Page 33 of When the Walls Come Down
I hadn’t gotten far in planning my apology when Shane’s strong arms suddenly wrapped around me from behind. The scruff on his jaw prickled against my neck as he rumbled, “I gotta say, it’s not sexier than the accent, but the jealous bit is pretty damn adorable on you.”
I sagged in his arms. “I’m sorry. I’m not crazy, I swear. It’s just that…you panicked. And then I panicked. And then I momentarily lost my mind.”
He nuzzled the side of my face. “Yeah. You really did.”
Rolling my eyes, I tried to wiggle out of his arms, but he held me tight. His front flush with my back, every part of us touching from head to foot.
The movers barely spared us a glance as they unceremoniously dropped my mattress on the floor and marched out.
Shane kissed my neck, working his way down until he ran out of skin. With a gentle tug at the neck of my T-shirt, he pulled it down my arm. “Mmmm, there she is,” he purred as if I’d been purposely hiding my shoulder from him.
My entire body from nipples to clit came alive as he alternated between kissing, licking, and nipping across my collarbone.
“Shane,” I breathed, thrusting a hand into the top of his hair.
“Tell me this, Peach. Where exactly did you think I was hiding my wife last night while you were having your wicked way with me?”
“I don’t know,” I panted. “Maybe you left her in Seattle or something.”
He chuckled. “I’ve lived here for over four years. There’s no one in Seattle.” He moved his attention to my other shoulder and a moan escaped at his first nip. “So, I have a theory. You want to hear it?”
I didn’t. I wanted him to stop teasing me, shut the front door, lock it, and then fuck me on my mattress on the floor. But, judging by his hard-on thick against my ass, he seemed to be enjoying himself.
Shifting back, I rolled my hips and smiled when he sucked in a sharp breath between clenched teeth. “What’s your theory, Shane?”
He cleared his throat and glided a hand up my stomach, his thumb gently grazing the bottom of my breast. “It might be a stretch, but it explains a lot.”
My mouth fell open and I turned my head to him, my heavy breaths mingling with his. But much to my dismay, he didn’t kiss me. Covering his hand with my own, I moved his palm to cover my breast.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his long fingers kneading and plucking. “You gotta stop or we have to move this to my apartment. Just so you know, my vote is for the latter.”
“But you didn’t finish telling me your theory yet.” Reaching back, I slid a hand between our bodies and cupped his length.
“Fuck my theory.” All at once, he spun me around to face him, and then just as quickly, the floor disappeared beneath my feet.
His mouth found mine with a desperate crash and our tongues rolled together. I wrapped my legs around his hips, and he broke the frenzy only long enough to carry me through my front door. We ran into the movers in the hallway, but Shane was a man on a mission, rumbling, “Put it all next to the mattress,” before fumbling his apartment door open.
I giggled, kicking it shut until he silenced me with a kiss. We bumped into walls as we made our way to the bedroom. Our teeth clinked, Shane cussed, and my feet never touched the floor until he tossed me on the bed.
“Shirt off, Peach,” he ordered, stripping his gray V-neck over his head.
I tore off my black yoga pants and panties instead. “These seem more useful in our current predicament.”
He laughed and dug a condom out of the drawer of his nightstand. While he rolled it on, I finished tearing off my shirt and bra just as he crawled into the bed.
Bright morning sunlight flooded his bedroom. It had been dim the night before, nothing but the hall lights illuminating the room. But this was different. I was completely exposed, laid out in front of him, nowhere to hide, not even a shadow to tuck into.
And. I. Fucking. Loved. It.
I watched with rapt attention as his lips parted and he sucked my nipple between them. The trimmed dark hairs on his chest tickled my stomach as he transferred his focus from one breast to the other.
Fuck, he was sexy. Even wild and hard, ready to drive into me, he was gentle and took his time.
I spread my legs and his long fingers took the invitation.
My head fell back into the pillows, lost in the sea of sensation. “Shane, please.”
“Fuck, Maggie. You really are beautiful.”
I pulled at his shoulders. “Come on. We have to get back over there at some point.”
His eyes flashed molten, but his smile was wide as he dipped low and kissed my shoulder. “See, that is where you are wrong.” Rising to his knees, he shifted between my legs. With his head down, he guided his length inside me with agonizing control.
