her up, sealing herlips with his. She could taste herself on him before he cupped herbottom and guided his cock to her entrance.
Slowly, unbearably slowly, he sank in. Sheadug her nails into his back and tried to urge him faster.
He grabbed her arms, being careful of herwound. “I set the pace. Not you.”
“You’re going to kill me,” she told him.
The change in pace from fast and urgent toslow and unhurried was driving her mad.
“What a sweet death it would be,” heteased.
She gave a small scream and struggled tomove, trying to fuck herself on him. He pinned her, tilting herback and making it impossible to move without risking falling.
She stilled and looked up at him. He lookedback, tenderly, fiercely, with just a hint of wicked playfulnessbehind it all.
He was enjoying this. He was enjoying sendingher into a frothing fury of need. The bastard.
Only when he was sure she knew just who wasmaster in this moment, did he begin to move. At first slow thruststhat had her gasping for air. After only a couple, he adjusted hisangle until he began bumping a spot inside her that sent everymuscle in her body clenching with need.
Her orgasm built quickly as he repeated thethrust, sending her higher and higher. The walls of her clampingdown tight until finally, finally he shoved her off the cliff intoa mind melding, dizzying climax.
She moaned as her body clenched around hisand sparks of pleasure raced up and down her nerve endings. With alow groan he followed her.
When it was over and they were both panting,he released her hands and lowered her fully onto the table, comingdown to kneel in front of her and resting his head on her stomach.Shea touched his hair, running her fingers through it as theycaught their breath.
She stared up at the canvas, her mind lost initself, thinking of nothing in particular.
“When Cale made his accusation against you,before my man gave me the maps, you thought I believed him,” Fallonfinally broke the silence.
It was unexpected after what they justshared. Enough so that Shea stiffened and would have sat up if hisarms hadn’t suddenly tightened around her waist.
She forced herself to relax.
“I thought it was a possibility,” sheadmitted. “He was your brother. It would have been natural tobelieve him over a woman you haven’t known for very long.”
He lifted his head, peering at herdisbelievingly. “You will have to get over this habit of believingthe worst of me and all those around you. It is insulting andunbecoming.”
