“Lillian.” Shane pulls out and pushes back inside me at a steady rhythm, each time hitting the spot that makes my toes curl inside my patent shoes. “You’ve consumed my thoughts for so long, wondering what it would be like to have you like this.”
The way he says my full name hits differently, like he’s seeing me as the woman I am and not the little girl he knew.
I wrap my leg around him, my heels digging into his ass, urging him to push deeper inside me. My hands cling to his biceps, loving the fresh sensation of having my hands free to roam over his skin. “I’ve dreamt of this too.” I run my fingers through his curly hair. “Being able to say your name while you make me come is everything I’ve ever wanted.”
He dips his head and kisses me ferociously as if he may not get another chance. His lips pepper kisses all over my face, my forehead and my eyes. “Say my name again, Lillian.”
“Shane.” I tug his hair, bringing him back to my lips, and I whisper against his mouth, “My Shane.”
He groans, pumping in and out of me faster, as if saying his name makes him feral.
“Shane, harder. Faster. Shane.” Moans reverberate in my chest, my pants coming in short, sharp bursts with each thrust that hits my clit and every delicious spot inside me.
“Do you want it hard or fast or both?” He growls, showing his teeth, chipped and jagged like a wild animal who’s been in too many fights. “I have about ten pumps left in me before I explode inside your greedy cunt, so be specific about what you want.”
“Hard. Fuck me hard, Shane.”
The beast inside him is let loose as he drives into me hard, his balls slapping against my flesh. He groans above me, eyes penetrating my soul as his dick penetrates my body.
Our fingers entwine as he pins me to the bonnet, the cold metal now warmed against my skin, my body on fire beneath the warmth of his despite the cold. My eyes roll back as the pressure builds in my centre and tingles burst, shooting through every limb right down to my fingertips.
“Eyes on me.” He grunts as he pulses inside me, his thrusts becoming slower, but still hard as he milks my orgasm.
Our gaze locks as our bodies come together, lost in waves of pleasure and his deep brown eyes as if I’m floating in a sea of love and desire. The windows to his soul convey everything I need to know without words. This man loves me with every fibre in his body. He always has.
The words linger on the tip of my tongue, words I’ve wanted to say to him for a while, but even now, I can’t bring myself to say them, so I show him instead. Tugging his hair, I catch his lips and spell out my love for him with my tongue.
He kisses me back, matching every stroke as our tongues dance together to a well-choreographed song that only our souls know the lyrics to.
Still inside me, our bodies twitch with aftershocks, my pussy tingling and pulsing around him as we both come down from our high.
He rests his forehead against mine. “When did you know it was me?”
I lift my hand to his face. “I think I knew from the first time you kissed me.” My fingers stroke the short hair of his beard, loving how the soft bristles tickle my skin. “But I knew for certain when you went for Ash.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because I didn’t want to ruin our fun.” I close my eyes and inhale a deep breath, guilt climbing its way up my throat, making it hard to breathe. “If neither of us acknowledged the truth, we weren’t hurting anyone.”
The brightness in his eyes dulls as if defeated by the crash of reality hitting us like a tidal wave. “And now?” He swallows hard, as if he feels the same rising guilt as I do. His eyes search mine, concern burrowed in the deep wrinkles on his brow.
“I don’t know what happens now, but I know one thing.” My fingers run along the creases on his face, as if wanting to iron them out and take all his worries away. “I want you. I want to be with you.”
He exhales, dropping his head and burying it in the crook of my neck, his warm breath seeping into my skin and warming my heart. “That’s all I wanted to hear.” His lips press against my neck. “Whatever happens, you will always have me.”
“I know.” A shiver shakes my bones, the cold air wrapping around me like the harsh reality we face. This moment’s bitter sweet. I have everything I’ve ever wanted but at the sacrifice of my family. Mum was the glue that held everyone together, and it seems the more she deteriorates so do the ties that bind us.
Shane slips out of me. I shiver again, the cold breeze swathing my body, taking away all the warmth from Shane’s protective embrace.
He lifts my jumper from the floor and pulls it over my head, then finds my leggings and dusts them off, before helping me dress. “I don’t know where your knickers went.”
I burst out laughing. “I don’t think they’ll be any use now, anyway. You ripped them in two.”
He scratches the back of his head with a grin, his skull tattoo chewing a bullet, laughing along with the both of us. “I couldn’t wait to be inside you. I got a little carried away in the moment.”
“Find my bra, at least. Those things are expensive.” I hop off the bonnet and pull my leggings up past my hips.
Shane dangles my black bra from his fingers, brushing off dead leaves and twigs with his other hand.
