Chapter 43
SHAWN
We’d barely made it down the hall toward the bedroom when Kara pressed her lips to mine.
Her fingers slipped under my shirt, skating up over my stomach and chest, urging the fabric up.
She made it clear she wanted my shirt gone, and I broke our kiss just long enough to yank it over my head and toss it aside.
She tasted so good, it was distracting. It was why I didn’t realize she’d undone the button of my jeans and dropped the zipper until she slid a warm hand inside, caressing my dick through my underwear.
Just a single brush of her palm over me, and I jerked inside my undone pants.
Her plan was rather transparent, and while I was completely on board with it, I needed to hurry.
Otherwise, she’d have her mouth around me without losing any of her clothes.
And I couldn’t have that.
I gently eased her back through the bedroom doorway, shoved my jeans down, and stepped out of them as soon as they were wadded at my ankles. Her gaze started at my eyes and moved down, sliding over my bare chest, my stomach, and settled on the tented front of my boxers.
A grin tugged at my lips. She was staring at me with lust, the same way she’d done that morning in the Palace hotel, back when she’d been fighting her attraction to me.
I hooked a finger under the waistband of my underwear and echoed the same question I’d given her back then. “Want to take a closer look?”
Her head bobbed in an enthusiastic nod.
I chuckled and ticked my chin at her. “I want to see you too.”
She grasped the sides of her shirt and lifted, pulling it over her head to reveal those amazing breasts hidden inside her bra.
My bra, actually. I’d recognized it the second she’d taken her top off this morning.
This was the same one she’d worn the day she’d stormed into my office and stripped . . . and I’d never forget that moment.
So hot, it was seared into my brain.
“I have the panties that match that,” I reminded her.
“You do?” Her expression was wicked. “Good, because I don’t have any on right now.”
My brain emptied of thought, other than she’d outplayed me again. It was so fucking hot.
She leaned in, burying her mouth in the side of my neck, and I let her resume her plan of getting me naked. Her fingers curled around the waistband of my boxers, and she trailed a line of kisses down my chest as she lowered onto her knees, peeling the underwear down over my erection.
Her mouth was like warm silk. It was exquisite torture when she parted her lips and wrapped her tongue around me, putting one hand at the base and the other on my hip for control. Slowly, oh so slowly, she began to move on me. The power of it made me latch a hand on the doorframe to steady myself.
There was that weird tremble in me again.
Shit, I loved being under her command. Loved everything about her.
I stared down, watching the slick glide of my dick as it disappeared between her glossy lips. I was so fucking hard, and pleasure tightened deep in my stomach.
It felt like she was there teasing me for hours, but abruptly, she pulled back. Her gorgeous blue eyes fluttered open to look up at me, her hand still clenched around my dick.
“English,” she ordered then resumed the pleasurable torture I didn’t want to end. I’d been talking in German again.
“I love fucking your hot mouth.” When she moaned her approval, the vibration made a panicked word punch from my lips. “Wait.”
I’d gotten so much closer than I’d intended, but thankfully, she paused.
I pulled her to her feet and guided her deeper into the room.
When we reached the bed, I sat her on its edge and tried to catch my breath as I pulled her leggings down her ridiculously long legs.
She hadn’t lied about not wearing any panties today.
The concept that she’d made this choice when she dressed this morning, hoping for this moment, made me want to lose control.
But instead, I focused. I eased her down onto her back, grasped one of her bare ankles, and dropped a kiss there. I took a knee beside the bed and slowly worked my way up, pressing my lips to every mark of violence along the way as if I could remove them.
Her legs were dotted with goosebumps, but I could tell she wasn’t cold. This was excitement. Anticipation. Her chest moved rapidly with hurried breath, and she watched the steady journey of my mouth as it marched across her skin, all the way until my head was between her thighs.
Kara arched off the bed at the first contact of my tongue. One single pass and she gasped, wordlessly demanding more. So I put my hands on the insides of her thighs, urging her legs farther apart, and used my fingers to peel her open to me.
When I caressed her clit with the tip of my tongue, she began to writhe, frantic and desperate.
Her fingers speared into my hair, holding me in place so she could be the one moving, the one who was in control.
Her body rocked against my mouth, fucking my face, and it was so insanely hot, my dick flexed.
I had to take one hand off her for a moment so I could reach down and squeeze myself.
I clenched hard against the ache she caused.
She was so fucking perfect. All wet and lush and desperate for what only I could give. And before I was ready for it, her legs suddenly began to quake, and she gasped so loudly it could only mean one thing.
“That was quick,” I murmured.
I gave her a few moments to recover before I resumed what I’d been doing. Fingers clawed at my shoulder, and I heard some sort of protest about making it fair, but I ignored it. I wasn’t prepared to be done.
I hadn’t even used my hands yet.
“Take off your bra,” I whispered. When she didn’t move immediately, I added, “Or we can just do this all day.”
I buried a finger where she was wet and hot.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
She bowed up off the mattress so she could slide her hands behind her back, and a second later the clasp was released.
The bra tangled in her arms as her trembling hands pulled it off, and it was left on the sheets beside her.
I smoothed a palm up the curves of her body and grasped one of her now bare breasts, finding her skin feverish.
My mouth on her, one hand on her breast and another inside her, and I needed her to come again.
“Shawn,” she whined as I sank a second finger inside her and increased the speed of my tongue, sucking at her clit. Shit, there was nothing sexier than the way she said my name. I didn’t think I could have possibly gotten harder until that happened, paired with her arriving orgasm.
Just as she began coming, I rose and pressed myself deep inside her, letting her pulse around me. I held perfectly still, enjoying the sensation of each shudder I’d created in her.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my vision blurring from the pleasure.
I waited patiently for her to recover, to get used to my possession, and when she seemed ready, I scooped a hand behind her neck and gently pulled her up into my kiss. She answered back with more intensity, pulling my bottom lip into her mouth and biting just hard enough to have an edge of pain.
I let out a sound that was a mixture of satisfaction and approval, showing her I was glad she wasn’t delicate with me. Was it the same for her? I let her hair free from the hair tie, and it fell like a silk curtain around her face.
But as soon as it was down, I gathered it in my hands, twisting it into a rope so I could tug her head back and expose her neck to me.
She made a startled sound, obviously not pain as I’d been careful not to hurt her, and it trailed off into a moan. I lowered my mouth to the pulse point in her neck as I withdrew my hips and then urged them forward to bury myself inside her again.
Fuck, it felt too good.
I told her as much, although I had no idea what language I used.
The air in the room was thick, and we each fought to catch our breath.
It was hot, and it took no time for us to be covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
This bed was on fire, and all I cared about was the woman before me.
How I moved inside her, how she let me place a hand behind her knee and raise it, wrapping her long leg around my waist.
But the bed . . . It was too low, and widening my stance didn’t help. My thighs burned from the effort, and the angle I wanted to drive into her was off.
I slid out of her and tugged her to her feet, but she fell forward into my arms.
“You think I can walk right now?” she cried incredulously.
Oh. I gave her a sheepish smile. “Right. Sorry.”
I moved us to the side of the bed and let us fall on it in a tangled heap. I did everything I could to make it sound like a request and not an order. “Get on top of me.”
She flushed. Even in the goddamn heat. Beautiful.
Then she did as asked with my help, positioning herself over me and sinking down, inch by inch.
My gaze focused between her legs, watching the sexy slide as she took me inside her.
She tried to establish a slow, measured pace, but it made me crazy.
I grasped her hips and drove her down on me, grinding her against me.
When she arched her back, I slid my hands up to cup her breasts, my fingertips brushing across her hardened nipples.
Thank God Juric’s bullet had hit me low enough that I could do this with minimal pain.
It was beyond enjoyable letting her ride me. The strands of her hair swayed with the rock of our bodies, and moans swelled up from both of us. Sweat made me sticky, and the sharp slap of bodies caused the headboard to thump against the wall.
Kara’s orgasm came out of nowhere. She jerked on top of me with a strangled cry, and I pulled her down so her mouth was by my ear so I could enjoy listening to her better.
“You sound so fucking sexy when you come,” I said, prolonging her shivers.
In the pit of my stomach, a foreign sensation took hold when she stretched a leg down and asked me wordlessly with her body to roll her onto her back without losing our connection. I knew what she desired now, and I’d . . . well, I’d begrudgingly try.
Missionary was my least favorite position. Sometimes it felt like I had to do most of the work and the partner beneath me simply lay there. I didn’t want that. I wanted an equal.
Hadn’t I found that in her?
“Slower,” she said, when I was over her.
Her soft hands drifted down my shoulders, down my arms, and up again. Over my back. Like she couldn’t get enough of having me in her hands. Couldn’t get enough of touching me.
God, I could relate. I couldn’t get enough of her in every way possible.
She tilted her hips, angling so that I sank deeper into her, deeper than I’d been before, and I felt my eyes widen. The impossibly slow rhythm she’d demanded was tightening the tension inside me, winding it tighter every second.
I felt . . . connection. Like we were doing something so much more important than just getting each other off.
Like I belonged to her, belonged with her.
The rock of her hips against mine felt so amazing it was almost painful. Her lips were soft and warm. One of her hands threaded in my hair. The other was bent so it could grab the headboard behind her.
It had never been like this before. I’d never let emotion in during the act, and now I was grateful I hadn’t. What was happening between us was something I’d share only with her.
The word was probably meant to be a command, but it rang out as a desperate plea from her. “More.”
I shifted and bent a knee, then reached up to grab the edge of the mattress for leverage.
She wasn’t lying still beneath me, simply taking it.
She was moaning, writhing, bucking . . .
alive under me. Her hips moved to meet my thrusts, and she was in control of everything even though I was the one drenched in sweat from exertion, sliding over her, sliding inside her. Wanting this again, and again, forever.
“Look at me,” she said.
I was going to drown in the icy pools there. When I tried to kiss her, she tightened her hold on my head, stopping me.
Her voice was surprisingly steady, as if certain beyond a shadow of a doubt. “Ich liebe dich.”
Everything disappeared in a flash of white, and I tumbled into a place beyond pleasure.
I heard her utter my name and then repeat that she loved me in English.
Maybe she worried she’d said it wrong, or that I hadn’t heard her.
But she’d said it again for herself, because she was tumbling into the same place I was, following me.
It felt like it was never going to stop, not that I wanted it to. And when it did, we returned slowly, one moment at a time.
How wrong we’d both proven each other. Her believing she wasn’t capable of loving me, and me believing I couldn’t physically express my love for her.
We lay unmoving, even after our breathing returned to normal. My muscles shook from the effort to keep my weight off her, but I could feel nothing except where we were still joined. She wasn’t crying this time. Her eyes were clear and full of love.
I reluctantly withdrew and collapsed beside her, exhausted. When she didn’t curl up under my arm, I glanced at her.
“I’m not cuddling with you. It’s a thousand degrees in here,” she said.
“Yes.” It probably hadn’t helped that she’d been trapped under an enormous man. “I’ll go turn on the ceiling fan.”
But I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to leave her. She set her hand on my bare, sweat-covered chest, right over my heart, like she wanted to be close but was overheated. I covered her hand with mine.
“This house should come with a warning.”
“What?” she murmured, her eyes closed.
“Are you aware this is where Jason fell in love with your sister?” I let my thumb brush over the back of her hand. “And now that you’ve told me you love me—”
She propped herself up on an elbow and cast her gaze down on me, a sultry smile on her face.
“Was that your plan? To bring me here and make me fall in love with you?” She leaned down and her lips hovered just over mine.
“Sorry to disappoint, Shawn, but I was in love with you long before we came here.”