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I bite the soft skin of her thigh. “GoddamnLacey, the way you tighten around my fingers drives me crazy. I can’t wait until I can come inside you. I’m going to send you home with it dripping down your leg. A reminder of why you came over here tonight. That’s it. There’s my second one. That’s for me, isn’t it?”
Her next orgasm comes quicker than the first. Her entire body shakes, and as she calms down, her muscles relax. She stops sniffing, and she lets out a slow breath. I kiss both her legs and set them on the floor. I rub her knee and sit back on my heels, staring at her.
“Hi,” she says, and she pushes up on her elbows. “That was…”
“What you came here for?” I ask, and her lips curl up into a smile.
“Better than I could have ever imagined.” Her eyes flick to the front of my pants, and she reaches for me. “Come here.”
I move toward her, and she kisses me. She snakes her hand down my body and pulls on the waistband of my joggers. “Ask to take them off,” I say, and her cheeks turn as red as fire.
“Can I take them off, Shawn?” she asks, following directions. I lift an eyebrow, and she squirms. “Please?”
I like hearing her say that. It makes me feel on top of the world. I scoop her up in my arms and head for my bedroom. “Only because you asked so nicely, sweetheart.”
TWENTY-FOUR
LACEY
The last fifteenminutes were an out-of-body experience.
I know I’m here in Shawn’s apartment, but I don’t think I’m actuallyhere.
I’m still soaring above the clouds, higher than the stars, and I never want to come down.
Sex always feels good, but he scrambled my brain with those orgasms; it’s never feltthis goodbefore.
The way he talked to me and praised me lit a fuse inside of me, and now he’s carrying me down the hall. Kissing me softly and slowly. Savoring me like he said he would, and this is the most beautiful I’ve ever felt. The most adored and wanted.
It’s intimate and soft, a different side to the man who whispered filth in my ears a few minutes ago.
Shawn kicks a door open and walks inside a room. He turns on a lamp, and I look around. It’s clean in here, just like the rest of his apartment. A king bed sits in the middle with a dozen pillows and a comforter that looks like a cloud. I can see the city behind the headboard, and I smile at the twinkling lights.
He sets me down on the mattress and takes a step back. I’m completely naked while he still has all of his clothes on, and there’s a moment of self-consciousness. A second where I feel like this is entirely one-sided and he doesn’t want me like I want him. I cover my chest with my hands and Shawn shakes his head.
“Don’t do that,” he says, and he pulls his shirt over his head. “Don’t hide, Lacey girl. Not from me.”
The endearment lodges itself between my breasts. Behind my ribs, dangerously close to my heart, because I’mhisgirl.
At least for the next few weeks.
I stare at him as he undresses, andgod, Shawn is a devastating man. The tattoos that go down his left arm span across his chest, too, right over his pectoral muscle. There’s an array of colors and shapes and designs, and I want to learn what each one means.
His body doesn’t seem real but something an artist created. Sharp lines. Powerful muscles. Tan skin. A dusting of dark hair that trails down his stomach.
I stop breathing when he pulls off his sweatpants and lets them fall to the floor. He’s not wearing any underwear, and seeing him naked makes my mouth go dry. His cock hangs thick and heavy between his legs and I watch his fingers fold around his length as he gives himself a tug.
I don’t know where to look; it’s hard to focus on one spot when there’s so much I want to see. My eyes drag back to Shawn’s, and he’s watching me with heat behind his gaze.
“I’ll never hide from you,” I say. I hold out my hand and he takes it. He kisses the tip of each one of my fingers, and he rests my palm over his heart. “You’re the only person I want to be myself around.”
His eyes soften as he climbs onto the bed. He moves across the mattress and holds himself above me on his hands and knees. I sit up and kiss him, my nails massaging his scalp and the spot where his shoulder meets his neck.
“You’re the only person I want to be myself around, too,” he says, and there’s a shift in the air.
This is more tender than out in the living room. Soft. Romantic, almost, if a one-night stand could be considered such a thing.
Maybe it’s silly to think that, but it’s nearly impossible not to as he traces my jaw and cups my chin in his hand. As he stares at me and eases me onto my back. There’s such care and consideration to his actions, and I feel like I’m the only girl in the world.
