Chapter Nine
L exi
I'm staring up at Shawn, his eyes locked on mine, and when he kisses me again, it’s not just fireworks. It's a supernova, explosive and all-consuming. His lips are firm yet tender, demanding and cherishing. Everything about this man makes me feel desired, protected. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, craving more of him.
He lifts me off my feet effortlessly, setting me down on the table as he deepens the kiss. His hands roam over my body, exploring every curve as if he's memorizing me. I can feel the heat of his touch through my clothes, igniting a fire within me that I didn't know existed. His fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head back to give him better access to my mouth.
I gasp as his lips trail down my neck, leaving a path of scorching heat in their wake. My heart is pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short, rapid bursts. His hands find the hem of my shirt, lifting it slowly as if asking for permission. I raise my arms, allowing him to pull it off completely. The cool air hits my skin, but it does nothing to temper the heat coursing through me.
Shawn's eyes darken as he takes in the sight of me, his gaze lingering on the swell of my breasts, the curve of my waist. He leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “You're so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine.
His hands move to my jeans, unbuttoning them with deft fingers. I lift my hips, helping him slide them down my legs. He steps back, his eyes never leaving mine as he kicks off his boots and pulls his shirt over his head. My breath hitches at the sight of his muscular chest, the tattoos that decorate his skin telling a story of their own.
He steps forward again, his hands finding my thighs, spreading them wide as he steps between them. His kiss is hungry, urgent, and I meet it with equal need. The rough feeling of his fingers tracing the edge of my bra sends sparks of electricity right through me. I arch into his touch, needing more.
His hands move to my back, unhooking my bra with ease. As he slides it off, his eyes darkening at the sight of me. “Fuck, Lex,” he growls, his voice thick. Holding my stare, he dips his head. His mouth finds my nipple and I cry out, my hands gripping his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.
His hands move lower, hooking into the waistband of my panties, sliding them down my legs. I shouldn’t be doing this but there’s no way in hell I’m stopping. I want him.
I kick my panties off and my body starts to tremble with anticipation. Shawn steps back, his eyes raking over me, taking in every inch of my naked body.
“Shawn,” I whisper, my voice a plea of how much I need him.
He steps forward, his hands finding my hips, pulling me to the edge of the table. I can feel the hard length of him pressing against me, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
His mouth finds mine again, his kiss fierce and possessive. I can feel his hands trembling slightly as they roam over my body, and it occurs to me that he's just as affected by this as I am. The thought sends a thrill through me, knowing that I have this kind of power over him.
He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against mine. “Tell me you want this, Lex,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you, Shawn,” I tell him, my voice steady and sure. “I know we just met, but damnit I want this. I want you.”
His eyes search mine, looking for any hint of doubt or uncertainty. But there's none. I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I want this—I want him. He nods, accepting my words, and steps back just enough to unbuckle his belt and shed his jeans. My eyes widen as I take in the sight of him. “I...”
He smirks. “It'll fit.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. He's fully aroused and ready, every inch of him chiseled and hard.
He steps between my legs, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I can feel the tip of him pressing against my entrance, and I take a deep breath expecting him to roughly push inside, but he doesn’t. He enters me slowly, inch by inch, allowing my body to adjust to his size.
My breath catches at the fullness, my nails digging into his shoulders as he fills me completely.
“Fuck, Lexi,” he growls, his voice strained. “So tight.”
“Yes,” I moan, my muscles tightening around him, making him growl again.
Needing to feel his skin against mine, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper into me. “You feel so fucking good.”
He begins to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. I meet his every movement, arching my back to feel him deeper.
“Please,” I beg, unsure of what I need. The sensation is overwhelming, both pleasure and pain that has me gasping for breath.
His lips find mine again, but this time his kiss is fierce, possessive.
His hands roam over my body, touching, exploring, driving me wild. The tension builds within me, coiling tighter and tighter.
“Oh God.” I tip my hips, needing more of him.
He breaks the kiss, his breath ragged. “Come for me, Lex,” he demands, his voice a low growl. “Let me feel you come all over my cock.”
His words flip a switch inside me, and before I know what's happening, I'm soaring into the stratosphere.
“Ah,” I cry out, my body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crash over me.
Shawn picks up the pace, his thrusts coming harder and deeper as he chases his own release. With a final thrust, his hips slam into mine, and I feel his cock pulsing inside me.
Bodies covered in sweat, we stay like this for a long moment.
When his cock softens and slips free, he leans his forehead against mine. I stare at him as he catches his breath.
“That was...” I manage to puff out around my labored breaths.
His lips twitch, and when he finally opens his eyes, there's a softness in them that I haven't seen before.
“Yeah, baby. It was.” He cups my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently against my cheeks. “You're mine, Lex,” he says, his voice coming out in a low rumble. “All mine.”
We’re moving at lightening speed but it feels right. Since we met I’ve felt this pull to him. I nod, a small smile playing on my lips. “Okay,” I agree, my voice barely a whisper.
Planting a soft kiss on my lips, Shawn steps back and scoops me up into his arms.
“Shawn,” I squeal, wrapping my arms around his neck, my head going to rest against his chest as he carries me up the stairs.
“Hush, woman,” he chuckles, striding through his bedroom and into the bathroom.
“I can walk, you know,” I tease as he flicks the switch on the wall and the lights come on.
“Like you better right where you are.”
This man.
Effortlessly, like I'm light as a feather, he sets me on the counter with gentle hands, his lips brushing my forehead before he turns to start the shower. Steam begins to fill the room as he adjusts the temperature, and I can't help but admire the play of muscles across his back, the way his tattoos shift with each movement, his perfect ass.
Jesus, he's hot.
When he turns back to me, there's a soft smile on his face that makes my heart flutter. I'm not sure what I did for the gods to send me to this man, but I'm thanking my lucky stars.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, scooping me back into his arms and stepping into the shower.
The warm water cascades down over us both, and I moan. “Nothing.”
As he sets me on my feet, my legs are still a bit shaky. Perceptive of everything, he notices, and quickly his hands go to my hips to steady me.
“You good, baby?”
I nod, my teeth sinking into my lip. There's something about the way he's looking at me, the way he calls me ‘baby’ like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, reaching for his shampoo.
I close my eyes as his strong fingers work the suds into my hair, creating a thick lather. With perfect pressure, he massages my scalp with surprising gentleness. It feels incredibly intimate, more so than what we just shared on his dining room table. My cheeks warm at the thought before the severity of our carelessness sinks in.
“Shawn,” I say softly, opening my eyes to look up at him. “We didn't use protection.”
His hands still in my hair, and I watch as a plethora of emotions cross his face—concern, regret, fear, and something else that looks a hell of a lot like hope, then regret again. “Fuck, Lex. I'm sorry. I didn’t… Fuck! I'm clean, baby.” His eyes drop to my belly. “And if?—”
“Hey,” I reach up to touch his cheek. “We don’t have to worry about that. I'm on the pill.”
The tension in his shoulders eases slightly as he shakes his head from side to side. “I should have asked—should have thought about it. But you drive me fucking crazy, baby.”
“I trust you,” I tell him, realizing how much I mean it. “And I'm clean, too. Got tested after I found out about John's... activities.”
His jaw clenches at the mention of my ex. “I just had a full workup done for my VA insurance two weeks ago.” He tilts my head back gently, beginning to rinse the shampoo from my hair. “Still should have been more careful with you.”
“We're okay,” I assure him, closing my eyes as the water runs down my face. “More than okay, actually.”
His low chuckle echoes off the shower walls. “Yeah? You saying you enjoyed yourself, Lex?”
I peek up at him through wet lashes, feeling bold. “I think you know exactly how much I enjoyed myself.”
“Fuck,” he growls, pulling me closer. “You're going to be the death of me, I just know it.”
I wrap my arms around his waist, resting my head against his chest.
Standing here in the circle of his arms with the water running over us, I can't remember the last time I felt this happy.