Chain of Title

by Robyn Roze

  Sean broke away from their kiss, breathing heavily, and rested his forehead against Shayna’s. With stuttered breaths, he choked out, “Jesus, Shay. We have to leave. Right now.”

  Without warning, she released both of her grips and playfully pushed him back as she began backing away toward her car, leaving him to stumble back a few steps.

  “We could’ve already been on our way. I’m following you, Sean.” She laughed softly, continuing her backward retreat.

  He stood with one hand braced against the Audi’s roof, breathing heavily, his pants oh-so-magnificently tented. He watched her warily, then wagged his finger at her.

  “You did that on purpose,” he said roughly, with a chastising grin and narrowed eyes.

  Shayna’s skin felt like flames were licking it, as if she might combust. She clutched at her belly while her other hand threaded through her hair, kneading the back of her head, then skimmed down to clench tightly at the nape of her neck, before gliding down and around to cut between her aching breasts. Oh, God, she needed his hands on her. She released a labored exhale.

  “Oops. My bad,” she gestured with her hands and shrugged.

  He couldn’t get far in his present condition; that gave her time to get to her Jaguar. He dragged his hand over his face bringing it to rest on his lean hip, watching as she unlocked, blew him a kiss, then slipped down into her luxury ride.

  CHAPTER 4

  The elevator ride to his waterfront loft had been steamy. Her hands tunneled through his thick hair and pulled him down for a deep sultry kiss. While his hands gripped her curvaceous backside, forcefully pulling up and pressing her against all that made him a man. Oh, how she loved being a woman.

  The soft chime and gentle slide of the brushed nickel door signaling their exit did nothing to break the spell. Hands and mouths still on one another, they circled and swayed out of the elevator and directly into his loft. He turned her, pressing her back firmly against his front, one arm wrapped tightly around her waist as his hand snaked up from her belly, gliding between her breasts, curving smoothly up and around her neck and coming to rest at the side of her face with his thumb trailing over her lips.

  He angled her chin up and back then dropped down for a passionate kiss, leaving her feeling drunk and weighed down with heavy heat. Her arms stretched up, curling and locking behind his neck, as his hand at her waist drifted down provocatively over the juncture between her thighs before slipping further, to linger at her hemline. Then his fingers skimmed underneath and his broad hand gripped her thigh firmly, claiming it, before climbing upward.

  When he reached the banding of her thigh-high stocking, she felt the curve of his smile against her lips. Then he teased her by tucking a finger under the sheer material, leisurely tracing all the way around and back before trailing his finger up along the curvature of her inner thigh. Parting her long legs with a slice of his hand, he rocked her balmy heat in his palm, stroking her tauntingly over her black lacy panties.

  Thank the stars she hadn’t stopped getting bikini waxes and doing her kegels! Shayna knew she was going to need all of her fire power tonight.

  A needy whimper burst forth when Sean’s fingers slipped under the thin fabric and over her closely cropped curls. Her thighs squeezed around his hand and he kissed her deeper, holding her tighter. As two fingers pushed into her slick center, she gasped unexpectedly. Oh, God, it had been far too long since a man had touched her. Three years of DIY didn’t even come close to this—and this was only the beginning.

  She could feel the deep rise and fall of Sean’s chest, and his heartbeat pounding against her back, mirroring their more fevered kissing and his fingers circling inside her, driving her, his thumb ever so lightly tormenting her throbbing clit. She groaned in protest when he removed his skilled fingers to skim and map her other, yet unclaimed, leg.

  His lips twisted in a smile against hers as his hand slid once again under her dress to reposition beneath her lacy panties, commandingly cupping and squeezing her bare bottom. She broke from their kiss, releasing a deep exhale, while Sean removed his hand to snake them both up along Shayna’s arms, interlacing their hands and bringing them back down around her waist. Tucking her tightly against him, he grazed his stubble softly along her neck, then nuzzled her ear. He breathed hotly, his words thick with desire.

  “Oh, Shayna Montgomery, we’re going to do it all.”

  Her skin tingled and popped from the electrical charge surging through her. She felt as if it had fused with the power emanating from him. She didn’t know what else to say other than a pleading whisper.

  “I want your best.”

  It sounded like something she would say to her butcher. But, she felt as if she had ordered Sean Parker. The flirting, bantering, and teasing over the past eighteen months had cultivated and heightened everything between them, leading to this moment—a moment to savor and relish the rewards of their unrelenting patience.

  He let out a soft, throaty growl. “For you, Shay, nothing but.”

  Sean’s hands circled around to her lower back, resting at her zipper, which he pulled down achingly slowly. She felt dizzy from the heat and hormones swirling and colliding around her. Then his hands brushed over her lower back, scorching her as he reverently smoothed them up, slipping his fingers under the fabric at her shoulders, and lazily lifting the black shift up and over, skimming his hands and her dress down the length of her arms until it fell ceremoniously around her heeled feet.

  Shayna stepped seductively out of the rumpled heap of cloth pooled at her feet and languidly sashayed farther into Sean’s loft. She could feel his hard stare burning her skin as she let him drink in her rear view. High heels. Sheer black thigh-highs. Black lace cheekini panties. No bra. Whenever possible, she had her dresses custom made with built-in support. He probably wasn’t expecting that. A seductive grin tugged at one corner of her lips, as she took her time turning around, congratulating herself that she hadn’t given up her penchant for provocative lingerie. She liked feeling sexy. The last three years hadn’t changed that.

  The city lights fluttering against the sheer drapes, diffused with the warm, low-lit interior, painted Sean’s loft with the expert strokes of an intimate, sensuous atmosphere. The space was large, modern, and elegant with classic columns throughout helping to define the expanse. Neutral tones of brown, black, beige and cream flowed seamlessly across the furnishings, over the floor and along the walls, with splashes of red expressed in the artwork.

  “Nice bachelor pad,” Shayna quipped, slowly pivoting to face Sean.

  Her breath caught upon seeing him methodically unbuttoning his dark blue dress shirt with a predatory, covetous stare aimed squarely at her. He zeroed in on her full breasts and wetted his lips as they curved into a hungry grin. Longing to see him stripped bare, she resisted the urge to help him disrobe faster. They had been patient this long, no need to rush it now. This was the best part. This was their reward. He seemed to know that, too. They both understood that this would be the only first time they would have, and they each wanted it to be memorable.

  Sean freed himself of the shirt, tossing it onto the back of a nearby sofa. He sauntered a bit closer to Shayna. Oh, yeah, he wasn’t exaggerating when he said he hit the gym as often as she did. Shayna struggled to regulate the hot breath passing between her barely parted lips. Very nice, Sean Parker. Very, very nice. She tossed her head a little, inhaling deeply. His build was powerful, shoulders broad, sexy sprinkling of dark hair across his strong chest, angling down and pointing below to his narrow waist and now low-hanging, partially undone trousers. It was all packaged so well, so tightly, etched and defined.

  She felt a shiver race up her spine. He must have noticed her reaction, because she caught the gratified expression on his handsome face. He had made her feel the same way with his obvious approval earlier, now even more pronounced and clearly peeking out of the top of his sexy black underwear. She swallowed, then locked onto his determined eyes.

  He to
ed off his Ferragamo’s, pulled off his socks, and moved even closer to her. Holy hell, he even had sexy feet. Who has sexy feet? Sean Parker, that’s who. Was there anything unattractive about this man? He stopped, unzipped his pants the rest of the way, letting them slide down his long, muscular legs, pooling on the floor around his feet. Then he stepped out of the discarded trousers, pushing the pile aside with his foot.

  Taking a deep cleansing breath, Shayna savored the view. They both worked hard, that was evident. It’s easy to look good naked when you’re young, not so much as you get older. It takes a lot more effort, discipline—something they both appeared to have in spades.

  Sean stood just inches from Shayna. He grasped her face in his warm hands and tilted her head back, exposing her throat to a searing kiss. One hand glided down her neck, trailing to her breast and greedily claimed the tender flesh. Shayna’s eyes closed, as she sighed in a blessed mixture of relief and anticipation. His thumb swept against her temple and he rubbed his nose to hers, coaxing her gray eyes open.

  “Three years. Three. Long. Years,” he rasped teasingly as his fingers taunted and tugged at her nipples. He smiled indulgently. “I think that means you’re at my mercy, Shay.”

  Yes, I am. “No. You’re at mine,” she replied breathily and unconvincingly.

  “Oh, I already have been, for the last year and a half,” he replied huskily, before kissing her hard.

  His hand dropped from her breast and slid down to squeeze her round bottom, fervently pressing their nearly naked bodies together. She rubbed her hand from his broad shoulder down his arm, surveying the flexing strength and corded muscles while her other hand threaded through the hair at the back of his neck. She heard soft moans. Hers? His? Both? God, her head was spinning from the thrill of their skin-to-skin contact; her heart pumped furiously.

  Sean broke their connection with ragged breaths, looked wantonly into Shayna’s eyes, and rumbled, “It’s time for your tour, Shay—starting with my bedroom.”

  CHAPTER 5

  Shayna stood at the foot of Sean’s bed with her back to him, as he sat palming her now bare bottom, kneading the firm flesh and skimming his shadowed face across her lower back. He then slipped his strong hand between her thighs to caress and tease her sensitive folds with his expert fingers, all the while nipping, licking, and sucking at her skin. His commanding touch thrilled her, the perfect blend of domination and veneration, causing her flesh to quiver and fill with goose bumps from the improbable fusion.

  His home, his bedroom, was exactly like him: elegantly understated. No hype. Nothing that warned of a man trying to overcompensate for anything. She knew, now, that was because this man knew exactly who he was and what he could do.

  Her own hands surged up from her belly to cup and squeeze her heavy, tender breasts, tweaking her nipples for relief as Sean took delight in tormenting her below. Her eyes rolled and her head tossed from the mounting arousal. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this acutely turned on.

  Then Sean shifted up, taking his time and sliding every square inch of his heated, hard body along Shayna’s creamy, smooth curves as he stood to tower behind her. She felt like a live wire sparking and twitching on the ground. Reaching behind, she skimmed her hands under Sean’s black trunks and pressed him firmly to her. Oh, God, he had a nice firm ass. She had to get him naked. His fiery lips at her throat, his hands flexing and handling her breasts with authority, made that difficult, but she managed to turn, hook her thumbs at the sides of his trunks, and glide them, and herself, all the way down.

  Now viewing him standing before her in all of his masculine glory, Shayna said a little prayer of thanks to the stars. Life just didn’t get better than this. Gripping his backside, she tugged him closer, lazily tipped her tongue along his hot shaft, and then circled decadently around his glorious crown. Oh, yeah, he was the king, all right. She heard him exhale slowly, then felt his hands thread through her hair, gripping her and pulling her off and up, to face him.

  He must’ve read her confusion; he answered, hoarsely, “Not yet. Later. I need to deal with you first.” He stroked the side of her face. “I have a lot to get out of my system, Shay.” He grinned lustfully.

  She thrust her chin in a challenge; a playful grin stretched her lips. “You’ll never get a woman like me out of your system, Sean Parker, not completely.”

  His expression turned serious as he stared hard into her eyes. “I already know that. Now I need to make sure you can’t get me out of yours.”

  The heavy heat of desire gripped around Shayna even more tightly, forcing a soft breath from her lips. She felt her knees weaken and her belly flutter.

  He dropped down, kissing her hard, turning her and guiding her to sit and then lie back on the bed. He trailed his hands possessively from her throat, over and around her breasts, and trim waistline. He squeezed her upper thighs hard, delicately tormenting her throbbing lips with his thumbs. He followed the line of her legs to where her feet rested on the floor, still covered in her black suede high-heels.

  After removing her pumps, he took a silk-covered foot in each hand, stood to his full height, and placed her feet high against his chest. He smoothed his hands up and down her sheer black stockings, then rubbed his thumb hard along her instep before leaning in and biting it. She inhaled sharply from the unexpected act and sensation. Nobody had ever done that before, and she hadn’t anticipated the jolt that it punched in her core. She could see his knowing grin in the milky moonlight, supremely pleased with himself. She watched him carefully as he turned to play fair with her other sleek foot. This time she was prepared, but still couldn’t completely deflect it. Why was she even trying? She liked it—a lot.

  Sean smoothed his hands along and down the outside of her legs and tucked his fingers under the elastic bands of her thigh-highs. She thought he was going to remove them, but instead he pulled the sheer fabric away from her hypersensitive skin, letting it snap back into place against her soft flesh.

  “I’m going to leave these on—for now,” he remarked roughly, before kneeling, grasping her thighs and pulling her center closer to him.

  She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, feeling her heart begin to race faster. She felt his lips and teeth tease her until he was positioned exactly where she desperately needed him to be. He lingered just above her needy juncture without touching her, but she could feel his hot breath on her moist flesh. Bringing his large hands in to grasp her inner thighs, he spread her slowly, widely, breathed in deeply and then growled throatily.

  “Oh, yeah,” he murmured dreamily, as he delicately outlined her lips with his fingertip.

  “This is exactly what I want, what I’ve been waiting for.”

  Using his thumbs to separate and expose her further, he dipped down and expertly curled his tongue around her clit and began sucking, gently at first and then hungrily. Shayna’s hands covered her eyes; her head tossed fervently in sweet torment, as moans and fierce gusts of air ripped out of her. She reached the peak and dropped fast, but then reversed back up, back down—it just wouldn’t end. Her orgasm continued to wash over her in hard waves as Sean drank her juices as if it were rare, sweet nectar.

  Then his tongue probed her core and she began to squirm even more, knowing now that he had been so right. She was completely at his mercy; felt like a rag doll. It had just been too damn long: no resistance—no immunity. He could do whatever he wanted, as long as he wanted. She couldn’t stop him, wouldn’t want to.

  She felt his fingers push into her, searching her, working her. He found her sweet spot and began mastering it, methodically. Gripping her hip hard, he held her in place, and she lost herself yet again as he stroked and hammered, harder and harder, in and out of her, all the while thrumming her clit with his thumb. Her back arched and her arms stretched above her head to brace against the leather-wrapped headboard. She began panting harder, then released a groan that ended in a babble of alien words and sounds. Her body dropped back onto the bed and s
he whimpered in surrender, complete submission.

  The last year and a half of flirtation, this night—this man—all of the verbal and physical foreplay leading up to it, had been her undoing. It was sensory overload. Now she felt as if she had crash-landed. Sean had knocked the wind out of her tonight, starting at his restaurant, and had never let up. She exhaled in delicious defeat and felt him kiss and nip his way up her spent body. He nestled between her legs, and she felt his heavy heat drop down onto her. Languidly, she twined her legs around his hips. He cupped her face and stroked her temple as he left a scorching trail of kisses along her neck. When she opened her eyes, Sean was staring down at her in the silvery moonlight with a triumphant expression.

  Shaking her head softly, she said, “You’re not playing fair, and I think you know that.” He brushed away some damp tendrils from her cheek.

  Looking covetously at her, he rumbled, “This is exactly how I wanted you—at my mercy—completely.” He cupped, squeezed, and handled her breast skillfully. He sucked hard on the underside of it, then moved the assault to her nipple, causing Shayna to rake her hands through his thick hair and reflexively pull at it. The pain only seemed to make him suck harder. He twisted, tugged, and teased her other nipple with his free hand. Shayna tried to free herself from his clutches, but it did no good. She was pinned beneath him. She clawed at his shoulder and yanked the back of his hair harder, eliciting a low, throaty growl from Sean and ever more ardent attention to her breasts. It felt like her nipples were on fire, and she heard herself begging him to stop, but he didn’t, and she didn’t really want him to.

  Wait. No. She felt her climb begin. She’d never had an orgasm this way. She had heard about it, but never experienced it. As she gave in to his skillful execution, her spasms began, and her eyes rolled back as her body repeatedly tensed and released, bursting in ripples of ecstasy.