Shane
Chapter five
Ten, twenty, thirty, even fifty.
I walk back and forth in my room, talking myself out of asking someone what room my Angel is staying in.
I have no idea how I expected this to play out, but I know I wanted to talk to her, need to talk to her.
This past week without her has been a dread, and I don’t want to go another without at least spending a little time with her.
*Knock, knock*
I stop pacing the room as my head turns toward the door. Could it be?
Taking the few steps over, I look through the peephole and find my beautiful girl standing on the other side, chewing on her thumbnail.
It’s a habit she has when her nerves get too intense.
She’s out of her element right now, which is why she’s so nervous.
My shy little Angel wouldn’t normally come to me on her own.
I swipe my clammy hands down my shirt before pulling the door open. “Aubrey.”
Her big, beautiful doe eyes fall on me as she releases her thumb. “Hi, Shane. Can I come in?”
“Um…”
Aubrey would never do this. Where is all this courage coming from? Don’t get me wrong, I’m more than thrilled that she’s here. But I can’t help but wonder if alcohol might be behind all this bravado.
“Yes, of course.” I step aside, giving her room to pass. “Come in.”
She strides in, not turning back until she’s halfway through the room. I close the door, locking it, and just as I turn to face her once more, she does the same. I open my mouth to ask her why she came up here, but she beats me to it.
“Why haven’t you kissed me, Shane?”
My eyes widen for a moment, her question stunning me. I was planning on doing it again soon, feeling like she had enough time to process everything. But I hadn’t realized it was bothering her this much, to the point that she felt the need to step out of her comfort zone and confront me about it.
“I’ve been trying to come up with a reason why you would kiss me once, but then not do it again. I’ve talked to the girls, and they all have a different opinion, which only makes it more confusing. Because that’s what I am, Shane. I’m confused and I don’t understand any of this.”
She gestures at us both. “I’ve never had this, whatever is going on here. I don’t know how these things work and if you don’t tell me or guide me, then I have no idea what to do next.” She then wraps her hands around herself in a vulnerable way.
“Were you… were you just doing it because I said I had never been kissed? Was I… was I bad at it? Is that why you won’t kiss me again?” Her voice is so small right now it breaks my freaking heart.
I take quick steps in her direction, cupping both her cheeks and catching her by surprise.
“No, Angel, absolutely not. You can’t imagine how hard it’s been for me not to kiss you again—it’s all I’ve wanted to do.
Every moment spent with you, Aubrey, I find myself dreaming about tasting you again.
It’s all I can think about.” Her eyes water at the same time as she blushes slightly.
“That kiss felt like magic to me, and no, I didn’t do it because you told me about it.
I did it because I was tired of waiting, of going home and cursing myself for not taking the chance. ”
“Then why didn’t you?” she whispers.
“Because I was afraid if I did, it may be too fast for you. I wanted to give you time to adjust to what’s developing between us before I did it again.
I never meant to make you doubt yourself, Angel.
I should have known better, and for that I’m sorry.
But know that I want you, Aubrey. I want you in every sense of the word. ”
“Then have me.”
The words have barely left her lips as I claim them for the second time, my fingers sliding through her hair, holding the back of her head while my other hand leaves her face.
Slowly, I glide it down her neck, over her shoulder, down her arm before wrapping it around her waist. A desperate need to have her as close to me as possible fuels my veins as her arms come up and circle around my neck, pulling me down to her as she tries to deepen our kiss.
Her tongue tentatively peeks past her lips, demanding access into mine and I quickly give it to her.
She moans when I brush my tongue against hers, and it takes everything in me not to push this any further.
But then she tightens her hold around my neck, pushing up onto the tips of her toes and moans my name.
“Shane…”
I nearly burst in my pants at how beautiful that sounds coming from her lips, my cock straining against my boxer briefs and begging for attention. She begins to walk us backwards until the back of my legs hit the bedframe, and I fall back into a seated position on the edge of the bed.
She untwines her arms from my neck, never breaking the kiss as she lifts the skirt of her dress slightly and climbs above me, the slit in her dress making it easy for her to straddle my lap.
I’ve never seen this side of Aubrey—this isn’t my blushing beauty, which means she must have had more to drink than I thought.
“Wait, Angel, baby, wait.” Her lips leave mine as they travel over my jaw, down to my neck, where she peppers me with soft kisses. “Aubrey, how much have you had to drink?”
She pulls back, looking straight into my eyes. “Umm, three glasses of champagne. Two during the reception and one before coming up here.” She blushes now. “I needed a bit of liquid courage.”
I know three glasses isn’t a lot when you calculate all the time we spent at the reception.
But I don’t know how much Aubrey usually drinks; I don’t know if three is a lot for her, and taking this any further would feel wrong knowing she’s had more than one.
I hate myself for doing this, but I don’t have a choice.
If I let this go any further and she woke up tomorrow regretting it, I would hate myself.
“Angel, I think we should stop this here. You’ve been drinking and I don’t want to do anything you don’t really want.” I pass my fingers through her hair as my thumb on her hip rubs little circles.
She frowns. “But I do want this, Shane,” she whispers softly.
“I’ve never felt this before, never wanted this in the past. Every time boys would ask me out or suggest intimate things, I’d get this little voice in my head telling me not to do it, not to go.
But it doesn’t happen with you; I never hear her telling me to stop.
I find myself craving and wanting things I didn’t know I could, imagining things I’ve never thought of with you.
” Her blush turns a deep shade of red at her last comment.
“And I’m more than happy to hear that, sweetheart, because I want you just as badly. But we can wait, I’m fine with waiting until you’re really ready. Until we’re both completely sober and thinking clearly.” I cup her cheek, pecking her lips delicately.
“But I’m not drunk, Shane, and I am thinking clearly.
I know what I want.” She bites her lip as she looks down between us.
“Ronnie asked me a while back why I was still a virgin, and I told her I had this feeling I had to wait. I didn’t know why or for what, but I just knew it was what I had to do. ”
Her eyes come back up to mine, clarity burning in them. “But now I know.” Her hands come to my cheeks as she whispers the words I’ve longed to hear, “I was waiting for you,” before pressing her soft lips to mine.
“Angel.” It’s all I can say, because this woman has my heart. She has every part of me. She always has.
Aubrey suddenly slides off my legs, smiling at me as she takes a step back and her hands fall from my face.
I’m about to question where she’s going when I notice the slight tremble in her hands as she brings them up behind her back, the faint sound of a zipper being pulled down echoing loudly through my ears.
My heart hammers violently in my chest, my dick leaking, pushing up against my pants.
A part of me begs for her to stop this; that if we don’t stop, she might hate me in the morning, regret me.
But the other part pleads for her to keep going, to take that dress off, show me her beautiful hourglass body, to come undone in my arms.
When her hands reach the bottom of the zipper, her straps begin to slip off her shoulders. Her cheeks, ears, nose, and neck flush a beautiful shade of red as she wipes her hands delicately on the sides of her dress. Taking a deep breath, she brings one up and hooks her finger in the strap.
I inch closer to the end of the bed, hands fisting at the edge, bunching up the sheets. I can’t breathe, can’t blink, can’t look away. I feel like my heart is about to go into cardiac arrest with how erratically it’s beating.
She lowers the strap with trembling fingers, then does the same with the other side.
Once her dress is only held up by her hands at her chest, she takes another deep breath.
Keeping her eyes on mine, she finally releases the soft material, letting it pool at her feet, and my heart stops in my chest instantly.
God, she’s everything.
I’ve never seen a woman so beautiful. I almost want to cry. She’s not wearing anything underneath her dress except for a small pair of nude panties. I wouldn’t call it a thong since it seems a little wider than that, but it’s also not full-on underwear. Whatever it is, she looks magnificent in it.
A perfect small waist and hips that pop out slightly give her delicious-looking curves. And her breasts, Jesus, they are immaculate. Perfect shape, perfect color with small, rosy peaked nipples. Not too big but also not small, they’ll fit beautifully in my hands.
She has tiny little freckles over her breasts, and there seems to be a small splatter near her belly button. Freaking hell, even her belly button is cute. And her thighs are to die for, just enough meat on them to grab on. I want to wrap my hands around them so badly.
“I’ve never been naked in front of a man before,” she whispers with a slight quiver to her voice.