Page 107 of Crossing Every Line


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SHANE PUSHED HIMSELF into her hand. The thought of sliding into her without any protection, without any barriers, was enough to suck the last of the blood out of his brain and put it firmly in his cock.

Just once? Hell, he knew he’d want it all the time.

But he couldn’t say no to her here in the dark.

Insulated with shadow and silence—even the scent of her was different—there was no way he could say no.

He rolled down his boxers and moaned when she took him in hand, leading him into her swollen heat. He dropped onto his back, his chest arching with each inch that she took. She rose over him, her head back in pleasure as she rode him.

He splayed his fingers over her belly; he ground the heel of his hand over her mound. Part of him wanted to reach for the light. To watch them coming together. With each fisting clasp of her body, he wanted to see his cock disappear into her again and again. But there was something to be said for the darkness.

She couldn’t see just how gone he was.

How easily she’d driven him to that edge of lust and tipped him over into love. Loving her wasn’t smart, and it wasn’t well-timed, but it was one of the truest things he’d ever known.

Kendall fell forward, her hair a curtain of moonlight in the near dark. He banded his arms around her back and held her tightly. The tremble of her body and her hitching breath gave him the last bit of permission to finish. Needs denied for so long and the precious perfection of her welcoming body killed what was left of his willpower.

He drove his cock into her. The warm, wet glide of her pussy along with her sharp scent was all he needed. He came inside her. The mix of their scents and the overwhelming exhaustion slapped him in the face, and he collapsed under her.

With just enough presence of mind to make sure Kendall was okay, he rolled them both onto their sides. He buried his nose in her neck and soothed her with a light stroke down her hip.

The next time he truly woke, sunlight spilled into their room, and they’d created a cocoon of warmth under the blankets. Naked, sated, and still a little drunk on lack of sleep, he dozed again.

Sometime later she slipped away from him to go to the window, drawing the curtains wider. Propping his head on his hand, he yawned and was struck dumb by Kendall in full sunlight.

He rolled out of bed and slid an arm around her. She smiled up at him. “Quite the view.”

“Yes, it is.”

Her smile broadened, and she leaned back against him. “The snow, Shane.”

“That’s impressive too.”

She turned in his arms, and he kissed her. He wanted nothing more than to drag her back into that huge bed and use it properly, but they needed to get on the road. “Why don’t you order up some breakfast, and I’ll take a shower.”

“Good idea.” She stepped away and grabbed a menu.

After showering and managing to hack down his steadily growing beard with his electric trimmer, he opened the door to the scent of bacon and syrup. Following his rumbling stomach, he snagged a pancake off her plate and wrapped it around two pieces of bacon.

“Hey now!”

He grinned around his mini-sandwich. “Smells awesome.”

She nodded to the other plate with a cover on it. “That’s yours.”

“I’ll take that too.”

She caged her mug with her fingers. “You’re not stealing my coffee.”

He looked down at her coffee, if that was what she wanted to call it—it was practically white with cream, and he was pretty sure there would be a layer of sugar at the bottom. “That’s all right.”

“Don’t sneer at me, Oscar.”

He hiked his towel on his hip and sat down. The domesticity felt good and right. He was pretty sure he’d be happy sniping over breakfast with her every morning of his life. The fact that it didn’t scare him into jackrabbiting for the door like it usually did was one more tick in the future-looking-bright column.

She was right; the plows had been out, and the road was wet with salt and melting snow. Already the sun was beaming down and cars were on the road. Maybe they wouldn’t lose the entire Thanksgiving.

In fact, a new plan was forming. With the B and B becoming part of his future, perhaps he could find a space for himself on the property and work on his furniture during the downtimes between helping Kendall with the Heron.

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