Chapter nine Aubrey #3
Shane quickly sets the wooden spoon he’s holding down by the stove and comes around the island with a waiting hand. “Dance with me, Angel.”
I giggle and rest my hand in his as he pulls me up, placing his hand at the small of my back, and begins to sway us around the room to the sensual tune. At one point he takes my palm and twirls me in a circle, sending me out, before pulling me back into his arms.
I throw my head back and laugh, loving this silly simple moment between us. I’ve never felt so free. These are the kind of things we read about, things I saw my parents do and wished to experience one day. And now I’m living it… with Shane.
When my head comes back down and my laughter subsides, I find him gazing at me with love in his eyes. It makes my cheeks heat up and my throat become dry. “You’re so beautiful, Aubrey,” he says quietly like it’s a secret, one he wants to cherish and keep all to himself.
“What did you mean earlier? When you said I was just as obsessed with you as you are with me.” It’s been swimming through my mind, and I can’t seem to figure it out.
He sighs, but it’s not with annoyance. He stops our dance, takes my hand and leads me to a far cabinet at the end of the kitchen. When he pulls it open, I immediately recognize one of my airtight storage containers.
He pulls it out and places it in my hands. “Open it.”
I pull the container open and spot all the cupcake liners that used to be attached to the little treats I’d make him over the years. There are even little polaroid pictures of each cupcake before it was eaten. It’s super adorable.
“I know, it’s disgusting. I should throw them out before they rot…
but they remind me of you. Just like that bowl of peaches on the counter.
” He points to a beige bowl overflowing with fresh peaches.
“I don’t even eat peaches, but I like smelling them in the morning because it makes me feel close to you. ”
“Oh, Shane…”
Putting the container down beside us, I hurry over to my clutch and quickly pull out my wallet, digging through it until I find what I’m looking for. I hold up a small, laminated card, one side holding a personal note from him, the other red and white candy cane wrapping paper.
“I carry it with me everywhere I go just to feel closer to you,” I whisper, my heart pounding in my chest. “It’s not just my condo, Shane. It’s everything. Everything I do, everything I buy, it always has something to do with you.”
Shane rushes toward me as I throw myself in his arms, sealing our mouths together in an explosive kiss. It quickly turns heated, and before I know it, I’m hoisted up on the counter as he presses himself between my legs, his thick erection rubbing against my aching core.
“I want you, Shane. Take me to your room,” I beg as he kisses down my neck.
“What about the food?”
“I don’t care, just turn it off. We’ll eat later. Please.” I’ve ached for him since Christmas; I can’t wait any longer.
He lifts me into his arms, after turning off the stove and oven, and carries me down a long hallway until we reach a door at the end.
He told me it was a bedroom, but I didn’t know it was his.
He pushes it open, and we walk into a vast bedroom containing a seating area with a fireplace and a huge TV.
He doesn’t give me much time to look at my surroundings before placing me at the foot of the bed.
I quickly remove my dress and panties as he undresses himself, and by the time I’m done, he’s just pushing down his pants and boxers.
I drop to my knees and fist him in my hands, not wasting time as I glide my tongue along his shaft and take him into my mouth.
“Oh God, Aubrey.” His head drops back, eyes closed with one hand in my hair.
I suck up and down his length, relishing his taste. I’ve wanted to do this again since the first time he stopped me. After a minute or two, his hand tightens in my hair and pulls lightly. “Aubrey, baby, I really don’t want to come in your mouth. I need to be inside you.”
I slip him out of my mouth with a wet pop, licking my lips and feeling a slight ache in my jaw. “I want that, too.”
He quickly picks me up and sets me on the bed before rushing over to one of the nightstands and pulling out a condom from the drawer. I take that moment to look around and notice a mirror to the side, giving a view of the bed.
I decide to be bold and turn onto my hands and knees, making the side of my body reflect in the mirror as Shane comes back while rolling the condom on. He watches me, then turns to the mirror with a knowing smirk. “You’re a little naughty, aren’t you, Angel?”
I nod, biting my lip as my body heats all over. “I want to watch you take me like this.”
“God, can you get any more perfect?” He kisses my back, his fingers slipping through my wet folds.
He pushes one in, then two. This time, the pleasure takes over immediately as he pumps them in and out of me a few times before positioning himself behind me. With one hand on my hip, I feel him at my entrance, seconds before he slowly pushes inch after delicious inch inside of me.
“Oh my God, Shane! That feels amazing.” I bite my lips, turning my gaze toward the mirror. He’s staring down at where we connect with such focus, it turns me on even more. I rock my hips back, wanting him to thrust inside of me, to move like he did last time.
He responds immediately, tightening his hold on my hips as he gains momentum. Within minutes of watching him let go on me, powerful thrusts that rock my body and make my insides tingle, my core begins to tighten and quiver around him.
“Shane, I’m going to come,” I tell him as he picks up speed, ramming into me as droplets of sweat form at his hairline. The muscles in his arms and thighs flex with every movement as he grunts and groans. It’s hypnotic to watch.
His head turns toward the mirror, gaze locking onto mine as I feel him thickening inside of me. “Angel.”
“Shane,” I whisper seconds before my body explodes with all-consuming pleasure, moaning and crying out as my arms give in and I collapse to the mattress.
Shane keeps a firm grip on my hips and lifts my butt back up while my chest stays glued to the bed, plowing once, twice, then holding still as he empties himself into the condom with a loud moan.
Something in my mind flickers as the sudden wish that he was coming inside of me surfaces, but those are dangerous thoughts that I can’t be having. I’m not on birth control, and I’m too young to be a mother. I’m not ready for that just yet.
Shane falls above me, barely supporting himself as he tries to catch his breath. “Stay for the night,” he says, kissing between my shoulder blades.
I turn my head to the side, looking back at him as I feel him softening inside me. “Aren’t you leaving for Montreal tomorrow?”
His shaft slips out of me as he rolls over to his side and pulls the condom off, tying a knot at the end and setting it aside on the floor. His hand then comes to my waist, turning me around and bringing me into his side as I rest my head on his chest.
“We are, but it’s not until noon, and I don’t have to be at the office tomorrow morning.”
“But I don’t have my car, and I’m working tomorrow at two.” I go to bite my thumbnail, but Shane stops me before I can, holding onto my wrist and kissing my fingers.
“That’s okay, you can stay until you need to leave for work and take one of the cars in the garage. Marianne, the housekeeper, will be here tomorrow; she can help you with whatever you need. Just tell her what car you want to take, and she’ll give you the keys.”
“Shane, I’m not staying in your house while you’re not here. And I can’t take one of your cars.” I frown at him.
“Did you miss the part where I said, ‘Welcome home’? That means this is now your home as well, Angel. I want you to use it as much as you want, and everything in it, including the cars.” He kisses the tip of my nose when my cheeks flush.
I thought he was just saying it like that, not that he actually meant it was my home too. I don’t know how to feel about it—a part of me is giddy and wants to jump with joy, but the other part feels like we’re moving really fast.
“Shane…”
“Please, Angel?” He glides his knuckles against my cheek.
“I meant it when I said I was done waiting. This is where you belong, with me, in our home. I don’t want to spend another minute without you.
” He draws me closer, his breath fanning over my lips as he angles my head back by lifting my chin with his finger.
“I want you in our bed every night, I want to wake up to you in my arms, I want to dance with you in our kitchen every chance we get. I don’t want to go weeks without seeing you again, Aubrey, not unless it’s because of work.
I hate staying away…” He suddenly sounds so vulnerable, and all I want to do is make all those promises to him.
“I want that too,” I admit in a whisper.
“Then say yes, spend the night and every other available night possible.”
I bite my lip, looking into his vibrant eyes that shine with adoration. “Yes.” I smile and kiss him. “Yes,” I repeat once more. We might be moving fast, but this feels good, it feels right.
My stomach suddenly growls, reminding us that we still haven’t eaten. “Hmm, I should probably get you fed. I had planned a whole romantic dinner, but then you distracted me with sex.” I smack him in the chest and then bury my face against it as I laugh, feeling my blush crawling up my face.
He flips us over, me on my back and him above me. “How about I order us some food instead, and we could try out those treats we brought home while waiting?”
I smile. “Hmm, not very healthy… But let’s do it.”
He lowers his head, coming in to bite my bottom lip. “God, you’re adorable.” He kisses me, then pushes himself off the bed. “I’ll be right back, don’t move. I want to watch you eat naked in bed.” I flush even harder as he winks and wanders out of the room completely naked.
God, that man is perfection.