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“What makes you say that?”
He turned and crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned his hip against the glass. “You closed the door.”
How the hell could he know that? “What? Do you have the ears of a bat?”
He didn’t answer her, just pushed off the rail toward her. “Worried about me?”
She straightened her shoulders. “If you pitch yourself off the balcony, then the Heron is mine free and clear.”
His teeth flashed. “Is that right?” She took a step back as he closed the distance. He caught her wrist. “Running?”
She wasn’t sure if it was the roar of the sea or her heart rate in her ears as he wrapped his long fingers around her pulse point. “I don’t need to run.”
“You don’t want to run. There’s a difference.” He drew her wrist behind her back until she went up on her toes and her breasts grazed his chest. The dark thrill zinged through her, tightening her nipples to aching points. The sharp tang of whiskey burned her nose. He brushed his lips along her jaw and nipped at her ear. “I’m tired of being numb. When I’m inside you, I can feel again.”
She shivered. She understood the numbness now. When she was busy, she didn’t think about her empty bed. She was too glad to see it at the end of the day to want to do anything more than sleep. One touch from Shane and sleeping was the last thing on her mind. She should be exhausted, but her body was so keyed up she could only think about getting him over her or under her.
He brought his mouth to hers, hovering just out of her reach. “Is this what you want?”
She nodded. The heat of his breath against her lips stalled her ability to speak.
He jerked her hoodie over her shoulders and down her arms, but instead of dropping it to the floor, he trapped her hands and brought the zipper up to lock her arms behind her. His touch was gone. She had room to move—to a point. “I watched your face this afternoon when I held your arms behind you. You liked it.”
She gasped. She wasn’t sure if she liked it. She wanted to touch, wanted to feel the warmth of his skin under her hands. But with her shoulders pinned back, her breasts were on display. The cool night air streaked through the thin tank she wore. He nosed down a strap, leaving only the stretchy lace of her bra as a shield. His breath was hot and moist, but he didn’t touch her. Didn’t taste her.
“Is this what you want?”
She nodded again and groaned when he pulled away.
“I need to hear you say it, Kendall.”
She closed her eyes. “Yes. Yes, I want this.”
“Like this?” He circled her nipple through the lace. Needing to see what he was doing, she opened her eyes. His eyes glittered in the diffused light as he used the second knuckle of his finger to go first clockwise, then counterclockwise around her tight nipple. “Will you let me touch you? Will you let me make you come?”
She pressed closer. “Yes.”
He stepped back, and she hissed. Goose bumps raced over her skin without his warmth. He drew down both the straps of her tank and bra until they became another binding. He cupped her breasts. “So small and perfect.” He lowered his head, then used the flat of his tongue to swipe under one nipple before fastening his lips around it and flicking with his tongue. Her ribs expanded as she sucked in a deep breath. With his thumb and forefinger he tugged at the other, drawing the tip away from her breast before releasing it. Again and again the pressure increased with each pull. She jerked at her bonds. There was just enough tension to hold, but she could still slip free. Instead she linked her fingers and fell into the swamping pleasure.
The suction from his mouth made her skin tingle. Her head spun. He released her with apop, letting the air hit her wet nipple. He switched to her other breast. The fingers that had been ruthlessly plucking her nipple gripped her hip instead. He drew so hard that her nipple throbbed like a heartbeat. He flicked his thumb under the first one he’d paid attention to, and she cried out.
He straightened and cradled both breasts, grazing her nipples with the pads of his thumbs as he trailed the tip of his tongue up to her collarbone, tracing the dip there, then along the column of her throat. All the while, his endless metronome of a touch brought her nipples to such sensitive peaks she could barely breathe. He nipped her chin and finally caught her mouth. He opened her wide, stroking his tongue along hers.
His kiss was a soft meeting of mouths, back and forth until she had to shift her thighs apart just to stay upright. How could a touch be so caring and so ruthless? She could taste the whiskey and the heat of him as she ticked up another level of want. Her thighs quivered, and then the gentle swipes turned to sharp pulls on each nipple. She heard her keening cry but didn’t care. All she could do was chase the pleasure.
The static Shane was gone. One hand slipped under her pants and into her panties. His groan against her throat echoed her own. “Fuck. So wet.” He knuckled into her slick folds and circled the tight bead of her clit.
She shuddered, and her head fell back. His chest was a wall of heat against her swollen nipples. He pinched her clit in a firm grasp between two knuckles until she moaned his name. When he released the sensitive flesh and started circling again, she shuddered. Restless and on the verge, she rolled her hips in time with his touch.
His other hand gripped her ass. “Christ, Kendall.”
She couldn’t think. The riot of emotions rattled her. She rubbed her chest against his, and her hips jerked with each swipe of his knuckles. With his mouth back at her breasts, she stumbled. Who knew she used her arms for balance so much? She twisted her arms to free herself. He stopped, staring up at her.
“No.”
Her breath stalled in her chest.
He widened her stance and dropped to his knees, peeling down her pants. “I want you like this.” His hot breath teased across her thighs before he gripped her ass, hauling her forward. He breathed her in, then rumbled out a groan. Kendall couldn’t stop the whimper. Both of them in supplicant stances. She’d never felt more vulnerable or so turned on in her life. His forearms braced her hips as he transferred his grip to her wrists, then to her forearms until they were locked together just as his tongue slid inside her.
