My husky demand got Shade to lift his head and look at me. The searing heat in his eyes threatened to burn me alive. “You turn wild so fast it makes me blind with lust. I want to fuck you until you can’t see, either.”
His brute honesty ratcheted up my excitement more than any pretty words could. “Do it.” I arched into him, the thudding pulse of orgasm already pulling at me from afar. “I want you, Shade. I’m dying to have you inside me.”
He exhaled sharply. His forehead dropped to my shoulder, and he ground against me. “You reduce me to instinct. Can’t think. Just need. Just want.” He palmed my breast, kneading with strong fingers.
I writhed against him. “What do you want?”
“You,” he answered instantly.
“What else?” Clenching the empty, aching spot between my legs, I asked, “What do you daydream about?”
Shade went still above me. Then his mouth found my neck, my jaw, my lips. “You,” he rasped out, the word a scrape of gravel in his throat. “You touching yourself. And me watching.”
The visual struck me fast and in vivid detail. I bit my lip, a cold splash of nerves hitting the inferno inside me. Shade looked down at me, a question in his eyes. He waited, and my own curiosity and desire eventually won out.
“I hardly ever do that,” I finally said. “And definitely not with anyone watching.”
“You don’t have to do anything.” He kissed me quickly, as if sealing a promise.
Some of my shyness evaporated, baked away by the heat in his eyes that didn’t come with any pressure. “I know. But I asked. And…why not, right?”
His expression turned almost pained. “You’re killing me, you know that?”
I loved how thick and gruff his words came out, and I smiled, part nervousness and part sheer happiness. Alone with Shade, I could escape right into him. Into this. Intous.
Slowly, Shade slipped off the bed and knelt beside it. The way he watched me, the focus and intensity in his eyes as I sat on the edge of the mattress and faced him, set off a flare of slightly panicked heat in my chest.
“I don’t think I’m very good at this,” I admitted. In the past, the result had never been particularly satisfying and took a lot of work. Although with Shade’s simmering brown eyes practically scorching my naked skin and the feel of his kisses still on my tongue, it might not be so difficult.
He put his hands on my knees and then slid them up my thighs, gently parting my legs. “It’s all I can do not to lean forward and lick you.”
I shivered from head to toe. “You can.”
His lips tilted up at the corners, his eyes anchored straight ahead. “Not yet.” With his thumbs teasing the creases of my thighs and his gaze riveted to my sex, I felt craved, maybe even necessary, and it was a powerful aphrodisiac.
Shade brushed the tip of his finger lightly down my seam. Sensation radiated from his skimming touch in heady little zaps that made me clench and twitch. A shiver raced beneath my skin, raising goose bumps. My breasts tightened. The air felt both cool and hot, and just having him look at me this way made my heartbeat pound in my throat. “Don’t stop.”
“You do it.” He guided my hand to replace his. He turned his head and feathered a kiss over the inside of my knee. The flick of his tongue traveled up my leg like a solar flare and burst between my legs.
Hesitant, I slipped a finger through my folds. I was already wet, wound up and sensitive, and arousal swelled inside me with each new stroke.
Shade’s hands moved to my hips. “Just do what feels good,” he coaxed.
“You feel good.”
An amused huff fluttered against my most intimate parts. I got bolder with myself, moving faster. His breathing sped up.
“More,” he encouraged, his grip tightening on my hips, almost rocking me. “Faster.”
My fingers slipped and slid and circled as he watched. Then my breath hitched.
Shade angled up a smoldering look. “Found something good?”
I leaned back on one elbow, getting more comfortable. “I think so.”
“Keep going.” Fixing his eyes between my legs again, he reached down and gripped his shaft, giving it a long, hard stroke.
Everything hazed around me, my eyes suddenly as riveted as his. The sight of Shade’s powerful, sun-darkened hand slowly pulling on his arousal from base to tip and back again washed me in an explosive heat. My pulse surged, and my breathing came short. I stared at what he was doing, entranced.
