Cary pushed her back with his body. Moved half on top of her. A hand on her waist. His cock on her hip.
Shiloh touched his shoulder. His nose. She shivered. He tried to kiss her, but she turned her head. He kissed her neck instead. He ran his hand along her bare hip and groaned. She was so beautiful—he should find a way to tell her.
He pulled back to kiss her mouth. Shiloh turned her head the other way. He kissed the other side of her neck. She shivered with her shoulders and her head. Her hands settled on his neck again and squeezed.
Cary pushed against her, moving more on top of her. He tried to kiss her, but she ducked her head and kissed his throat. Her shoulders seemed stiff. Her hands were too tight on his neck.
“Hey,” he said. “You okay?”
Shiloh nodded. Her face was still under his chin. Cary tried toput some air between them so he could see her, but she stuck to him, squeezing his neck.
He pulled one of her hands away. “Shiloh.”
She wouldn’t look up. She shook her head like she was still shivering. “It’s fine.”
“You don’t seem fine.”
“You know how I am—what’d you call it, spastic and relentless? I get anxious.”
Cary twisted his upper body, so he could pry her other hand away from his neck. “You don’t get anxious withme.”
Shiloh was lying on her back. Head turned away from him. Her eyes were closed. “I getlessanxious with you.”
Sixty-Nine
Shiloh felt Cary move his cock away from her.
It was a really nice cock. (Not that she was any kind of expert.) Thick and slightly curved. She’d forgotten that until she saw it again.
Cary had moles all over his chest and a tattoo over his ribs—Shiloh never knew that Cary had a tattoo, and she still didn’t know what it said. He’d been moving too fast. There was too much to process. This was all justa lot,in general. Sex. And kissing. And apparently they were getting married.
“You can keep going,” she said. “I’ll catch up.”
Cary laughed—but it sounded frustrated. Shiloh decided not to open her eyes.
“Move over,” he said. “Put your head on the pillow.”
They were lying at an angle. Shiloh’s feet were hanging off the bed. She scooted over. Got right. Cary pulled the sheet up over them. She felt his hand on her waist again, rolling her so that her body was facing him. She went along with it.
“Shiloh.”
Her eyes were open, but she was still looking down.
“Shiloh.”
She looked up. Her eyes caught Cary’s for a second, then dropped to the middle of his nose.
“You okay?”
She nodded. “I just get overwhelmed.”
“Okay.”
“It’s easier if you sort of ignore me...”
“I’m not going to ignore you.”
“Just for a little while.”
