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I reach for him, and he comes. He kisses me, full and hard on the mouth as I wrap my arms and legs around him. Then he’s pushing deep inside me with a thrust so hard and deep that it has me seeing stars.
I come, my whole body erupting at that first smooth glide of him. For long moments, everything around me goes black. Pleasure ripples along my every nerve ending until it swamps me and pulls me under. Suddenly I can’t think, can’t move, can’t even breathe. All I can do is wrap myself more tightly around him and take it—take him—as he slides into me over and over again, driving my pleasure higher and higher with each thrust of his hips.
Before this first orgasm ends, I can feel a second one building. It’s even sharper than the first, a razor blade of pleasure so steep, so intense, that it’s nearly pain. It’s a good pain, though, one I’ve never felt before but now can’t imagine living without.
“Shawn.” I gasp out his name, my hands clawing at the scars on his back as I press kisses to his chest, his shoulder, his biceps—any and every part of him that I can reach. He’s breathing hard, too, his eyes endless pools of black as he plunges inside of me harder and harder, faster and faster. He’s close now, too. I can hear it in the disjointed rhythm of his breath. Can see it in his lust-blown pupils and feel it in the crazy beat of his heart against mine.
I tighten my legs around his hips, dig my nails into his back, whisper dark and filthy things into his ear. Then hang on for dear life as he slams me into the table so h
ard the thing crashes against the wall.
“Let go,” I tell him, pressing wet, openmouthed kisses to his crazy perfect jaw and the sensitive spot behind his ear. “Come on, baby. I can take it. I can—”
He cries out, a low, tortured sound that tears right through me, shattering me into so many pieces. And then he’s coming, his hands on my hips, my name on his lips. His whole body is shaking as he empties himself inside me. As he strains against me, hands and breath and body burrowing deep inside of me, as it goes on and on and on.
The rhythmic pulse of him inside of me rockets up my own pleasure, sends me flying up, up, up until I’m right on the edge again.
“Don’t stop,” I plead as I rock and arch and shudder against him. “Please, please, please—”
He doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t. Instead he reaches between us and flicks his finger back and forth across my clit. The pleasure turns insane—white hot and blinding—and I let out a strangled scream as I lift my hips in a desperate attempt to get more. More pressure. More pleasure. More Shawn.
He’s still hard, still thrusting, as if his release had done nothing to dull his need for me. The idea hits me hard, takes my pleasure up another notch as he surges against me, each thrust a little more powerful than the one that came before it. He’s moving me up the table now, banging my shoulders against the wall, and I don’t even care. I can’t, not when everything I am is lost in him and the ecstasy he’s bringing me.
“Fuck, Sage. You feel so good. You feel so—” He breaks off as he tilts my hips up, as he lifts me clear off the table and holds me there in midair so he can go deeper, deeper, deeper.
It feels so good—he feels so good—that I can’t even try to think my way through this. Can’t even begin to try to comprehend what’s happening to my body. To me.
Desperate for release now, and for the relief that comes with it, I lock my ankles around his waist and hold tight. I let my head fall back against the wall, let my hands grab on to whatever part of him I can reach. My whole body is wigging out, and I’m spinning out of control—my mind, my body, everything that I am surrendering to him. Opening up to him. Becoming his for the taking.
It should frighten me—should terrify me, if I’m being honest—and maybe it would any other time, with any other man. But right here, right now, with Shawn, all I can do is open myself up to him and let him take all that he wants.
I want it to end, want to feel him empty himself totally and completely within me.
I want it to go on forever, want his strong, hard body plunging into mine until I’ve had my fill. Until my body no longer clamors for his. Until I don’t know where he starts and I leave off.
“Sage.” His fingers dig deep into my hips, but I’m too lost in pleasure to notice. “Sage, look at me.”
His voice is deep, distorted, but so insistent that I know I don’t have a choice. Opening my eyes through sheer strength of will, I stare into his dark ones with their desperate light and blown-out pupils.
The moment our eyes lock, a connection snaps taut between us. I can feel it inside of me, feel it spreading, taking me over. I want to look way, want to break whatever this thing is that’s so powerful, so overwhelming. But he won’t let me, his gaze holding mine, locking me to him.
“Shawn.” I whisper his name, lift a hand to his stubble-rough cheek. He holds my gaze even while he turns his head and presses a kiss into my palm.
And then he’s thrusting faster, circling my clit. I cry out as sensation swamps me and I careen over the edge for the second time tonight. I come with his body inside me and his name on my lips. And still he refuses to relinquish my gaze. Still he keeps me pinned with those black magic eyes of his that somehow manage at the same time to be both the sexiest and the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.
And when he follows me seconds later—his own release crashing powerfully through him—those eyes demand more than I want to give. Offer more than I’m willing to take.
But as he collapses over me, his body seeking comfort from mine even as he presses me into the table, I refuse to think about that. Refuse to worry over the feelings careening around inside of me like a Ping-Pong ball. Instead I wrap my arms around him and hold him close, whispering silly, soft, sweet nothings in his ear as we both come slowly down.
Chapter 16
“Wow.” Shawn breathes it out on a laugh as he lowers his forehead to mine.
Wow is right. I’m still a little shell-shocked—I think we both are—after what just happened between us.
For long seconds, neither of us says anything else—me because I’m pretty sure I’m not capable of speech right now and Shawn because…I don’t exactly know why he’s not saying anything. But when he lifts his head and tries to look in my eyes one more time, I can’t help but turn my head. Not because what just passed between us wasn’t important, but because it was.
There’s no way I can look into those crazy eyes of his right now. He sees too much at the best of times. I can’t imagine what he’d see if he looked into my eyes at this moment, when I feel so raw, so vulnerable, so laid wide open.
