13. Shane
Chapter 13
Shane
I have no idea what came over me in the bathroom, but now I’m guiding Kaycia back through the crowd with a raging erection, her panties in my pocket, and blood pounding in my ears louder than Max’s singing or Raquel’s attempts to get my attention. I wave at both of them, so focused on Kaycia and the fact that she’s soaking wet for me right now, and escape out the front door into the warm night air before anyone can stop us.
It takes three times longer than it should to get back to our apartment building. Now, the walk is punctuated by pauses to kiss and explore one another, earning more than one gleeful honk from cars that pass by.
Kaycia pulls me into the darkened doorway of a coworking space around the corner from our building, pulling my lower lip into her mouth while she slides her slim fingers along my zipper. I grip her hips and grind into her palm, moaning and stealing her breath with a kiss. I have to summon all the control I can muster, both as a man and a wolf, to not unzip and take her against the door when my hand slips under her dress and feels the smooth skin of her bare ass, especially when she whispers an offer to let me do just that.
Groaning, I tug her out into the streetlights and toward our building. Finally, we stumble up the three flights of stairs to our landing.
“My place or yours?” I ask between kisses. Kaycia’s blue eyes are hooded and her cheeks are flushed under the overhead lighting.
“Yours,” she answers breathlessly. “You did say you wanted to see my dress on your floor.”
Fuck , this woman is going to kill me .
I manage to get my keys out and the door flung open, staggering into the apartment where only the lamps on the bedside tables and the glow from the city outside the back windows illuminate the loft. She follows me inside, pushing my overshirt off and to the floor, then tugging at my belt. I have to remind myself that, even though my fingers itch to rip the thin straps, I can’t give in to the urge if I want to see her in this dress again.
“Do you have protection?” she whispers against my mouth as we move toward the bed.
“Yeah, of course,” I answer.
“Give me just a minute?” She heads across the room toward the bathroom, leaving me staring at her with my pants half open and my tee shirt rucked up. All I can offer is a nod as I catch my breath.
By the time the water turns off I’ve adjusted the lighting and turned music on low.
“Hey,” Kaycia whispers from the doorway of the bathroom.
“Hey,” I reply. “You good?”
“Definitely.”
She’s kicked out of her boots and socks and pads across the floor toward me where I lean against the arm of my sofa. Pushing off the couch, I meet her halfway between the living and sleeping spaces and slide my hands around her waist, letting them rest on her hips. My abs flex of their own accord when Kaycia runs her index finger across the top of my boxer briefs and the rush of butterflies in my stomach makes my heart pound. Running her hands upward she pushes my tee up and tugs it off when I obediently hold my arms overhead. She explores my chest with her palms, kissing where her fingers have traced. Shuddering and sighing, I run my fingers through her hair, tangling them in the silky strands and gripping gently before tilting her chin up to claim her mouth with mine.
What begins gentle soon returns to the urgency from the bar, tongues and teeth clashing, and I remind myself that I need to keep my wilder urges under control. Tugging on her hair, I tilt her head up to look at me and run my thumb over her lower lip, admiring the fullness and how fucking beautiful she is.
“You’re sure you want this?” I ask.
If she wants to stop, or if she’s changed her mind after the bar, I don’t want to push her. We can still call it a night and not cross this line.
“Yes,” she responds, reaching down to slip her hand under the waistband of my underwear and wrapping her fingers around me.
I groan against her mouth as she starts to work me, kissing me and pulling me with her until her ass hits the back of the sofa. I lift her hips so she’s seated on the low back, unable to control the movement of my hips as I match her pace, but I step back and grab her wrist to pull her hand free.
“Dress on the floor, remember? Take it off or I just may rip it off you.”
She looks shy for a split second, making me worry that I’ve been too forceful, but then she unzips the side and slips the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall in a red puddle on the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra, it was evident when I brushed against her nipples earlier, but seeing them in the shadows of the low light, absolutely perfect, makes me need to taste them, to taste every inch of her.
Kaycia responds instantly when I graze her taut nipple with my teeth, kneeling between her open thighs. She arches into my touch with a breathy gasp as my hands and mouth explore her body, running open-mouthed kisses up her inner thigh until I reach the heat of her pussy.
“Fuck, Kaycia,” I murmur, running my fingers through the wetness I find as she moans and bucks her hips. “You’re still so fucking wet for me.”
She must like what I say because she writhes under my touch, so I add my mouth to my fingers, tasting and teasing. Her little whimpers turn into moans as she grips my hair and grinds against my mouth, chasing her pleasure while I ache to take my own.
“Oh gods,” she cries, her fingers clutching my hair to hold me where she wants me. Her thighs tense and her breathing turns ragged as she comes. Shuddering, she releases me and grabs at my shoulder to draw me back up to her mouth. I surge to meet her lips, standing and cupping her face as I step between her legs.
“You taste so fucking good,” I whisper against her mouth between kisses.
“Gods, that mouth,” she murmurs, then adds, “I need you,” while she holds me closer with her legs wrapped around my hips.
It’s almost my undoing.
“Come here,” I order, pulling her from the couch.