Chapter Twelve #2
Her arms rose to hang around his neck without a single thought, and his mouth descended upon hers with force. Lips moved, wild and reckless as the kiss deepened. All rationality left her, and Shane pinned her to the wall.
Shane broke away for only a second, his breath coming out in bursts as if he had just run a dozen miles at a full sprint. “Stop me whenever you don’t feel comfortable, and I will. No questions. No explanations.”
Kimberly only had enough sense to nod, then pulled him down to resume their kiss with a hunger she didn’t know she was capable of.
It was as if the pain of their past, the loneliness of her present, and the dread for their future amalgamated into a fiery lust that only he could satiate.
Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed except them, this room, and this moment.
Shane must have taken that as a sign to plunge ahead. He gripped the towel and pulled it from her body. The slow drag of fabric from her chest made a shock of anxious need pierce her core. The towel dropped in a puddle beside her, leaving her bare from shoulder to hips.
Instead of letting his eyes feast upon her nudity, Shane let his hands paint the picture of her body.
He found that spot on her ribs that made her shiver and gasp, a spot no man had touched in ten years, a spot he had discovered when they were teenagers.
Roaming down the slope of her spine to her sides, he explored and teased the tender spots he must have remembered from their dating days.
They had never gone this far before. She had never been this naked with him before.
Every passing second was a new experience, forging new memories.
When his hands cupped her breasts, Kimberly let out a moan that allowed Shane’s tongue to slip between her lips. His thumbs circled her nipples, coaxing them into hard peaks.
Lights danced behind her closed eyes as everything grew tight, a flush of heat and cold interplaying across her skin. Kimberly arched against him, begging for more touch, more contact.
In agreement, Shane broke away only long enough to peel off his shirt and toss it to the side.
They both allowed themselves a look. Shane’s strong and sculpted body made her mouth water and lower belly ache. She mirrored his appreciative stare as he drank in the shape of her for the first time.
“Don’t look away,” he ordered.
Kimberly obeyed, locking her eyes on his.
Taking a steadying breath, he leaned in and ran the back of his knuckles against the tip of her sensitive nipples.
She gasped and jerked as a new burst of pleasure spiked between her thighs.
He grinned. “I like that look on you.”
Shane kissed her for only a moment before moving his mouth to her neck, never stopping his work on her breasts.
Kimberly thought she’d collapse underneath the waves of white-hot desire that rolled through her. “Shane, I can’t … My legs.”
Understanding, he picked her up, and instead of taking her to the bed, he made her legs hook around his hips. This raised her enough that his mouth caught her breast. His tongue lapped as if she were the tastiest treat and he had craved her for over a decade.
Kimberly clung to his shoulders as his hips rocked against her, rubbing right at her center through her thin pajama pants, driving her to the brink with only friction and the force of his grinding. They rocked together, following the tempo of the other in perfect unison.
The rapid swell of her orgasm stole her voice. “Shane, I’m … I’m … oh, God!”
Before she could even get the word out, her core erupted with blinding heat and electricity, every cell exploding and launching her into the stratosphere. There was no concept of direction nor time. The orgasm dragged on, and Shane didn’t slow until her own body quivered to a stop against him.
His mouth released her and kissed the underside of her jaw. “So sensitive. You must have really needed that.”
Kimberly let her eyes drift shut, speechless but also furious that it ended so quickly. She hoped they could have at least made it to the bed.
“Can you stand?” he asked, hot breath spilling over her neck and chest.
She gave the faintest of nods, despite her own uncertainty. He let her down but didn’t let go. Tingles initially robbed her limbs of strength, but a mischievous idea revived much of her stamina.
Kimberly opened her eyes and with just a few nudges, managed to spin them around so Shane was the one against the wall and she stood unsteadily before him, a dreamy and wicked smile playing on her lips. “It’s my turn to repay the favor. Don’t move.”
Shane smiled and he waited for whatever she had in mind, his arms obediently motionless at his sides.
Fighting her own nerves, she looked down at his mature, chiseled body, every inch wanting her just as much as she wanted him. She could see the bulge in his jeans where he had rubbed against her, no doubt quenching some of his own pleasure.
Her fingertips traced the ridges of hard muscle from his collarbone to his navel, memorizing the path. A low, pleased growl rumbled in the back of his throat at her gentle and seductive touch.
When she came to the edge of his jeans, she frowned at him. “I always wondered what you wore under your pants.”
Shane smirked. “You wanna find out?”
Kimberly leaned in and blindly worked at his button and fly, then risked a touch. “Briefs. Classic.”
With purposeful ease, she slid his jeans and underwear down just enough to give her access to that place she had been terrified of as a teenager.
Their health teacher made them watch plenty of old educational films about safe sex and the dangers of teenage pregnancy.
It was enough to scare her into turning Shane down one night when they made out in his room while his dad was away on pack business.
Now, she wanted him in that way so badly she ached for it in every cell of her body.
She found him, hard and long and silky, and she gasped at the thrill of finally knowing what he felt like after all this time.
He tensed and sucked in a breath when she wrapped her hand around the length of his cock.
They never broke eye contact, and she reveled in the sight of the wolfish gold inking against his blue irises.
As her hand glided up and down with slow, rhythmic, deliberate passes, her thumb grazing the broad, damp tip, Shane’s head tilted back. Both he and his wolf emitted a sound of feral approval. Kimberly watched the way his jaw tightened and relaxed in time with her movements.
“Kim.” He breathed her name like a prayer, and her body answered with heat and wetness.
She couldn’t have imagined she’d be ready for another round. This time, she promised herself, it’d last.
When she was sure he would lose control, Kimberly lowered herself to her knees in front of him. Together, they worked to completely free him of his pants and underwear, leaving him gloriously naked.
As he had done before, she let herself ogle the raw sight of him.
“Like what you see?” he asked.
Kimberly looked up at him from behind her lashes. “Looks tasty.”
She ran her hands down the curve of his powerful hips and thighs, loving the way he gasped and shuddered at her touch. She relished the taste of him, licking with the same careful, methodical slowness as her hands had used.
His ragged breaths told her that this was just what he liked. When she took him into her mouth, his hands found her shoulders and held on as if she were the only thing keeping him on this planet.
As she drew him in and out between her lips, one of his hands caressed up her neck and settled against her head, a gentle plea to stay where she was. She groaned at the feel of his fingertips raking her scalp, and he moaned at the vibration of her voice, amplifying his bliss.
“Kim, I can’t hold it. Can I … please?”
With one last pull, Kimberly released him and rose to her feet, letting her body drag sensuously against his along the way. “Since you asked so nicely.”
They shared a short but intimate kiss before Shane acted.
In one powerful, swift move, he caught her up and whisked her to the bed. She bounced with the force of her landing on the mattress, but his mouth stifled the tiny laugh.
The heaviness of him pressing her into the duvet was oddly comforting. Even just a week ago, she might have slipped into a full-blown panic attack. But now, there was nothing but delight as she lost herself in Shane’s caresses.
He sat back on his heels and hooked his fingers on the elastic waistband of her pajama pants and underwear.
He did it in such a gradual way that she wanted to scream.
When her legs were finally free, both of them lay bare before the other, something crackled between them.
It spread and filled the room, completely intoxicating and making her dizzy.
Shane crawled his way back up her body, between her legs, and she squirmed with impatience.
If she were human, they would have discussed contraceptives before this moment.
As a shifter, there was a finite window of opportunity throughout the year when she was fertile enough to conceive, not unlike a real wolf.
The rest of the time, when she wasn’t in heat, no condom was needed.
Chemical birth control of any kind was useless because of her metabolism.
They were free to feel one another without fear, without hesitation, unbridled passion demolishing all reason.
“I want to taste every inch of you,” Shane growled against the hollow of her throat.