17. Shane #2
I move my lips to her neck, and her head falls back. It’s unreal how fucking hot this girl is, and I can’t keep my hands off of her. I’ve slept around, like a lot, but nothing has ever compared to whatever this is with her. It’s so much more.
More need. More desperation. More everything.
She grinds her hips into me, still holding onto my belt loops.
I nip at her neck, hard enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough to break skin, and she moans into my ear, grabbing a fist full of my hair and tearing my head back.
A throaty laugh escapes me. “You’re asking for it tonight.”
Reaching between us, I unbutton her shorts and shove my hand down the front of her panties. Whatever smart-ass comment she was about to make dies in her throat as her mouth pops open, and she sucks in a breath, moaning again and arching into me as I slip my fingers into her wet pussy.
“Fuck, keep doing that,” she says, breathless.
“That?” I ask, crooking my fingers again.
She exhales deeply, nodding furiously, her perfect full tits brushing against me with every inhale.
I lean in and press my lips to hers, running my free hand up her back and into her hair and gripping at the root.
I pull her back and say, “Look at me.”
She whimpers, her back bowed as her eyes pop open. That desperation on her face is enough to bring any man to his knees.
God, when I die, I hope that face is the last thing I see.
“Turn around and lean over the sink.”
She nods as I free my hand from her shorts and hops down. When she turns around, I slide them down her legs, kissing her neck. She leans forward, resting her elbows on the vanity and watching from the mirror as I undo my pants.
I grab her hip and run a hand up her spine, pushing her feet apart and running the tip of my cock over her wet cunt. She hums as I slide across her clit just before sinking into her with a groan.
Melting under my touch, she whispers, “Shane.”
And I’ve never heard a prettier sound than my name on her lips.
“What do you want?”
“More,” she demands.
I press into her harder, shoving her hips into the counter so hard I’m sure she’ll have bruises tomorrow.
Wrapping her hair around my fist, I yank her head back so I can watch every expression that ghosts across her face.
Sliding my other hand from her hip to her thigh, I lift it to rest on the edge of the vanity and reach around, running the pad of my fingers over her clit. Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth and she makes the most intoxicating sound of approval.
My eyes never leave the mirror. Her brows are pinched, and her perfect pink lips are slightly parted as her chest heaves.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Her lids grow heavy, and her voice is barely more than a whisper when she pleads, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, keep going.”
My fingers freeze, and I give her hair a little tug. “Open your eyes, Nikki, or this stops right here.”
She whimpers but meets my stare in the mirror. I lean over her, bringing my lips to her ear. “I want this pretty face looking right at me when you come.”
“Fuck. You,” she breaths out, but her eyes stay on me.
Her legs begin to shake before I’ve straightened and replaced my fingers on her clit.
It only takes about thirty seconds for her to break apart, shaking and moaning as I slam into her.
Loudly, I might add.
There’s a pretty good chance anyone standing near the bathroom is getting a real good listen to what’s going on in here, but I couldn’t give a shit less. My girl doesn’t do anything quietly, so why should this be any different.
The crease between her brows softens as she relaxes a little with the final waves of her release.
I pick up my pace and finish right behind her, letting go of her hair. She drops her head, letting it rest on her fists as she rocks against me, and stars explode in my vision.
I’m still panting as I pull out of her and tuck myself back in my pants.
I bend to pull her shorts back up her legs. She stands, staring at me in the mirror a little dazed and biting her bottom lip. I wrap my arms around her, buttoning them while kissing her neck, my eyes never leaving her reflection.
I groan and inhale her. “Fuck, I love you.”
The words slip from my mouth before I’ve really had a chance to think about it.
I freeze, watching for any sign that I’ve totally fucked this up.
She stays silent, not giving anything away as she just stares right back at me.
Shit. I shouldn’t have said it. It’s too soon.
I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.
Well, actually, I know exactly what I was thinking. I was thinking, this woman is my favorite person on the planet, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.
But I didn’t mean to just blurt it out like that.
It’s not a lie, though. I do love her.
I’m not sure if I’m imagining it because it’s so faint, but I think her lips turn up just a little, and my heart lodges itself in my throat as she turns around to face me and snakes her arms around my neck.
“I love you, too.”
Neither of us say anything else for a long moment while we hold each other, the room silent except for the sounds of our ragged breathing.
When she finally releases me after a soft kiss, a faint smile is fully in place as she turns and leaves the room.
At the end of the night, we head up to my place, and I can’t help but feel like one lucky bastard with her in my shirt. In my bed. In my arms. I don’t fucking deserve her, but fuck am I glad she’s here.
It’s not until the next morning that I realize just how stressed Nik actually is about my sister coming home when she asks, “How am I going to tell her? Do you think she’ll be pissed?”
“Ash?”
“Yeah.”
“No, it takes a lot to piss her off. If anything, she might be pissed at me, but not you,” I reassure, wrapping an arm around her, not quite ready to get out of bed yet.
“I hope you’re right. She’s my only friend.”
“Not true. I’m your friend. Some might even argue that I’m your best friend,” I joke.
I don’t think she takes it as a joke, though, because her smile falls just a little. We made up, but I think she’s still worried one day I’ll decide to pull the just friends stunt again. I don’t know how to convince her I won’t.
She tucks those insecurities away and giggles. “Nope, I wouldn’t be friends with the likes of you.”
“Whatever. You’re so full of shit.” I climb out of bed and throw the blanket over her head. “But I have news for you, if you think you’re gonna just ditch me for my sister, I’ll break into your house and drag you back here kicking and screaming.”
“You’re a psycho. You know that?”
“Are you just now figuring that out?”
After slipping into a pair of pants, I climb on top of her and kiss her forehead.
“Get the fuck off me, crazy!” she screams.
“Take it back!”
“Take what back? That you’re a psycho?”
“No! I don’t give a shit about that. Say we’re friends.”
“Ew, no. Never!” She laughs, trying to push me off her.
“Take it back!” I shout, but I can’t stop myself from laughing too.
“I don’t want to be your friend,” she says, her smile falling.
I wink and climb off her. “That’s good because you’re not.” After pulling a shirt on, I glare at her over my shoulder. “Your loss, though, cause I’m fucking awesome.”