Down and Dirty(44)

Her moisture soaked his fingers. Her heat filled his mouth. Her screams filled his ears. He closed his eyes as her pussy clenched tight, tried not to imagine that it was his cock. Tried to hold it together for just a minute more.

The spasms quieted and she stilled, fighting for breath. He pushed himself onto all fours and crawled up the length of her body until they were face to face. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes shone.

“Nice.”

He gave her a pained smile. “That’s the understatement of the year.” He nudged forward an inch, then two, until he could feel her slick folds. “We need a condom,” he groaned, then tried to pull back.

She shook her head. “Not unless you want to. I’m on the Pill, and…it’s you. It’s…us.”

Just like in his dreams. He pressed forward and she guided him in deep, taking his length with a shuddering sigh. He pulled back, then began the heavenly slide back in. He gritted his teeth against the sensual friction, struggling for control.

Cat reached back, snaking her hands down his back to cover his ass, then pulled him into her until he was buried to the hilt. They began to rock as one, slow and steady. He tipped his head to take a tight nipple into his mouth, and nearly exploded as her slick inner walls squeezed him in response. He matched her rhythm with long, slow, deep strokes. They moved faster, and he bent his head to lick and suck her nipple, plunging into her again and again.

“Ah, Shane!” She tightened around him like a fist, pulsing over him in waves. He squeezed his eyes shut and his cock swelled, a dull ache riding low in his balls. She went wild beneath him, rolling her hips and wriggling as she came, calling his name. She dug her nails into his back and he lost it. He pounded into her, faster and deeper until his body convulsed. He groaned her name and emptied himself into her sweet heat. In that moment, all was right in his world. If only he knew for sure that she felt the same…





Chapter Ten

Cat stared at the shadows on the wall and snuggled deeper into the covers. Shane’s arm tightened around her waist, and he dragged her closer, molding her back to his front. They hadn’t left each other’s arms for the past five hours except to wash up, and in spite of her professed fondness for sleeping alone, she’d never felt happier. A few orgasms, a warm man in her bed…it had been a long time since that had happened. And never both at the same time until now, she realized with a chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” Shane whispered, tipping his head to press a warm kiss to her shoulder.

“Oh, just thinking about self-administered orgasms and how nice it is to get them courtesy of someone else for a change.”

“Well, feel free to take advantage. I’ve got an unlimited supply.”

She pulled away then rolled in to face him. “I knew I liked you.”

His face was sleepy and satisfied in the moonlight, and she traced the dark slash of his eyebrows with her index finger. “You are one fine-looking man,” she admitted. “You always were. Even when we were younger, during those rare times you took a break from torturing me, I thought you were hot.”

He slung his arm over her hip and leaned in to nip at her jaw. “Did you, now? Tell me more about that. Not about the torture part. About how hot you thought I was.”

She laughed and pulled away. “I did. You had to know that. The night at the lake, and…” She searched his face, debating whether she wanted to open that can of worms when things were going so nicely. But, damn it, she had to know. No point in going in with a nail file. She broke out the sledgehammer. “Why were you such an asshole to me?”

He stared at her for a long moment and then rolled away. She was just thinking maybe she should’ve come in a little softer when he started propping up some pillows. He settled back, flashing an exceptional expanse of muscled chest, and sighed. “I never meant to be an asshole. I was just doing what your brother asked me to do.”

She leaned up onto her elbow, resisting the urge to trail her fingers over his abs. “Galen asked you to be an asshole to me?” She knew she was being thick, but she needed to know exactly what had happened that strange year, and more importantly, why Shane had walked away from her that night in the lake.

“He asked me to take care of you while he was gone. You were a little reckless, he was a lot worried, and he couldn’t be there. It was your junior year. You were just coming into your own, and that body.” His gaze drifted down to scan her sheet-clad form. “You had a sense of adventure and no fears. The whole thing was a like a fucking time bomb just waiting to go off. Guys that age are horny, and a lot of them are assholes. He didn’t want anyone messing with you, and he didn’t want you making any rash decisions you might regret later.”