Page 52 of Between Takes
Shaun released my lips, pressing soft kisses along my jaw before pulling back to consider me. “I’ve wanted you since the first day.”
I smirked. “So you tried to run me off?”
“Yes,” he groaned. “I’m so glad it didn’t work.”
Placing his strong hands on my hips again, he lifted me into his lap until I straddled him. Our mouths fused together again, caressing, licking, nipping. My hands slid into his hair and my nails dragged across his scalp, making him shiver. Titling my head to the side, I deepened the kiss and revelled in how good it felt to be pressed against him. Feeling the bulge in his jeans scattered the rest of my common sense.
With me in his arms, Shaun stood without so much as a grunt of effort and lifted me onto the table. He kissed me again, as a hand brushed along my body. Another slipped into my hair, pulling my head back and deepening the kiss. I moaned against his mouth, urging him on.
Our clothes weren’t coming off fast enough. My hands caught at his t-shirt and began to pull. I wanted it off, but Shaun seemed too focused on devouring my mouth. I tugged hard at the material – there might have been a growl when he didn’t react the way I wanted.
Chuckling, Shaun leant back and brought the t-shirt up over his head. He dropped it on the floor then reached for me again, smirking. Neither of us wasted any time. His lips returned to mine, eager and full. My hands smoothed across his hard muscles, mapping out his hot skin.
He tugged my thin cami top free from my skirt before his hands skimmed my torso, bunching the material there and sending goose bumps skipping across my skin. I shivered as he brought the top over my head and his feverish eyes roamed my body.
Shaun’s restless hands palmed my breasts through my bra, while his lips reclaimed my mouth. His fingers teased my nipples through the lace, sending shocks to my core. He swallowed my moans as frustration got the better of him. He growled, and my bra went flying across the trailer.
The sound shocked me out of the frenzy, and we both paused, staring at each other, breathless. He actually growled.
I laughed. “In a bit of a rush there?”
“I’m impatient. It’s not newsworthy.” Shaun grinned.
He swallowed my renewed laughter, invading my mouth with his tongue. His fingers sent tingles up my thighs as he bunched up my skirt. He dragged it up to my waist, pulling me closer and closer to the edge of the table until he had to force my legs to wrap around his waist for balance.
He trailed kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I let my head fall back and enjoyed the sweet sensations. With my eyes shut, I was entirely unprepared for his next move. His tongue flicked my nipple and I jumped. I felt Shaun grin as he kissed my skin. My hands slipped into his hair again, holding him to my breast. His tongue returned to teasing the delicate skin, circling it until all I could do was moan.
“Something you want to tell me?” The words vibrated against my sensitised skin.
Did I tell him I hadn’t had sex in more than a year? I didn’t know if that was important information. I wasn’t the girl who had casual sex; yet there was always a first.
My fingers tightened in his hair. He straightened up and pressed his forehead to mine. I couldn’t escape the concern in his eyes. “Mona?”
“It’s been a while.”
His face relaxed, and what I thought might be relief slithered across his face. “Define ‘a while’.”
“A year at least.”
He nodded. “Okay.” He lowered his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue.
I groaned but stiffened at the same time. Why was this so damn confusing? “That’s it?”
He released my flesh and leaned back again, sighing. “What were you expecting?”
“I don’t know.” It came out a little high and squeaky. I cleared my throat and tried again. “But more than a nonchalant ‘okay’. You don’t think it’s weird?”
Shaun stood up, his one hand slipped into my hair to massage my scalp, and the other smoothed along my jaw. There was an open and honest quality to him – not that he hadn’t been honest before, but it just felt raw, unedited.
“I don’t really want to think about another man touching you, so I’m pretty happy with your year-long dry spell.”
His eyes widened as his own words sank in. They bothered him for some reason. He stepped back, his cheeks turning red.
“That sounded bad.”
A huge smile overtook my face. “All I heard was ‘I want you all to myself’. Which is good, ’cause the feeling’s mutual.”
Right now. It is mutual right now. Damn it, Mona, think before you speak.
