Page 156 of Shamed
Breaking the kiss, she shifts, swinging a leg over my thighs to straddle me. But there’s nothing sexual about the way she presses against me, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck and burying her face in the side of it.
I return her hug, gripping her close. “If my only purpose in life was to save you both, then I’ll gladly accept that fate.”
Pulling back, she holds my face in her hands, slowly shaking her head. “There you go again, reminding me how much I don’t deserve you.” Before I can respond, she leans in to give me another kiss, then returns her face to the crook of my neck, where she often likes to snuggle.
We sit like that for a while, the silence returning, though it doesn’t scrape at me like it did before.
I rub her back in smooth circles, leaning my cheek against her head. We may not have been expecting today to turn out like it did, but I think we’ll be okay.
Jayne finally lifts her head, her beautiful gray eyes running a path over my face. “My dad and I were going to wait until the Jacob situation was over, but since there is nothing to wait for anymore, I guess there’s nothing stopping us from moving forward with it now.” At my furrowed brows, she smiles softly. “The center for women that you wanted to open . . . Your dream . . . My dad is going to fund you.”
“What?” I stare at her, my mouth parted. Did I hear her correctly? “Your dad is going to fund me?”
Jayne nods. “I told him about it and asked him if he would be willing to do that for you. You deserve your dream.”
I continue staring at her, the tightness in my chest returning and intensifying. “There you go again,” I rasp, “reminding me how much I don’t deserve you.”
She leans her brow against mine. “I guess we’ll always be striving to be better for each other, then. And never take our love for granted.”
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Jennifer—A few years later . . .
The soft fabric of our sheet rubs against my cheek with each thrust from behind. All the sensations—the cotton, his hard body, his thick cock—mix together to create a delicious feeling of ecstasy.
My mouth parts in a silent scream as he shoves himself deepinside.
Mase has me pinned to our bed on my stomach, my arms pinned behind my back.
His hold on me is unyielding, yet not in the least bit scary or painful.
My trust in him is infinite.
It took us a little while to get to this point, but once we reached it, our appetite to try different things grew.
“Fuck, yes. So good.” Mase’s harsh breaths fill the space between each word while his hips punctuate them.
I moan out a pleasure-filled sound, repeating his name over and over.
Releasing my arms, he positions them above my head, collapsing over me so I’m now trapped beneath his solid form. His fingers slither down to grip my neck, fingertips pressed against the thrumming pulse on either side.
I twist my head further, trying to reach his lips, and since he’s not one to leave me wanting, he immediately presses his mouth to mine in a searing, hungry kiss.
Tongue slipping in, he tangles it with mine, our breaths and moans mixing together.
His taste is intoxicating, the feel of him addicting.
I can feel his thumping heartbeat against my back, our slick skin sliding over one another.
He’s already made me come three times, but I feel the telltale signs of another orgasm coiling low in my belly.
“You’re squeezing me so fucking tightly,” he breathes, then releases my neck to slide his hand beneath me, going directly to my clit. “Do you need to come again?”
I let out a whimper and squirm beneath him the moment he begins working me with his talented fingers—talented fingers that have only ever touchedmethis way.
Within seconds, I’m crying out, my body bowing as much as it can under his weight. Pure bliss stretches and multiplies, following the path of my veins to reach every part of my body.
Only when I’ve quietened down does Mase pull out and flip me onto my back, his hands running over my body like he just can’t touch me enough.
