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I didn’t realize it, but I’ve been rubbing small circles on her thighs with my thumbs, soft and gentle but getting higher and higher.
Her breath hitches, and I can smell her arousal, like vanilla and sugar, as her muscles contract beneath my fingertips. She leans back, her shoulders thumping lightly against the wall as she bites her lip, looking down at me. “Shane?”
I force my hands to stop moving, instead grabbing hold of her thighs and squeezing her flesh with a tight grip. “Yes, Angel?”
“What are you doing to me?”
I clear my throat, but my voice still feels gravelly, rich with lust and need as I look up at her. “What I want to do is run my hands up higher, take your panties down, and bury my tongue so deep in your pussy that you scream my name the way I’ve been dreaming for weeks.”
She lets out a mewl, her hips fighting against my hold to lift toward me. “Oh, God. I’ve wanted that too.”
I squeeze one last time, forcing myself to let go as I roll back, my cock screaming in pain as my jeans nearly become a goddamn tourniquet. “But you already said you’re overwhelmed. I will never take advantage of you. That’s not how I do things. You’re not ready for this, for me. Not now.”
With all my willpower, I get to my knees and push to stand up, pressing a palm against my throbbing cock, hoping the attention will relieve the pressure, but it just makes me want to arch against my hand.
Meghan’s mouth opens when she sees the bulge in my jeans and a little squeak sounds out from her throat. “You’re . . . big.”
I force myself to stay still, not giving in to the urge to release the pressure of my zipper and show her exactly how big I am, but my cock jumps anyway, desperately wanting to be closer to her mouth as she sits forward, just inches away from my crotch. She watches me, the tip of her tongue coming out to trace one plump lip, and I have to turn away. “Fuck, Angel. Don’t look at me like that, all wide-eyed and open-mouthed. All I can think of right now is how much I want to slide my cock past those full, pink lips and into your hot mouth. I wonder if you could swallow me to the hilt?”
I tilt my head, watching her throat work as she swallows. “I wonder that too.”
Her voice is breathy, a sex siren so damn close to making me crash on her shores.
I rub my cock through the denim once more before balling my hands at my sides, wrangling control back of my lust-addled body before I need to punch myself in the thighs. “I need—”
Meghan interrupts, her voice soft as she looks up at me. “Yes.”
I smirk, wishing I could finish that sentence the way I want but knowing that I’m right, and fucking Meghan right now will only make her regret it more later.
A deep part of me says to do it anyway, fuck her and take what I want while she’s willing to give it. But I’m not an animal, and if I’m going to be between her thighs, I don’t want her to hate me for it tomorrow.
She’ll hate me enough from all this mess. I don’t need to add to my karmic bad shit list, so I hedge, turning away and squeezing my eyes shut. “I need you to take a shower, get cleaned up while I make some calls to see what the word on the street is. Then we’ll sleep for a few hours. I want to be back on the road by sunset. This place . . . it won’t be safe for more than twenty-four hours.”
My words don’t register for a split second, but when they do, her mouth closes hard enough that I hear her lips smack together, and I glance back to see her blushing, looking down and embarrassed by my denial. “Shane, this is maddening. One minute, you make me feel like the sexiest woman in the world and then you turn—”
I lift her chin again, meeting her blue eyes. “Angel, don’t do that. Never, ever doubt yourself. Fuck knows, I want you, but I’m trying real fucking hard to be a good guy here and keep my promise. You . . . you deserve a good man. Not me.”
She stands to study my face, her body so close to mine that my cock is straining for her. Her eyes soften, then sparkle, and I can see the sass in them before she even speaks. “Fine. I’m getting in the shower. But Shane?” She pauses dramatically, lifting to her tip toes and leaning toward me. “Nobody asked you to be a good man. And I happen to have some fantasies involving you . . . and a shower.”
