He pressed a kiss to my forehead, and I rolled away, hand over my mouth. “You can’t kiss me.”
“What?”
I jumped up. “I have morning breath.”
He started laughing. “I don’t care.”
“I do!” I ran to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. When I came back, he was stretched out, looking so delicious I could eat him alive.
He held a hand out. I climbed onto the mattress and walked on my knees back beside him. He played with the hem of my shirt, his shirt. “You look good in this.” He lifted it up. “Can you take it off?”
I slipped it off, and he just stared. My nipples hardened under his gaze. I swallowed, imagining all the things I wanted to do to him first. It took all of a heartbeat to zero in on that mouth. More than anything, I needed to kiss him. I fell more than crawled the rest of the way to him, catching myself with one hand on either side of his head, an inch from his face. His lips turned up into a wicked grin.
“Why I believe you’ve missed me.” He lifted his head and nipped at my lips.
I pulled back, teasing. “Maybe a little.”
He tried again, and this time I let him catch me, losing myself in the sensual decadence of him. I slung my leg over his hip, grinding into his hardening cock. His hands wrapped around my waist before sliding up to thumb my nipples.
“Unfair,” I whispered into his lips. “You’re still wearing too much.”
“You, too.”
We sat up and took care of the barriers between us, then lay side by side, face to face, tracing each other gently, exploring slowly. I was torn between burning off my desire for him in a quick wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, but this wasn’t our first time together, and somehow we both understood there were other pleasures to be had. I discovered I could drive him insane by doing nothing more than running my nails softly down his spine. He could reciprocate by dragging his tongue down the nape of my neck.
After we’d worked ourselves into a state of heightened need, he slid his hand down my stomach, and with one touch, I nearly exploded in pleasure.
I pulled his hand back up and threaded my fingers into his, tugging him toward me. “Make love to me, Shane.”
We rolled as one, me onto my back, him over me. He breathed out as he entered me, muttering something unintelligible. My eyes rolled back in my head at the sensation. As always, he started slow, but I wanted more.
I shoved his shoulder, and he followed my lead, turning us together, so he was under me. I sat up and began rolling my hips, taking him deep and then rocking forward until he was nearly free of me, then slamming back down hard. He gasped back an expletive. I set a punishing rhythm, pounding into him again and again.
All that foreplay had me so close already, that I only had to look down at Shane’s face, twisted in ecstasy before the endorphin rush exploded, releasing a beautiful wave of pure bliss down my legs and up my spine in total satisfaction. I dropped my head onto his chest, breathing heavy.
Realizing I’d climaxed, Shane started to ease me off him, but he was ramrod straight inside me. I sat up, grinding back down on him again. I reached behind me until I found the apex of his legs and touched his balls with the tips of my fingers. They drew up tight, like walnuts, and he hissed out, “Holy fuck, Layla.” I lifted my hips, fucking him while I played with him, and in another few moments, he came hard in me.
I dropped down beside him, and he pulled me over, wrapping his arms around me. I expected him to fall asleep, but instead, he said, “I’ve missed you. Tell me what you’ve been doing.”
“Seriously? I should be asking you that. I’ve just been working.”
“Have you gotten a chance to work on any of that, what did you call it, Python?”
“I can’t believe you remembered I was working on that.”
“You said you hoped they’d let you get some experience.”
I’d mentioned it during one of our FaceTime calls, but I hadn’t dwelled on it. I didn’t think he’d find it that interesting. It touched me that he’d picked up on it. “Yeah, Ajit—that’s my co-worker—is teaching me.”
“And will they let you program?”
I sighed and turned to face him. “I doubt it. Ajit says I have a solid sense of the basics, but it’s not enough.” I bit my lip for a second before articulating the dream I’d begun to cultivate. “I think I want to take classes, maybe get a certification or two. Then I might be able to show them that I could join their team as a full-time developer instead of someone who comes up with ideas to pass along to them to code.”
“So why don’t you? There are probably summer classes. Have you looked into it?”
The wheels were spinning in my head. I was never going to fall asleep with all the possibilities. “I’m going to look into it tomorrow.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
