Chapter Twenty-Seven #2
When she finally sank back down to the mattress, panting for air, he took his time kissing his way up her body, tasting all the places he’d missed on the way down.
The slight swell beneath her belly button, those delicious hips, the curve of her waist, her ribs, the underside of her breasts, and finally, those slightly parted lips.
Her eyes fluttered open, her sated smile simmering in them. “Your lips really are lethal.”
“Don’t die on me, Flores. We’re just getting started.” He kissed her softly. “That is, unless you’ve changed your mind.”
She held his gaze, so blissful and beautiful, as she whispered, “You’re not getting away that easily.
” His heart took an unexpected hit. He lowered his lips to hers, kissing her tenderly, before getting up for a condom.
She watched him sheath his length and dragged her teeth along her lower lip, which made her look innocent and seductive at once.
She reached for him as he came down over her, and he was painfully aware of everything about her, her softness, her sweet scent and trembling hands, and the vulnerability in her eyes, giving him pause.
Sex usually took no thought. He’d have a few drinks, pick up a willing woman, and go for it.
This was different. Whether he was alone in his feelings or not, Shauna was special.
She was his wife, and he already knew that once they came together, he’d never be the same again.
THIS DOESN’T HAVE to mean anything, Shauna told herself for the dozenth time.
Zander had already unraveled her more times than anyone ever had.
She’d never felt anything like the waves of pleasure he brought, and now, as she reveled in the weight of him, the feel of his thick thighs pressing down on her, his formidable cock resting against her entrance, and his piercing blue eyes looking at her like she was more than just a moment, she tried to believe her lie.
She had to. There was too much at stake not to.
As he laced their fingers together, pressing her hands into the mattress beside her head, the number four key chain charm she’d given him dangled between them, brushing the valley between her breasts, making their coupling feel even bigger, which she didn’t think was possible.
He lowered his lips to hers in a deep kiss, pulling her under, sinking into her slowly.
She felt every blessed inch of his thick length stretching her deliciously, sending sparks skittering through her.
When he was buried to the hilt, her breath rushed from her lungs, and he gritted out, “Fuck, Angel.”
His eyes were volcanic and so full of emotions, they couldn’t be real.
“Kiss me,” she said to keep her own misguided emotions from pouring out.
He did, and their bodies took over, urgently finding their rhythm.
Their kisses were feverish and possessive, every thrust of his hips sending pleasure radiating through her.
“Need more,” he growled against her lips, and then reclaimed her mouth more demandingly. He pushed his hands beneath her ass, angling her hips, driving deeper into her as he guided her legs around him. He felt impossibly bigger with every powerful thrust.
Oh, how she loved the way he took control.
She felt like she was fully awake and alive for the first time in her entire life.
She clung to him, wanted the scintillating sensations searing through her veins and billowing beneath her skin to last forever.
Her hands roamed over his body, groping and clawing at his shoulders, back, and ass, but she couldn’t get enough of him.
He quickened his efforts, her thoughts fragmenting.
Lust coiled deep inside her, tightening with every thrust, until she felt like a top wound too tight.
He pushed his hands into her hair and fisted them, sending an explosion of pain and pleasure crashing over her.
She cried out, and the world spun away. She was lost in a surge of ecstasy and Zander, so wild and vast she could barely breathe.
Just when she started floating down from the crest, he crushed his mouth to hers, pistoning his hips, hurling her right back up to the peak, and kept her there.
When the intensity finally eased, she thought she must be dreaming.
This much pleasure wasn’t possible, but she wasn’t dreaming.
Zander was still kissing her, gyrating his hips, making her feel like she was going to burst again.
He tore his mouth away, his eyes blazing into her. “Sorry, darlin’, but you feel too good. I’m not going to last.”
Did he really think he was disappointing her? “So much for your review.”
His head dipped beside hers, and his chest rocked with his silent laughter. He nipped at her shoulder and said, “It’s your fault. It’s never felt like this before.”
Her thoughts stumbled with that confession.
Just as she reminded herself that they were only words and didn’t have to mean anything, he sealed his mouth over hers, and their bodies took over again.
He pushed his arms beneath her, holding her so tight, they felt like one being.
Electricity scorched through her, and with the next hard thrust, she was lost to another powerful climax, and “Shauna—” flew from his lungs like a curse.
Every inch of her answered him, even as she whispered lies to her own heart.
When they finally collapsed to the mattress, breathless and sated, their bodies intertwined, he buried his face in her neck, whispering, “Sweet Shauna, you destroy me,” and it felt like the truest thing on earth.