Chapter 18 #2
I pull his head down so his lips meet mine, stopping his words with a kiss.
This isn’t going to solve anything, but I want to feel him even if it might be for the last time.
There’s nothing tender about this. He matches my hunger for him, parting my lips with his tongue so we can taste each other.
His arms wrap around my body, crushing me to him so tightly I can feel the ridges of his torso against me, despite the layers of clothing between us.
He tilts my head back, taking the kiss even deeper.
He sucks on my bottom lip and I moan, threading my fingers through his hair.
Shayne pulls away but tilts my head up again so I’m looking directly into his eyes. I may as well be staring straight into the bottom of the ocean. I could easily drown in those dark blue depths.
“Paige, please believe me when I say that all I want is you.” He covers my mouth again before I can even think of a response. The kiss is so intense it makes me forget which way is up or down. His hands roam my body impatiently, and I cling to him so I don’t fall.
Shayne drags his head down to my neck, trailing kisses along my collar bone.
His hand travels up under my shirt, and the thrill of feeling his skin on mine sends a fresh pulse of desire to my core.
He cups my breast, slowly circling my nipple through the thin fabric of my bralette.
Another moan escapes me, and I feel his lips curl against my skin.
“Tell me you want me,” he says, his breath hot against my skin.
I pull away from him for a second to get my bearings, drawing breath into my heaving lungs.
My skin feels warm and sensitive to the touch.
He has a drug-like effect on my body. I don’t speak, not trusting myself with words.
Instead, I grab his hand and pull him towards the cabin.
He follows me inside, down the hallway, into my bedroom.
I reach down and pull my shirt over my head.
His hands instantly wrap around me, covering my breasts.
“You feel so incredible in my hands.” His voice is a low growl in my ear, sending even more shivers down my spine.
I rock my hips back into him, feeling the hard length of him against my ass.
He releases my breasts, dragging his fingers down over my ribs, my waist, until he reaches the waistband of my pants.
He spins me so I’m facing him, kisses me fiercely, and then pushes me back so I fall down on the bed.
He makes quick work of his shirt and jeans while I wriggle out of my pants.
He stands at the foot of the bed, his arousal extremely apparent as he rakes his eyes over me again and again.
I run my hand between my breasts, down along my abdomen, between my legs. My fingers come away glistening.
“You’ve made me so wet,” I say, rising up to brace myself on my elbows.
The look he gives me sends a fresh wave of desire pulsing between my legs, so intense it’s almost painful.
He grabs my ankle and pulls me until my ass reaches the edge of the bed and then buries his face between my thighs.
His tongue strokes me into a frenzy. My hips pulse against him, crying out as his tongue dips into my center.
His fingers dig into my ass, pressing me closer and closer to that wicked tongue of his.
I feel the pulse of an orgasm start to gather, but I don’t want to come—not yet.
Not without him. I pull at his arms, and he raises his head, confused.
“You alright?” he asks, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
I can’t help but laugh at the memory of the last man who asked me the very same question from a very similar position. MaybeChuck could barely ignite a spark in me, while Shayne has turned my body into an unquenchable wildfire. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want him.
“Yes. But I need you inside me. Now.” I crawl back towards the headboard so he has room to kneel, squeezing my thighs together in an attempt to stifle the sensations that are about to spill over.
It’s torture. And it’s bliss. He’s on the bed in an instant, parting my thighs again so he can settle himself between them.
I reach into my bedside table and grab a condom.
Shayne takes it from me and puts it on. He doesn’t hesitate, he doesn’t tease me with caresses.
He thrusts deep, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through me.
My back arches, pushing my hips higher up so I can take more of him.
He doesn’t hold back, his pace is deliciously hard and fast, just how I need it to be.
There’s no tempering this orgasm. It crashes through me, throwing my head back as I let the sensations consume me.
I lose all sense of where I begin and he ends.
Shayne grabs my hand, bringing my fingers to his lips.
He draws my middle finger into his mouth and sucks it.
Hard. He then puts my hand between us, guiding my fingers to my already overly sensitive clit.
“Seeing you touch yourself while I’m inside you—this is the image I’ll be holding on to.”
The sound of his voice feels like velvet rubbing against my most tender areas.
It doesn’t take much before I’m poised to explode again. Shayne’s thrusting takes on a desperate pace, and I know that he’s just as close as I am. I wrap my legs around him, gripping him as tightly as I can.
“Scream for me, Banshee,” he says, panting.
It thrills me that he’s just as breathless and out of control as I am—it’s the push that sends me right over the edge.
I let myself go completely, giving voice to the pleasure wracking my body.
I shudder against him, my muscles contracting around him as he pours himself into me.
He groans deeply into the space where my neck and shoulder meet.
Our chests heave against each other as we fight to return to our bodies.
After a few moments, Shayne flops onto his back and then tucks me into the crook of his shoulder in one smooth motion.
“I don’t know, I think you and I made a strong argument for beds not being very boring after all,” he says.
It’s hard not to notice how well we fit together as if our legs and arms were made to intertwine around each other.
“I’m still not convinced this wasn’t your intention all along. It’s mighty convenient you get to leave town just as I’m becoming accustomed to your body in my bed,” I say, trailing a finger along the indents of his chest.
He catches my hand in his. “I’ll be back in this bed before you know it.”
Duke lets out another loud whinny from his prison on the driveway, saving me from saying something very stupid. Like ‘Don’t leave.’
He has to leave. I won’t be able to fix things with Jo if he’s still lurking around. God, I wish he could stay lurking around.
“Feel like going for a ride?” he asks, his fingers tracing circles along my ribs.
“On Duke? After what just happened in here? I may as well rent a wheelchair for the next week.”
Shayne laughs, his chest rising and falling against my cheek.
“I’ve got to let him stretch his legs before the drive. I understand if you don’t want to go, but it would be a whole lot better if you joined us.”
“Well, it would be a nice bookend for our story. We did officially meet on Duke.”
Shayne sits up and grabs his jeans from the side of the bed where they fell. He throws a look at me over his shoulder. “Stop trying to end our story. Come on. Get dressed and meet me outside.”
I throw on an old pair of jeans, a hoodie, and a pair of cowboy boots I stole from Jo years ago.
I half-heartedly braid my hair and then grab a ball cap from the coat hooks by the front door.
By the time I get outside, Shayne has Duke saddled and ready.
My heart skips a beat at the sight of the giant hell horse again.
Duke is the only living thing in miles and miles that could make Shayne look small.
Duke tosses his mane and stomps his front hooves as I approach, which only increases my anxiety.
It’s a painful reminder that the last time I rode a horse, I nearly broke my butt.
Shayne comes up behind me, gripping me by the waist so he can help me up and into the saddle. “Don’t worry. Duke may as well be an angel in horse form. He’s just excited to see you again.”
Duke blessedly stays steady as I sit frozen on his back, waiting for Shayne to join us.
I may as well be sitting on top of a fleshy mountain.
Shayne pulls himself up, nestling me tight against his chest. There’s a chill in the air, so I’m especially glad for the warmth of him behind me.
He reaches around me to grab the reins, then makes a clicking sound against his teeth.
Duke bobs his gigantic head twice, as if acknowledging his rider’s request, before turning to clop his way down the driveway.
“Do you ever walk the trails around here? When I camped that one night down the road, I took Duke on a decent trail ride up to the mesa,” Shayne says, his stubble rubbing against the curve of my ear.
“Of course. If you turn left at the bottom of the driveway, there’s a shallow bend in the river that Duke can cross. That would take us to the mesa trail.”