Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“On the bed,” he says, striding over to his small duffel and returning with a foil packet in his hand.
I’m not about to argue and pull down the spread so I can climb onto the clean sheets. He sheaths himself and joins me, the mattress dipping under his weight.
“I waited a long time for this,” he says, his words causing an unexpected rush of joy to spread through me.
“Me, too.”
“One problem,” he murmurs, stroking my cheek. “You’re the kind of woman who deserves slow and sweet. But given the circumstances, we need to move quickly so I can be aware and alert. Slow is going to have to wait for next time,” he says, easing his body over hers.
He is already talking about next time.
I am primed for now. “You don’t hear me complaining.”
His thighs cover mine, his cock nestled into my sex, and my entire body comes alive.
I reach for him, but he is in control, grabbing my hands in his and raising them above my head. Then, cock in his free hand, he slides the head through my damp folds, setting alight every nerve ending I have. My stomach ripples with need, my core clenching with the desire to be filled.
“Hang on,” he says, notching himself at my opening and easing inside.
I groan at the invasion, his thickness parting me, taking me over. I raise my hips, pulling him in farther, feeling every inch fill me up.
“Fuck. You feel so good.” He shakes, and I marvel at the fact that I can affect this big man on such a primal level.
Pulling my hands free, I grasp his shoulders so I can hold on. With every thrust of his hips, waves of pleasure pummeled at me, and I score my nails down his back, barely recognizing the noise in the room as coming from me.
He glides in and out, my inner walls softening, accepting him so deep with each pass. He is hard, fast, and the way our bodies mesh is sheer bliss.
He kisses me then, his mouth and tongue matching the motion of our hips, and I am lost. Sensation takes over. I clench my sex, clamping his cock deep inside me.
“Perfection,” he mutters, sliding a hand between us, his finger pressing on exactly the right spot. Glorious contractions begin, my orgasm starting immediately from the combination of the angle he hits inside me and the delicious rotation of his finger against my clit.
“Oh, Shane.” I tremble as my climax hits, and I fall apart, losing all sense of time and place as I come apart in his arms. He follows immediately after, taking his pleasure in my body, thrusting in and out until he collapses on top of me, his breath hard and hot in my ear.
Chapter Seven
Talia
I wake up feeling sore in the best possible way. I don’t have a single regret about last night. How many people receive second chances? It isn’t like we are talking about forever, something I don’t believe in, anyway. Even my parents, as in love as they were, had their lives cut short. People die. Leave. It is better to keep things casual, and that is what I have with Shane. No matter how fantastic the sex or how much I like and admire him, this is a passing fling.
Besides, we live very different lives, his a fast-paced rush of adrenaline in his line of work for McKay-Taggart, and mine with long hours in the lab. Neither of us has time for relationships. His job cost him his marriage. No matter how much I enjoy his company, no matter how my feelings for him are continuing to grow, I have to remember reality. And act accordingly.
I ought to look to his actions now, as well. Shane is all business as we rush our individual showers—because he insists we don’t have time for him to get distracted by my naked body—and though I don’t sense he has any misgivings, he isn’t getting all soft and mushy, either.
We gather our things and hit the road, agreeing to stop for gas and food at the first place we come across.
When we finally reach Portland, the first order of business is to leave the handwritten note asking Jonah to meet up with us tomorrow at a nearby Starbucks. I know he’ll pick up the mail at four p.m. on the dot and will be there for me in the morning, after which we’ll be close to ending this nightmare. Which means the end of my time with Shane.
I push the depressing thought aside, because at that moment, Shane pulls into the parking lot of a glittering high-rise hotel.
“We’re staying here?” I ask. It is so much nicer than any place we’ve been able to find so far.
“I think you’ve earned a night in a decent bed without worrying about security, don’t you?” he asks, a grin lifting his sexy lips.