What I had wanted to feel was desired. For there to be a different goal than the one Paul always had. In the end, it had become so routine he didn’t notice I wasn’t mentally there beneath him.
Could Shawn read my mind? His hand slid onto my knee, just where my skirt ended, and goosebumps burst down my legs.
“He didn’t like to touch me,” I said.
His eyes widened, giving me a great view of the circle of warm brown that hung at the edge of his irises. “How is that possible? I can’t keep my fucking hands off you.”
“I’ve noticed.” It was meant to sound strong, but it didn’t. His hand inched upward, and my heart beat erratically with excitement.
“What else did you want that he wouldn’t give you?” He leaned over, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Tell me, so that I can.”
Oh, my God.A pleasurable shudder seized my whole body. His hand crept up further, buried beneath my skirt, and the heat of his touch rapidly burned away my reluctance. My knees parted to give him more room.
“He...” I couldn’t bring myself to say it, but the pads of his fingers were on my inner thigh now. “Paul didn’t like when I enjoyed it. It made it difficult to continue if I got too loud.”
He went still as if every muscle in his body had tensed, his face frozen halfway between outrage and disbelief. There was only my rapid breathing between us.
“What the fuck was wrong with him,” he said, “to think giving someone else pleasure is a turnoff?” The blacks of his eyes dilated and slowly filled with desire. “You know he has that backward, yes?”
I didn’t have a response. My focus was on his hand and the look he gave me, the one that made my insides melt.
“Let me show you how wrong he was,” he said.
13
SHAWN
Kara flushedthat gorgeous red again, the one that matched her “fuck me” shoes.
That’s exactly what I have in mind.
She climbed from the couch, taking a few wobbly steps away from me, her nervous hand pushing a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. It, like this room, was the same honey shade as my family’s beer. I wanted her hair in my hands. In my face as she rode me. Spread out on my bare chest after I’d made her come so hard she couldn’t remember anyone’s name but mine.
I came up off the couch to stand, awaiting her answer with held breath, her icy gaze trapping mine.
“Okay,” she said on a whisper.
I had expected ano.In my excitement, I surged forward, and I moved so fast it instinctively made her stumble back. I shouldn’t have done it, because I wanted her to feel safe, but she disabled my ability to think straight. I smothered her beneath my urgent kiss, my body flattening hers roughly against the wall.
Her soft, hot mouth was addictive, and I was lost in it, drinking up her desire. I didn’t care if this was another ploy, like the one she’d tried at her apartment door last night to get me to forget about her security detail.
Whatever she wanted, I’d give it to her.
It made sense to go slow, but it was fucking impossible. Six long months of wanting her, of not knowing if I’d ever have her,had made me wild, feral. I attacked her with starved madness, and an intensity that was so powerful, it was startling.
There were steps to turning on a woman—I’d learned to work my way down. But I skipped right over that. I grabbed her skirt in fistfuls, pulling the fabric up until her black panties were exposed to me. To give me the access I craved.
Shock flooded her beautiful face when I touched her, massaging the damp fabric covering her most sensitive spot. When my fingertips found her clit, she let out a panicked moan like it felt so good, she worried she might come without warning.
Her back was slumped against the wall, and I stood between her shaking legs while rubbing two teasing fingers back and forth. “Already trembling for me,” I murmured, “when we’ve barely started.”
We still had all our clothes on, after all.
I’d take them off eventually, but I was too impatient to wait. I pulled her panties to the side and buried my middle finger deep inside her, where she was soaked and scorching hot. An enormous gasp punched from her lungs and her hands flew out to seize my shoulders, perhaps to brace herself. I’d caught her off guard, but she stepped her feet farther apart. Encouraging me. She wanted my touch as much as I wanted to touch.
I pumped my finger in and out in a slow, deliberate stroke, and enjoyed the way her eyes lost focus and her mouth rounded into a silent ‘oh.’ I ground the heel of my palm against her clit as I thrust into her again. Her whimpering moan sent a lick of heat through me, and I dropped my gaze to watch the slick glide of my finger disappearing into her body.
“You like my finger inside you?” My tone was low and rough and dripped with sex. “You want another?”
