Page 95 of Shamed
I grip the armrests, keeping my eyes locked on her face. Her lips.
Did she ask a question?
“What?”
She laughs a little breathlessly. “I asked what you wanted to talk about?”
“Oh. Um.” Yes. Think. Talk. Anything. “The apartment was empty without you and Lulu in it.”
“Really?”
Jayne smiles, but I can’t tell if it’s a sad or happy one. I’m sucked in by the different grays of her eyes competing for space.
Leaning in, she inhales deeply while continuing to dance. Did she just sniff me?
“You smell nice,” she comments, confirming my suspicion, then tilts her head slightly, exposing her slender neck that’s begging to be sucked, bitten.
“So do you,” I rasp. That’s all I manage to get out. My mind is fried.
Lowering her ass and leaning closer, Jayne starts working her hips a little harder. And fuck me, I know she can feel what she’s doing to me.
Wrong. This is allwrong. And yet, I’ve never been more tempted to give in and be the man I was told I’d become.
I’m dangling by one hand from the top of that wall I’ve kept in place until now, darkness stretching below me.
You’re just likehim.
The feel of Jayne’s gloved fingers sliding around the side of my neck snaps me back. So small, so breakable. And she trusts me.
She wouldn’t if she knew how fucked-up I really am.
“Mase . . .”
Nothing comes after my name, no conversation, just her increased breathing mixing with mine in the few inches between us.
Her face gets closer, but I can’t tell if I moved or if she did.
My skin is on fire.
Even though I’m not looking at her body, I can see it undulating in front of me, canfeelit brushing over my lap.
She doesn’t just smell nice, she smells divine, her scent seeping into me like a drug.
Every swirl of her hips is a temptation to reach out and grab her. Take her. Fuck her.
My fingers itch to touch her.
But a little voice from the other side of the wall I’m hanging onto reminds me that she was assaulted. She doesn’t evenlikedoing this.
Eyes still connected, her fingers glide up to my jaw, and her lips are so fucking close, slightly parted. There to take.
Heat and lust and all things depraved pump through my veins.
Closer. Closer. A hairsbreadth away now.
Then suddenly, Jayne pulls back and scrambles to her feet, disoriented.
She glances around us, running a shaky hand over her hair.
