Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
SHANE
Ican’t stop touching this woman.
I can’t stop kissing her.
I can’t stop staring.
Completely naked, except for that dainty gold necklace, she pulls herself backwards from the foot of the bed up to lay her head on the pillows, my hands around her ankles as I climb onto the bed with her.
Moving in sync with each other, like we’re doing some choreographed dirty dancing routine, she locks eyes with me the entire time.
She slowly lowers herself to the mattress, to the pillows.
Her long, silky dark hair splays out around her against the white sheets, framing her beautiful face and body, and for once in my life, I am speechless. I can only touch and kiss and stare.
I stroke up from her ankles to her knees, pushing them apart, kneeling between them.
She watches me intently, shifting around a bit, clawing at the covers.
She’s a little tense and restless from anticipation.
I am too. Every part of me is straining to collide with every part of her, and I must be insane if I’m ordering her to remove her amazing mouth from my aching cock, but time is not on our side this afternoon, and I intend to spend as much of it plunging the depths of Willa’s sweet, hot pussy as possible.
Her gorgeous breasts and perky nipples are beckoning to me, though.
I’m not going to ignore them. I’m going to make sure they know exactly how much I like them.
I’m going to massage them while my tongue circles and flicks and glides.
I’m going to take in as much of this one into my mouth as I can.
I’m going to suck until she cries out, and I’m going to nip at her flesh to make her gasp.
She’s writhing around and dragging her fingernails across my upper back.
and fuck that feels good. She’s whimpering and mumbling something I don’t understand.
Something about my heart line and pheromones and an allergy.
She’s shaking her head and repeating my name over and over in a deep, husky voice that I don’t recognize as hers, but I like it just the same.
I take one last lick, hike myself up, hover over her, staring down at this pretty, flushed face that I can’t get enough of.
She can barely keep her blurry eyes open.
I have never been this hard, but I’m completely torn between the need for release and the desire to make this last before real life comes banging down the door.
I lower myself to kiss that mouth, that swollen, moist, deep-pink mouth.
“It’s been longer than a minute,” she mutters between licking and biting my lower lip. “Get on your back. Now.”
In the second that it takes me to lower my head and laugh, she manages to flip me onto my back.
I would complain, but she’s straddling me, and this view is better than any of the other views from my house.
She’s positioning her dripping wet pussy over my rigid cock, and I’m mesmerized.
She presses into my chest with one hand for support, clutches the base of my dick with the other.
I hold on to her hips. We’re both holding our breaths. She’s lowering herself so slowly.
Jesus, this is sweet fucking agony, and I’m feeling it all over.
She’s quivering, and I’m clenching everything, trying to hold still.
When the tip of my cock gets a quick kiss of that wet heat, I know it’s all over for me.
I’m a goner.
This is it.
Nothing will ever feel better than this.
Her exhale and my groan echo, chasing each other around the ceiling and she’s consuming me with this soul-melting tease as she sinks down, down, down until we’ve merged.
I’ve filled her up, and she’s arching her back and tightening around me.
“Oh, baby.” I’m in deep, and she’s completely still for an eternity while she gets over the shock of accommodating me.
When she does, she flips her head, tossing her hair to one side, and her hips start to roll.
She takes her time, smirking at me, killing me and giving me life with each swaying movement. Taking it sexy and slow.
Fuck this shit.
I give her ass a smack. The resulting shudder through her body is more satisfying than I’d imagined, so I do it again.
She responds by picking up the pace, rocking back and forth and bearing down on me.
It takes an incredible amount of effort to keep my eyes open, but watching Willa sway around and lean into the ebb and flow of this orgasm is breathtaking.
Literally. I can’t look away. She’s drowning in it, and I squeeze her thighs to remind her that I’m here.
I’m working hard to keep my climax at bay, but this is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I want to wait for this tidal wave to crash, but I might have to wait forever. And I can’t.
One swift move and I’m on top of her, thrusting like a champion right out of the gate.
“Oh, yes, Shane. Yes!”
She grabs on to my shoulders and wraps her legs around me so tight.
“Willa, Willa, Willa.”
“Fuck me harder. You don’t have to be Mr. Nice Guy.”
Well, fuck me.
“Like this?” I slam into her, nailing her to the mattress. The delirious pleasure is almost unbearable. “You want that?”
“Oh God, yes!”
I grab on to the headboard for leverage and go harder, faster, deeper. Some crazy growl emerges from deep inside me. I’ve been on the edge of everything for so long, hanging on by my fingernails, and she’s giving me permission to let go.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
The wall is shaking from the pounding of the headboard, her tits are bouncing magnificently beneath me, and I cry out, some unintelligible curse or prayer, because this is raw fucking heaven and hell and I feel so alive I might die.
I disappear into the staccato rhythm of fucking Willa and I find myself again.
The white-hot orgasm shreds me to pieces. I am somehow aware of her saying my name and holding on to me while I explode inside her. Blindly emptying into her, frozen in time.
I collapse onto her.
We cling to each other.
Both of us slick with sweat, fighting to catch our breath, exhausted and energized.
My hand finds hers, interlacing our fingers, slowly returning to the world and each other.
Finally, she reaches for the bottle of water on her bedside table, takes a sip, and then hands it to me.
I sit up to drink. For the first time ever, I’m realizing I don’t just have a woman in bed with me.
I have a partner. It’s a lot to take in—way too much to think about after ejaculating.
But this lazy thought is hovering over me like a fragrant, post-coital cloud of smoke.
This is what I want. Pancakes and trampoline parties and a woman who can make my kids laugh and do sensational things to my cock.
This woman.
The room is filled with the delicately overwhelming scent of her.
“I want to lie here with you like this for ten minutes, and then I want to do all of that again.”
“All of it?”
“Plus a few other things, in a few other places.” I take one last sip of water.
“You’ll have to buy me dinner first before doing certain things to one of my places.”
I’ve done about twenty perfect spit-takes in my career, on-camera and off, but water spews everywhere and I nearly choke to death.
When I finally regain my composure, I say, “I meant other places in this house, not on you. But I can order dinner to be delivered in twenty minutes! Where’s my phone?”
She laughs. “I mean, you could just make me a sandwich.”
“Please, I am a gentleman. I’ll make you two sandwiches.
But really, where’s my phone?” My dad brain is regaining consciousness.
I crawl to the foot of the bed to pick up my pants, finding my phone on the floor.
“Shit.” There’s a voice mail, a missed call, and two text messages from Riley’s mom.
Two texts from Margo. All in the last forty minutes.
My phone’s set to vibrate, but I didn’t hear a thing.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know yet.” I listen to the voice mail, trying to concentrate on what Riley’s mom is saying instead of watching Willa glide out of the room, naked.
“Fuck.” The twins are sick. They both barfed.
Simultaneously. They twarfed. On the trampoline.
They’re resting in a back room at the gym.
They want to come home. God, the poor things.
This is my fault. What kind of an idiot fills his kids up with ten different kinds of food right before a trampoline party? The horny kind.
Willa walks back in, listening to a message on her phone too. “Ohhh, poor things. She called me too.”
I hold my hand up to silence her while I call Riley’s mom back. It goes to voice mail, but I tell her I’m on my way to pick the kids up in Woodland Hills. I grab my underwear, look around for my shirt. I can’t go like this. It’s gotta be so obvious I’ve been having a fuckfest.
“Should I come with you?” Willa asks as she covers herself with her dress.
“No.” If we show up together, everyone will know that my nanny and I have been fucking. “I’ll go. This is my fault.” I rake my fingers through my hair. So much for heaven.
“They’ll be fine, Shane. They just need to rest. It’s not like you gave them food poisoning.”
“Thanks,” I say, brushing past her, out of the room. “I’ll be sure to remind people of that when I’m accepting my Father of the Year award.”
I check my text messages while I head to the bathroom to clean myself up.
MARGO: Why am I getting texts from Riley’s mom about the twins being sick and needing to be picked up in Woodland Hills? What is going on?
MARGO: Shane. They’re calling me to set. Willa won’t answer me either. What is going on???
I text Margo to tell her the twins were just sick from jumping after eating too much. And that I was stuck in traffic running errands but I’m on my way to pick up the twins. It’s the first time I’ve ever lied to her like that. I’m a shit.
“I’ll have peppermint tea waiting for them when you get home. Do you have any?”
“I have no idea,” I say, looking for my wallet and keys. “See you in a bit.”
I’m already backing out of the garage by the time it occurs to me that I should have kissed Willa good-bye.
Something. So she knows I’m not mad at her for anything.
That what just happened between us meant everything to me.
But I already feel bad for making the kids wait so long to be picked up.
And deep down I feel guilty that what happened between me and Willa meant everything.
Because she isn’t everything to me. She can’t be.
I lost my head.
I may already be losing my heart to her, but I can’t afford to lose my head.