“Shane,” she said on a gasp.
He moved to her other breast, giving it the same careful attention, drawing out more of those sounds that were making him dizzy. April's body was a landscape he'd never tire of exploring, all hills and valleys and secret places that begged to be discovered. He could feel her heart racing under his lips, her breaths coming faster.
Her hands weren't idle; they mapped his shoulders, his back, his arms, as if she were relearning him, too. Each touch was a spark, igniting high school memories of stolen moments in the back of his truck, lazy afternoons by the river, and fumbling, hurried makeout sessions when his parents weren’t home.
He trailed kisses down her sternum, over her soft belly, feeling her muscles jump under his lips. Her fingers were in his hair, guiding him, urging him on. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her pants, looking up at her for permission. She nodded, lifting her hips to help him. He slid them down along with her panties, taking his time, revealing her inch by inch.
God, she was beautiful. All curves and softness, all his. He pressed a kiss to her hipbone, feeling her shiver. He could smell her arousal, sweet and musky, and it made his mouth water. He wanted to taste her, to make her scream his name. But he also wanted to draw this out, to make it last forever.
“Shane, please,” she begged.
He spread her legs and gazed at her sweet, wet pussy, remembering how much she loved this. He bent and ran his tongue along her folds and she pressed herself against him. He listened to her muffled moans and licked her harder and faster. His tongue circled her swelling clit and he lapped up her sweetness. Shane slowly slid a finger inside her, then added another. He crooked them until he found the little nub inside and stroked while he licked her clit.
That sent her straight into her first orgasm of the night. She bucked against his mouth, her velvet walls clenching and unclenching around his fingers.
He slowed his movements, only stopping when he knew she had finished and was about to become too sensitive to his touch.
But not for long.
Shane worked his way back up her body, now relaxed. Her eyes were closed, one arm flung over her head and the other?—
Oh, mercy. The other one was rolling and squeezing her nipple.
This was new, and incredibly hot.
“You like touching yourself?”
“Yes. It’s all I’ve had for a while now.” She lazily opened her eyes and gave him a smoldering gaze. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“No way, sweetness. You touching yourself is so fucking hot. I could watch you all night.”
“I hope you’ll do more than watch,” she teased. She lifted her other arm and brought her hand down between her legs. Her fingers moved in circles. Apparently, she didn’t get as sensitive as she used to, or her recovery time was a lot faster.
It didn’t matter which to Shane. He reached for the side table drawer and?—
Realized it had been so long, he didn’t have any condoms.
April’s eyes widened, apparently realizing his dilemma. Then she giggled, “Ooops.”
“Dammit, April, I should have… Dammit.”
“It’s all right. It’s actually reassuring that you don’t have a fresh box of condoms in your bedroom.” She looked down, the barest hint of embarrassment on her face. “I know you like to hang out at Cocks and Strippers with the guys.”
Shane snorted. “Yeah, no. Last time I was there, it was to stop a predator. And, I’ve never taken a woman home from there.”He rubbed the back of his neck. “I haven’t taken a woman home since I came home.”
Her eyebrows knitted and she looked confused. “Since you came home?” Her eyes widened. “Oh. You mean, from the Navy?”
“That’s what I’m saying.”
“Really?”
“Truly. Not as long as I’ve been back in Lyons. As for Cocks and Strippers, the most I’ve done is hang out with my brothers and do some line dancing. Never took a woman home, never went home with one.”
“Shane,” she whispered, dead serious. “Are you saying I’m about to…take your virginity again?”
It took him a moment, then he was burying his face in the mattress, trying his best not to howl with laughter and wake Kevin at possibly the worst time. April wasn’t doing much better, judging by the fact that she’d rolled over and her body was convulsing.
Their laughter subsided after what felt like an hour.
