Her breath caught as he cupped her breast, filling his palm with the generous globe.
He kissed her temple softly. Flexed his fingers around the tender globe. Was rewarded by the push of her breast into his hand as she gave him unspoken permission to continue.
Tension eased from him at the invitation to be replaced with a different kind of tension.
Sexual tension.
Her lips brushed his ear, a soft whisper of silk against his skin as she nuzzled beneath his ear sending spiralling sensation through him in a dizzying hot twang along his nerves, settling deep inside him in a delicious slow buzz of simmering desire.
His fingers found the buttons on her cotton blouse to flick them open, starting at the top and working downwards until the shirt gaped. The skin of her waist against his fingertips was so deliciously warm, beckoning him to explore further.
His hand now on her waist against all that silky skin.
“Shane…” she whispered.
“Shhh, baby.” Tipping his head forward to rest his forehead against hers, he looked down at the feast peeking out at him.
Two beautiful globes, soft and white, encased in a lacy white bra, the cleavage begging him to explore further.
Instead of delving into the beckoning dip between her breasts, he slid his palm down over the gentle curve of her belly, played with the waistband of her skirt, dipped beneath.
Her fingers tightened in his shirt but she didn’t pull away.
The ache in his loins intensified, becoming more urgent.
A dog barked from the street beyond, the reflection from the sun off a passing car flickering over the wall.
Shane lifted his head.
Emma followed, her head tipping back to show the soft flush in her cheeks, the answering flicker of passion in her eyes fanning his desire hotter.
Reaching out to the side, he caught the edge of the wooden door and closed it. Without releasing her, he leaned to the side to snick the lock in place.
She watched him, those luscious breasts rising and falling with every breath she took.
Shane cupped her cheeks, angled her head back further, lowered his mouth to take those lush lips captive. Deepened the kiss almost immediately, groaning low as her sweet taste spilled into him.
God, he felt like he couldn’t get enough of her. Wanted her so much. Desired her. Wanted more than just a kiss.
Wanted so much more.
Another kiss, another, drowning in her taste and scent, the sensation of her pressing against him, her mouth moulding to his as she kissed him back.
The touch of her palms on his skin beneath his shirt like hot little brands that fired his ardour with an intensity he’d never have believed was possible before this very moment.
Lifting his head, he looked deep into her eyes. “More.” It came out as a growl, low and husky and so full of need.
Without another word she slipped from between him and the wall, her hand catching his as she moved.
He swung on his heel, following, knowing immediately where she was leading him. Instinctively he stepped up beside her before they got to the bedroom, reaching above her head to swing the open door wider, nudging her through with his body, using her hold on his hand to swing her around and yank her up against him while at the same time continuing to crowd her backwards, forcing her to hang onto him for support.
God, he loved that. Loved the feel of her relying on him, holding him.
Loved it even more to see the matching heat in her eyes, the moist plumpness of her lips swollen from his kisses, the flush in her cheeks.
The need for him burning in her eyes.
No sooner had her legs hit the back of the bed than she was reaching for the buttons on his shirt, fingers working nimbly, pausing only long enough to allow him to push her open blouse back over her shoulders to drop unheeded onto the floor.
Shane snagged the wallet from his back pocket, managed to open it as she worked on the shirt buttons, pulled the single condom packet from the pocket and tossed it onto the bedside drawers before throwing his wallet who-knew-where and getting busy toeing off his shoes as she opened his shirt, bent slightly so she could push the material back over his shoulders, catching her to him for another hot kiss, revelling in the warm silk of her skin.
The ardour flickered along his skin, bit deep in his belly as he unhooked her bra and drew the straps down her gently rounded arms, pulling it away to discard carelessly on the edge of the bed.
Heavy breasts spilled free into his hands, nipples pink and begging for his mouth. Catching the generous globes, he flicked his thumbs across the pebbled nipples, felt her shiver, and chuckled huskily right before dropping to his knees before her, catching her waist to jerk her forward.
Emma gasped, caught unawares, her hands automatically dropping to his shoulders for support.
Leisurely his gaze travelled up over her belly, lingering on her breasts now bared for his sight, his mouth watering at just the thought of capturing those pink nipples in his mouth, working them with his tongue, driving her insane with need.
Making sure she felt the same burning need that was now firing so hedonistically low in his belly, heating his loins, roping into his shaft.
“So bloody beautiful.” He cupped the globes, weighed them, leaned forward to blow on first one tight nub, then the other, before scraping his tongue across them. “So bloody tasty.”
Fingers tightening on her hips, he looked up, capturing her gaze as surely as he’d captured her hips, watching the swirl of passion deep in the pure blue of her eyes. Then slowly, oh so achingly slowly, he inched his head forward, watching her eyes darken, her breathing grow ragged as his lips drew nearer to those tempting buds, and then again slowly, teasing her with wicked, shameless satisfaction, he closed his lips over one nipple.
Her breath stopped.
He drew hard, measured, long, felt her shudder, saw her head tip back as he drew on her with such long, long sucks.
Her fingers curled into his shoulders, digging hard, but he didn’t care, not when she pressed closer begging for more.
He was more than happy to give her more.
Switching breasts, drawing hard, sucking deep, merciless, the fire he was fanning filling him as full as it did her, connecting them in prurience.
Up on his knees, worshipping her.
But still needing, wanting, burning for so much more.
Hooking his fingertips into the waistband of her skirt, he caught the elastic of her panties at the same time to draw both garments down, driving her wild with his lustful attentions on her breasts while he was being so decadently tormented with the knowledge that her body was being bared to his touch, his gaze, his enjoyment.
As the clothes dropped to her ankles, he placed his hands at the back of her thighs, running his palms along the rounded limbs while sitting back to enjoy feasting visually on her, only to be halted by her hands tightening resistively on his shoulders.
Focussing on her, the fire of ardour riding him was pushed back at the uncertainty that had replaced the passion on her face.
For several seconds he didn’t know what had happened, but then she bit her lip and glanced away, the colour in her cheeks no longer from desire alone, but from embarrassment.
Because it had never occurred to him, it took several puzzled seconds for the reason to hit him instantly - and hard.
“Em?” he asked in astonishment. “Really?”
“I just…” Her shoulders hunched slightly. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” In one fluid move he pushed upright, taking her shoulders in gentle but firm hands. “Look at me, baby.”
She did, self-consciously. “It’s silly. I know it’s silly. But…”
“Em. My lovely Emma.” He folded her into his arms to draw her against him, relishing her nakedness, all those luxurious curves. “Don’t you know how beautiful you are?”
“I’m not perfect.”
“Not perfect? You’re everything I want. Ever
ything I dream about.”
She sighed into his neck. “You’re sweet.”
“No, you’re sweet. I want to eat you up.” He gave her a little shake. “And I mean that lasciviously.”
Her slight laugh was rueful.
“Emma.” He pushed her back enough to meet her gaze. “Do you seriously think I’m so shallow?”
“Of course not.”
“I look at you and all I see is the woman I desire. She’s funny, sweet, and so cute I want to lick her from head to toe. All over.” He winked. “With chocolate.”
She laughed.
“So you’ve got curves.” He shrugged. “I like curves. But Emma,” he regarded her seriously, “I don’t see you as anything but you. You’re my Em. My CA. You always will be. Looks fade, bodies sag, but humour and souls and everything that makes you you, is always there, and that is what attracts me.”
That rueful smile appeared again. “Sorry.” She took a deep breath.
That movement swelled her breasts against him, making fire pop along his nerves all over again. “Cripes, woman, keep doing that and I’ll embarrass myself.”
Amused, her eyes crinkled at the corners.
“Now listen to me.” Shane cupped her chin. “I don’t want any crap about your weight or your looks. You’re perfect the way you are. Every curve, every line, is Emma Jones. You. Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
“Then trust me to believe what I say.”
She hesitated.
Shane threw up his hands and stepped back.
Alarm flashed across Emma’s face. “Shane, no! Please, don’t be mad! Please, I-”
“Stop.” He held up one hand.
How he managed not to gorge himself on the sight of her he didn’t know, he deserved a medal for resisting. He’d gorge later, for certain, with hands, eyes and tongue, but right now he had a few issues to sort out and his woman to reassure, so he kept his gaze on her face.
“You think I’m perfect?” he demanded.
“Um…well, yeah,” she replied, like he should know it.
“Look at this.” Without further preamble, he undid the button and zipper on his jeans and pushed them down along with his jocks. Kicking them aside, he yanked off his socks and tossed them away, then stood there stark naked.
Okay, he was sporting a pretty impressive stiffy, and yeah, he could puff up with pride at the way her eyes widened when she saw it, but he had to continue pointing some things out to her.
“Look at this body.” He pointed to himself. “I mean look above my groin, Em. Jesus, Em! Eyes up, woman!” He almost laughed.
Obediently, her gaze snapped up to his face.
“I have no eight pack. No six pack.” He prodded his flat abdomen. “Not even a four pack. If you got binoculars you might find a twin pack, but that’d only be on a fantastic day. Still think I’m perfect?”
“I don’t care about six packs or any other kind of pack,” she replied. “Of course I still think your body is perfect.”
“Look at this.” Swinging around on his heel, he pointed to his bum. “See this scar on my arse? It’s all puckered up. Now that’s a nasty-looking scar. Still think my arse is perfect?”
“It’s smaller than mine.”
“Emma!”
“I’ve never been an arse kind of girl.”
He shot her a frown over his shoulder. “Are you saying you don’t like my arse?”
Laughter was starting to dance in her eyes, making them twinkle brightly. “I like your arse just fine.”
“Good. Now see my back? Is it rippling with manly muscles? Are my thighs rock hard?”
“No.” Stepping closer, she looked her fill. “Your thighs have some muscle from push bike riding, but not rippling with muscle.”
“Does it bother you?”
She shook her head.
Turning back to face her, he held up his bent arms. “Sure, I’ve got some muscle. But I’ll never have Mitch’s behemoth muscles. I don’t ripple with muscle. I have no manly tattoos flexing on my not-so-muscly pecs. Do you care about that?”
“Of course not. In fact,” her gaze swept over him before returning to lock with his, and there was no denying the flare of desire deep within the depths, giving them a hot burn, “I find you very…yummy.”
That would have made him laugh if the look in her eyes didn’t make his heart start to pound. Emma looked like she wanted to lick him all over.
Oh boy, he didn’t have to wonder about her attraction to him, it was all over her face and the way she looked at him.
But first… Manfully pulling his shoulders back, he held up a hand when she took another step towards him. “Wait a minute.”
Geez, he needed two medals! Not to mention the fact that she was looking downright hungry. Just about did his head in - both of them. It had his shaft perking up happily.
“Now see,” he said, “everything you told me is exactly how I feel about your body in turn. It’s beautiful, it’s perfect. Might not be perfect in the world’s idea of perfect, but I don’t give a rat’s arse what the world thinks. You’re my woman, my Emma, and I find you incredibly hot and - uumph!” His words were effectively cut off by catching Emma as she threw herself at him.
He caught his balance, but before he could say anything else she caught his face between her palms and ordered hotly, “Kiss me!”
“Gladly-”
“Stop talking!”
Like he had any other choice with her mouth slammed against his and her tongue sweeping through his mouth in a very demanding way.
Hotly, deliciously, decadently hot way.
Throwing any sense of anything to the wind, Shane happily gave in to his baser instincts and went for it.
He kissed, she kissed, he kissed harder, she kissed more demandingly, he gave her everything she asked for and more.
Hell yes, more! And that was Shane’s last thought.
They grappled, hugged, embraced hard, touched and felt as he pushed her backwards. They stumbled on the carpet, toppled over to hit the mattress, bounced several times as Emma gasped out a laugh and Shane a swear word. He rolled them over, over again so he had her on her back on the bed, and then kissed her again.
Their movements were hurried, hot, almost desperate as they moved to the fire burning so ferociously inside them now.
Fire that burned through Shane’s veins, searing through his shaft making it swell in hot anticipation. Emma’s curves were a siren’s call to him, her taste pure ambrosia like hot honey, the ardour darkening her eyes driving the carnal passion deep inside him to the surface in a wild fire of erotic need.
He ached for her, burned for her, wanted to devour her in the basest of ways and worship her in the purest.
He poured everything he felt, ached for, desired, into his actions, his kisses, his touches.
Her thighs parted and he rolled into the soft embrace, the dew of her desire damp and welcoming as he reached between them to find the sheltering lips of her labia. His finger slid between the sensitive flesh, found the hidden treasure, thumbed it to an aching little peak before entering her body to feel her depth, the shivering walls of her silken cavern.
Played with her as he played with her mouth, hot kisses, teasing thrusts of his tongue, hot licks along her bottom lip as he felt her below, teased her, stroked her walls.
Her hand locked around his nape, held him still as she kissed him back hotly.
His hips jolted when her free hand curled around his shaft to squeeze erotically. Not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to let him feel her palm as she drew her hand up his thick, hard manhood, her thumb flicking over the tip before tapping over the slit.
He jerked, hips slamming down into her, his shaft shoving through her firm grip.
They froze.
For several long seconds they lay like that, looking deep into each others’ eyes, he with his finger inside her, she with his shaft in her hand. Holding each other with more than just their gazes.
> Their panting breaths filled the air, along with something more, something dark yet light, heavy yet weightless. Warm. Right.
Slowly he reached between them, took her hand from his shaft, rewarded by her fingers curling through his. Drawing her hand up, he laid it beside her head on one side. With care, he lovingly slid his finger from her, felt her shiver, saw her eyes darken, but she didn’t move, didn’t look away as he caught her hand and settled it on the other side of her head.
He was surprised he actually had enough sense left to grab the condom on the bedside drawers, rip the packet open and roll it on. But he did it.
Only then did he look down at her again and, still silent, loving her with his eyes, he linked their fingers together, shifted his hips, settled against her.
Emma’s knees bent, her thighs parting further to allow him to simply lower the last few inches.
Still they watched each other with not a word spoken.
His shaft was pressed between them, hard and throbbing.
Shane lifted his hips, shifted back, his shaft trailing along her belly, down through the soft curls crowning her secrets to slide between the slick labia that protected them, and with unerring accuracy his tip lodged at the opening of her body.
Her secrets that were no secret from him anymore.
The opening that beckoned to him with hot cream that coated his tip.
Slowly he sank into her, his hips pushing forward, felt her clasp around him. He moved carefully, not hurrying, not shoving, feeling the tightness of her entrance and beyond.
He observed her, watched for any signs of pain or discomfort, but her hips lifted to him in invitation.
He slid deep, lowered his head as she sighed, caught the soft moan as he pushed deeper, and then he was there, as deep into her as he could go. Joined so intimately.
“Shane…” His name was a whisper.
He basked in the tenderness of her eyes, the simmering heat of her emotions so clear for him to see.
Instinct took over and he started thrusting - gently at first, then gradually faster, increasing the pace as her breath quickened, as she reached for him, her kisses turning hotter, demanding.
“More,” she insisted huskily. “More Shane.” One hand cupping his cheek before falling to his shoulder to squeeze. “Give me all.”
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