Page 81 of Loving a Warrior

Letting out a moan, Shane rocked his hips down into him. “I want it all, baby,” he murmured against that sexy hollow, unable to keep from darting his tongue out for a taste. “I want it all.”

And it still won’t be enough.

The kiss this time was carnal and wet. Rolling to the side, Shane reached for a little foil packet and smoothed the condom on. A quick coating of lube before he snugged his cock against Matt’s entrance.

“You ready?” Shane brushed his lips over each of Matt’s cheeks, then his lips.

“Oh, yeah.” Matt glided his knees along Shane’s ribs. “I’m ready.”

Sucking in a deep, calming breath, Shane started a slow, insistent rock against him, watching Matt’s face closely. Matt closed his eyes, his neck arching back as stubborn muscles relaxed and Shane slipped inside.

Shane fought for control at the scorching heat that surrounded him, blood roaring in his ears, his heart threatening to beat itself out of his chest. When he sensed Matt’s body had adjusted to the intrusion, he pulsed his hips, opening him up slowly and carefully, Matt’s little gasps of pain and pleasure zinging right to Shane’s balls and making him grit his teeth.

Fully seated at last, Shane eased himself over top of him. Immediately Matt locked his ankles tight at the small of Shane’s back and wrapped his arms around his neck, burying his face against his shoulder.

“Oh, yeah, that’s right,” Shane choked out. “Hold on to me. Hold tight.”

His first strokes were slow, almost tentative. Against his neck Matt moaned his approval, raking his nails along Shane’s back. “Shane, please.”

“Like this?” Shane planted his knees wide on the bed and withdrew to the tip before hilting himself again with a sharp slap of skin on skin. “You like that?”

“Yes,” Matt hissed. “Just like that.”

He unwrapped his legs and let them fall to the side. Pushing up on his palms, Shane slammed into him in a hard, steady rhythm that soon had Matt writhing beneath him, his hoarse moans ringing off the ceiling.

His jaw clenched with the effort of holding back, Shane thrust deep and held there, circling his hips.

Matt dragged his eyes open, his cheeks flushed, lips parted and swollen. “Shane…?”

“Come for me, baby,” Shane said in a ragged whisper, the unguarded vulnerability on Matt’s face nearly his undoing. “I need you so fucking much.”

Holding Shane’s gaze, Matt licked his palm and slid it along his belly to take his cock in hand. They stared at each other breathlessly, until Matt’s eyes slid closed and his neck grew corded, teeth clenched.

When the first quivers started to rack his body, Shane pressed Matt’s knees wider and gave him long strokes, feeling the spasms start deep inside, strong contractions that gripped and milked Shane’s cock.

Matt groaned, heavy spurts of creamy white coating his chest all the way up to his chin. Shane chased the droplets with his lips, the salty taste exploding on his tongue, this evidence of Matt’s pleasure driving Shane’s own higher, higher, until he arched his back and came in a flaming rush.

Matt wrapped around and held on to him, his face buried in his neck. “So good, Shane. So good.”

The wonder and satiation in his voice, the pliability of his body under his, made Shane ache with a tenderness that brought tears to his eyes. He dropped his forehead to Matt’s shoulder to hide them.

“Oh my God, Matt,” he gasped. “Oh my God.”

How the fuck am I gonna let you go?

Chapter Twenty

“Hey, babe.”

Matt woke grudgingly, in increments, opening his eyes to the sight of Shane propped up on his elbow, grinning down at him.

“Fuck me,” Matt grumbled as he scrubbed his hands over his face. “You’re a morning person, aren’t you?”

“When I’m in bed with you, I am. I don’t wanna waste a minute.” He draped his arm over Matt’s waist and scooted in close before leaning down to kiss him lingeringly. Matt sighed and linked his arms around Shane’s neck, giving himself over to it.

“Mmm, that’s what I’m talking about.” Shane’s words were little puffs of air against Matt’s lips. “Morning kisses and cuddles, and no one’s in pain.”

It was nice. Outside the windows dawn was streaking the sky, and the softness of the mattress, the warmth of Shane’s big body, all created a snug little cocoon that Matt suddenly never wanted to leave.