Whoa!
The stacked cardboard boxes shifted and moved beneath their combined weight, and Peter quickly regained his balance, stepping away, and setting her back on her feet.
“Sorry,” he said. “I thought I could prove my point without any risk of hurting you. I thought the boxes would provide a little give—just not that much.”
Shayla was standing there, out of breath, with her heart practically pounding out of her chest. She could still barely stand by herself, and all she could think was that this must be what it felt like to get hit by lightning. How could he kiss her like that, and then…just…talk like normal?
“We need a real wall,” she somehow managed to say. “So I can provemypoint.” She made her legs walk and she forced herself not to stagger or weave as she went toward the back of the garage, looking for…“There.” She pointed.
Hidden back behind the towering cube of unsorted boxes was a flat metal door that led to the backyard. Seagull and Timebomb had obviously taken care not to block it, instead creating a corridor with the boxes on one side, a real wall with utility shelving on the other, and the door down at the end. She put herself a few steps in front of it. “Let’s try that again.”
Peter shook his head. “Sorry, I’m not going to slam you against that.”
“You don’t slam. You connect. You use it to brace yourself, and me. Loretta. Jack does, I mean.” Oh God, she was getting a little too into this.
“You used the wordslam,” he said.
“But before I did, I switched point of views,” she told him. “Right at Loretta’s line of dialogue.Kiss me—boom. New scene. For the actual sex, we’re now inside Loretta’s head. You were reading the ebook, right? Sometimes scene changes aren’t clearly marked in the e-format. I hate when that happens. Trust me, Jack doesn’t slam her. He kisses the shit out of her, yeah, but he’s always careful—in fact, he’s too careful for Loretta. She feels like he’s always holding something back. Still, when he grabs her and kisses her in this scene, it feels to Loretta like a slam. For her, that’s areallygood thing, because not only does she like sex a little rough, she desperately wants this man to lose his mind over her.”
Peter was paying attention—doing that thing where he really listened—and now he moved toward her. But slowly, unlike before. He leaned in, gently touching her chin and lifting her face up toward him, but then just barely brushing his lips against hers as he said, “So he kisses her, and she kisses him back.” He moved her arms up around his neck then put his own arms around her. “And he does this—” he lifted her up, his hands supporting her derrière, same as he did before, only slowly this time as he talked them through it “—so she doesthis—” her legs went around him “—as meanwhile, he’s doingthis.” He carried her forward—his forward—until her back gently bumped up against the metal of the door.
It was surprisingly warm. She’d expected coolness, but then realized that the midmorning sun was beating down on it, on its other side.
And there they stood—not just nose to nose, but body to body. Shay could feel him hard against her and had to work to keep from melting into a little pile of begging protoplasm.
“Okay,” he said. “It makes sense that as long as he doesn’t drive toward her like a linebacker, she won’t get hurt when she hits the wall. And I see how these mechanics work.” He shifted against her. “But he’s also gotta not drop her while they’re having sex.”
“I think that’s what makes it extra hot,” she said. Compared to him, she sounded embarrassingly out of breath, considering she was the one being held, not doing the holding. “The idea that he’s giving her this—” she now moved against him “—while he’s doing this…” She ran her hands down his shoulders and arms and chest, where he was very definitely getting a workout.
“This is extra hot?” Peter asked.
“Oh, yeah.”
He smiled and shifted all of her weight into one arm—what…? That wascrazythat he could do that. But then he used his free hand to pull a condom from his pocket. “And I hear on good authority thatthismakes it even hotter.”
Oh, thank God. Shay laughed. “My panties just burst into flame.”
Peter laughed, too, but then he frowned. “Maybe this is where we bust the myth, because if I’m supposed to put this on with one hand,whilekissing you…?”
“Of course not,” she said. “You put me down—just for a few seconds, while we…”
He did and she shucked off her shorts and her panties while he unfastened his shorts and tore open the condom wrapper. As he covered himself, Shay glanced toward the open garage bay door, but the pile of boxes shielded them completely from the street. In fact, someone could stand right in the driveway, and not know they were back here. It was really notthatdifferent from having sex in a tent.
Peter was as perceptive as always. “Want me to close that?”
“No.” What was her line? She smiled and said, “Shut up and kiss me.”
Shay was right.
This was fucking hot.
Pete held her, her back against that door as he pushed himself inside of her.
They both had their shirts on and she was still wearing her sneakers, but even that was weirdly hot, too. And the garage door being open added something dangerously sexy as well.
This kind of sex not only put Shayla completely into Pete’s hands, but also completely at his mercy. He alone controlled how slow or fast they moved—she had little to no traction, save for her ability to pull him more deeply inside of her by applying pressure around his butt with her legs. But even then, it took almost no effort for him to resist her.
Unlike Jack from her book, Pete took his time. Maybe he was showing off—look at how long I can hold you like this.But Jesus, he loved the way it felt to surround himself completely with her softness and heat, and then to pull himself almost entirely free and then do it again and again andagain, while he gazed into her eyes.
