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Instead, she felt the heat of him, the hardness of his erection at her back when he came up behind her. But he didn’t touch her. He watched her in the mirror, now able to see everything, as she pleasured herself. As she came and shuddered and moaned.
And then with a curse, Shane grabbed her.
He picked her up and carried her to the rug in front of his fire place. He set her face down so that she rested on her elbows with her ass in the air. And Bobbi, still in recovery, watched as he rolled a condom over his straining cock.
She was so turned on, her body still trembling from its orgasm that she could barely speak.
When he moved in behind her. When she felt one hand on the small of her back, and the other between her legs urging them apart she managed to ask, “What...” but she was so far gone she couldn’t finish her sentence.
Could you die from anticipation?
Shane covered her, his heat simmering along her back as he leaned in close to whisper. “This would be the fast and hard fucking.”
Bobbi squeezed her eyes shut, his words exciting her.
Then Shane plunged inside her, hands gripping her hips for control, and he did exactly what he had promised earlier…because it was in fact, only the beginning.
Chapter Eleven
Hours later, Shane woke up alone in a tangled mess of sheets and Pia scratching at his bedroom door.
He rolled out of bed, cursing when he stubbed his toe against hard edge of his night table as he made his way over and let the dog in. It was dark, the glow from digital clock beside the bed telling him it was just past four in the morning.
Pia rushed past him and jumped on the edge of the bed, where with a groan, she subsequently turned in a circle and flopped down. The dog had her own hot pink cushion thing—which had cost a small ‘effing fortune—but she preferred the comfort of his bed and honestly, since the little animal had claimed him as her owner, he’d been unable to deny her anything.
She barked once and nestled into the bed. Naked, Shane padded out into the main room of the loft. A quick glance around told him that Bobbi was long gone. There wasn’t a shred of her clothing anywhere and the only clue that the previous night hadn’t been more than just a fantasy, was her lingering scent.
That delicious summery smell.
Just the thought of Bobbi had his body flush with heat and his cock was already hard and ready for another go around. He glanced down at himself and swore. If a cold shower didn’t fix things he’d have to relieve himself manually.
Just one night with Bobbi Jo had done this to him. He felt like a goddamn teenager who’d just got laid for the first time.
With a groan he closed his eyes, hands fisted at his sides as his mind rolled back. Images of her body, her eyes and her mouth assaulted him and his erection strained even more. Her smile, her laugh—the way her eyes glistened when he made her come.
He couldn’t recall—ever—such an intense night of passion. And considering that he and Bobbi had had their fair share of explosive encounters in the past, that was saying something.
After he had taken her the first time, they had moved to his bedroom where he’d spent the next several hours reacquainting himself with the delights of her mind and body. Bobbi had always been generous with her passion and her need to please and the two of them had loved each other thoroughly.
And now he was alone.
Yet, isn’t that what they’d wanted? One night to give in to their attraction? One night of sex with no consequence?
“Fuck me,” Shane muttered as he headed toward the bathroom and a much needed cold shower.
After having Bobbi in his bed again, did he really think one night was going to be enough?
A half an hour later he was in his workshop staring at the table he was nearly finished with. A custom order for Logan, he’d designed the large piece to be both functional and decorative. With drawers underneath for storage and a circular turntable in the center, he’d managed to accomplish his goals. The matching chairs with rich brown leather seats were a perfect accessory.
Working with wood had become a passion while he’d been incarcerated. It had been a lifeline, something to keep his mind and hands occupied while he served his time.
And right about now, with his mind full of Bobbi and the line they’d crossed the night before, Shane set out to drive away the demons inside him. The ones who told him he was a fool to think he could play with Bobbi and not get burned.
Pushing everything aside except the task at hand, he put a pot of coffee on and grabbed a brush. With any luck he’d finish the last coat of stain in a few hours.
Turned out it took more than a few hours but when he finally set his brush aside, daylight was streaming in through the windows and his stomach was rumbling.
He was just about to head upstairs for some food when a sharp bark and the very distinct sound of the door closing, told him that he wasn’t alone.
