Page 87 of Kind of Famous
My response to Shane, on the other hand, was desperate need. I tugged on his T-shirt to better slide my hand up his muscled torso. “I’m dying to get you out of these clothes.”
I fell back and hoped he’d take it for an invitation to possess me. He pushed me against the elevator wall, hands roaming down my body, reaching under my skirt, thumbs hooking the hips of my panties.
“May I?”
“Yes.”
He slid my panties halfway down my thighs, then as he kissed me, his finger touched me and stroked, increasing the pressure until my voice escaped with anAh, making my body feel like a bottle of champagne, bubbly, effervescent, tingly. He knew how to shake me up until I exploded.
He whispered, “I want every inch of you.”
The elevator dinged, and he lifted me up without the slightest effort, hands under my thighs, my legs and arms wrapped around him koala-style.
He strode down the hallway like it was on fire, plucking the key card from his pocket and kicking open the door with urgency.
I lay my hands on either side of his face. Before I could utter a word, he crushed his mouth against mine and carried me to the bed, then dropped to the floor, tore my panties straight off, pushed up my skirt, and knocked my knees apart with his chin. He paused and looked up at me for approval.
“Shane.”
“I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
As his tongue touched me, we bothmmmed at the same time, his last words echoing in my mind. He’d been thinking aboutthisall day.
Here was a man who knew what he liked.
And he took the time to learn whatIliked. Soft, then hard, licking, then sucking, his mouth found my secrets. He slid a finger in and out, rubbing his thumb in places I’d never dreamed could feel such intense pleasure.
“There,” I encouraged when he hit a particularly amazing combination. “Yes.” He made me sayyesa lot.
My back arched as I climaxed, but he didn’t slow down, and I was so thankful, because my orgasm didn’t end in a bang or a whimper. Rather, it grew more powerful, more delicious until it spread down my legs and around my back, like a wave of opium.
I jerked and stilled with awow.
He broke away, laying one last kiss on the blast zone. “You make the most incredible face.” He climbed up next to me, propping himself up on his elbow. “It’s like you’re filled with helium. Everything just goes—” He made a face of joy, smile widening, eyes unfocused, everything relaxing into bliss.
“You’re one to talk.”
“Why? What face do I make?”
“Shall we find out?” I trailed a finger down his torso.
He clamped his hand over mine and tugged me closer so I lay halfway across his chest, face to face. He brushed my hair out of my eyes and looked into my eyes. “I’d rather look at you.”
“Like what you see?”
“So much.”
He’d proven that through his actions, but it still felt nice to hear it. “It’s only fair you count the ways.”
“Every little detail is a world unto itself. I get a boner just looking at your lips.” He winced. “Wow, that wasn’t poetic.”
“You’re forgiven. Continue.”
“Your body is like you were custom made for me. When I’m with you, I just want to look at you, touch you. I want to smell you and taste you. And I want to hear you. God, I love to listen to you talk. I love to hear you say my name.”
“Shane.”
“I’ve never met anyone like you.” He smiled. “I can’t believe you picked me.”
