Chapter 34
THIRTY-FOUR
Laying against the pillows at the head of Shaun’s bed, he grinned down at her, where she was propped up on an elbow at the foot of the bed, their bodies parallel to each other. His feet were at her head, hers tucked under the pillow at his elbow, the sheet draped over them in the middle.
“I didn’t even know that was possible,” she laughed from the foot of the bed.
He winked at her, the light of the bedside lamp next to the bed illuminating her in a golden glow.
Her hair was a wild mess around her head.
Ten minutes ago, she’d been riding his face while her mouth had been doing delightfully dirty things to him at the same time.
That was going to be a highlight of his fantasies for a long while.
“You have a lot to learn, darlin’.”
She lowered her blue eyes to the sheet, picking at it with her fingernail. “You certainly know a lot more than I do. I’m sure you stay… busy… while you’re traveling.”
Plucking her feet out from under the edge of the pillow, he hauled them both onto his chest, rubbing her calves with his thumbs. “Are you jealous, Shaun?”
“Pfft, no,” she mumbled, tossing her hair back away from her face and fixing him with a stare. Then she shrugged, the sheet slipping off one breast, leaving that pierced nipple bare for his gaze. “I just wonder how you got so good at all this.”
Massaging the arches of one of her feet, he smiled down at her when she moaned, her eyes drifting shut.
“So, you are jealous.”
“No. I’m curious,” she amended, shifting on her elbow.
“Curious about what?” he asked, pressing his thumb into the arch of her foot again.
“Well, you know about Tommy. I’m just wondering if there is some other woman out there waiting for K.C. Corcoran to return to the circuit and continue breaking her heart with an obnoxious amount of orgasms.”
He sighed, massaging each of her toes in turn. “I won’t lie to you, Shaun. I have fully enjoyed being a celebrity and some of the… baser perks of it. I like women. I like sex. A lot.”
Shaun nodded, lowering her gaze again. “Who is Savannah, Kasey?”
“Ahhh,” he murmured, smiling gently. “Did you cyber stalk me?”
She rolled her eyes and huffed in annoyance. “Ugh, just never mind. I don’t know why I asked. Morbid curiosity.”
She made to roll away, but he held fast. “Hey, you started this, Miss Feisty-Pants.” When she stopped trying to move away, he said softly, “Savannah was my fiancé. A long time ago. I thought I knew who she was, and I was wrong. I felt betrayed and hurt. I’ve tried my damndest not to let anyone in since then. ”
Until you, he thought, staring at the woman who had irrevocably stolen his heart. It didn’t belong to him anymore. It was hers. Quite possibly always had been.
She nodded, as if his answer made perfect sense, unaware of the tumult of emotions wreaking havoc internally, and then she was moving. Crawling up his body, she slid beneath the covers next to him, turning her back and pressing it against his front.
He grunted as her ass settled against his lap, his cock stirring as she wiggled just slightly. “Shaun… You know what’s going to happen if you wiggle your ass against my dick like that.”
She peered at him over her shoulder and one corner of her mouth tilted up in a sly smile. “I’m counting on it.”
He chuckled, wrapping his arm around her and sliding his hand between her thighs, lifting the top one until he could position his once again rock-hard erection at her entrance before sliding in as deep as he could go.
Her head fell back against his shoulder and his dick got even harder at the sound of her moan escaping her mouth. “You like this, don’t you, darlin’?”
She nodded, her fingers gripping the sheet in front of her as she rocked backwards against him. “Yes, Kasey.”
“You can’t get enough,” he whispered roughly, his hand spanning across the front of her throat.
“No, I can’t,” she cried as he picked up speed, his hips slapping hard against the softness of her backside. He was already so close, so he reached around her, and his fingers found her clit, circling and pinching lightly. “Oh god, Kasey.”
“Come on, darlin’,” he grunted, slamming his hips against hers. She was there, shimmering, right there on the brink. He could feel it. “Give it to me, Shaun. I need to feel it.”
She had just started spasming around him when he came with a guttural, low groan. Burying his face in the back of her neck, he bit down on the meaty part of her shoulder as she came around him, at the same time he emptied everything inside her.
Sliding his hand up her body, over the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist, and back down, he pressed his palm against the lower part of her abdomen.
Holding her as firmly against him as possible while he was still buried so deep inside, he whispered raggedly against the curve of her shoulder, “I can’t get enough, either. ”