“Ahhh,” he murmured, smiling gently. “Did you cyber stalk me?”
She rolled her eyes and huffed in annoyance. “Ugh, just never mind. I don’t know why I asked. Morbid curiosity.”
She made to roll away, but he held fast. “Hey, you started this, Miss Feisty-Pants.” When she stopped trying to move away, he said softly, “Savannah was my fiancé. A long time ago. I thought I knew who she was, and I was wrong. I felt betrayed and hurt. I’ve tried my damndest not to let anyone in since then.”
Until you,he thought, staring at the woman who had irrevocably stolen his heart. It didn’t belong to him anymore. It was hers. Quite possibly always had been.
She nodded, as if his answer made perfect sense, unaware of the tumult of emotions wreaking havoc internally, and then she was moving. Crawling up his body, she slid beneath the covers next to him, turning her back and pressing it against his front.
He grunted as her ass settled against his lap, his cock stirring as she wiggled just slightly. “Shaun… You know what’s going to happen if you wiggle your ass against my dick like that.”
She peered at him over her shoulder and one corner of her mouth tilted up in a sly smile. “I’m counting on it.”
He chuckled, wrapping his arm around her and sliding his hand between her thighs, lifting the top one until he couldposition his once again rock-hard erection at her entrance before sliding in as deep as he could go. Her head fell back against his shoulder and his dick got even harder at the sound of her moan escaping her mouth. “You like this, don’t you, darlin’?”
She nodded, her fingers gripping the sheet in front of her as she rocked backwards against him. “Yes, Kasey.”
“You can’t get enough,” he whispered roughly, his hand spanning across the front of her throat.
“No, I can’t,” she cried as he picked up speed, his hips slapping hard against the softness of her backside. He was already so close, so he reached around her, and his fingers found her clit, circling and pinching lightly. “Oh god, Kasey.”
“Come on, darlin’,” he grunted, slamming his hips against hers. She was there, shimmering, right there on the brink. He could feel it. “Give it to me, Shaun. I need to feel it.”
She had just started spasming around him when he came with a guttural, low groan. Burying his face in the back of her neck, he bit down on the meaty part of her shoulder as she came around him, at the same time he emptied everything inside her.
Sliding his hand up her body, over the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist, and back down, he pressed his palm against the lower part of her abdomen. Holding her as firmly against him as possible while he was still buried so deep inside, he whispered raggedly against the curve of her shoulder, “I can’t get enough, either.”
THIRTY-FIVE
“You know, the weekend ended like, two weeks ago.”
“And yet you haven’t thrown my ass out in the snow,” Kasey countered from where he sat at her tiny dining table in the kitchen, his fingers wrapped around a cup of coffee, a white mug with a picture ofRosie the Riveteron it, below the wordsGirl Bossemblazoned in red letters. He lifted it to his lips, taking a sip of the strong black coffee he’d poured into it.
Standing with her back against the kitchen counter, she narrowed her gaze on him, but couldn’t completely stop the tug at one corner of her mouth as it tipped up. She had on one of his Henley shirts and nothing else, the shirt hitting high on her thighs, leaving the rest of her long legs bare for his perusal. Her hair had been finger tousled fifteen minutes prior when she woke up to Kasey sliding between her legs from behind, his hand buried in her hair to hold her still as his mouth did deliciously wicked things to the side of her throat and the meaty part of her shoulder. His other hand had disappeared between her thighs, his fingers finding her clit. It hadn’t taken long for him to hurtle her over that precipice, slamming into her from behind while she convulsed around him and in his arms as she came.
“I have to go back to work today, I really shouldn’t take any more time off. I stayed home an extra week,” she said, lifting her cup of coffee to her lips. This one was a cobalt blue glass mug with yellow-gold stars and a crescent moon on it. She’d stolen it from her dad ages ago. Shifting from one foot to the other, she swallowed hard, then asked, “Will uhh, will you be here when I get back?”
Kasey’s gray-blue eyes found hers and a slow grin spread across his face. Standing, he crossed toward her, a pair of gray sweatpants slung indecently low around his hips. His upperbody was still bare, the broad expanse of his back, shoulders, and arms on display for her. His feet were bare, his hair a tousled mess on the top of his head, like he’d shoved his fingers haphazardly through it mere seconds before. Only she knew it had in fact beenherfingers that had made that mess.
Stepping in front of her, he plucked the cup of coffee out of her hands, despite her protest and attempt to grab it back, and set it on the counter next to them, before settling his large hands on her hips. Leaning close, he let the full length of their bodies press against each other, and whispered huskily, “Do you want me to be here when you get back, darlin’?”
Rolling her eyes, she tightened her lips to keep from smiling. “I don’t care.”
Lowering his mouth to her throat, she tipped her head back to grant him better access, humming in pleasure as his mouth did wonderful things to her. Speaking directly against the skin over her collarbone, he murmured, “I think you’ve liked having me here.”
“I’ve liked the orgasms,” she whispered raggedly, shifting her body along his as she felt him growing hard between them.
“I think you like sharing your space with me. Sharing your bed. Sleeping with you in that bed every night,” he countered. “Sharing meals, watching movies.”
“We haven’t watched a single movie,” Shaun exclaimed, her hands finding purchase on his back and gripping hard even as she moved against him. Shehadliked it. All of it. A lot more than she expected. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. But she liked it too much to stop it. She likedhimtoo much to stop it.
“Only because we’re too busy necking before the opening credits,” Kasey chuckled, his tongue sliding over the hollow at the base of her throat.
“Necking? What are we, teenagers in the eighties? Oh fuck,” she gasped out as his hand slid beneath the hem of the shirt she wore to slip between her legs. “Kasey, I have to get ready for work.”
“Then I guess you better be quick,” he whispered, capturing her mouth with his in a fiery, heated kiss that left her totally breathless. When he finally released her lips, he dropped to his knees in front of her, lifting one of her legs behind the knee to drape it over his shoulder. “You have sixty seconds.”
His fingers speared into her, curling in and hitting that sweet spot deep inside, at the same time that his lips found her clit, his tongue lashing, suckling, circling. Her fingers fisted into his hair, the leg she stood on trembling while the one draped over his shoulder shook. A high, keening cry escaping her as he tore the first orgasm out of her, her inner muscles clenching around his fingers. She felt more than heard his guttural hum of approval, his free hand squeezing the handful of her ass that he was holding onto.
