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When she heard the key in the lock, she glanced down to check everything was in order. Her feet were bare, and she’d done her lipstick and eyes in the mirror earlier. Bright red. She fluffed her hair, ensuring it fell over her shoulders the way she wanted it to, and held onto the robe’s belt, which was tied in a bow above one hip. Footsteps sounded in the hall, and then he stepped into the lounge, and she promptly loosened the belt and let her robe fall open to reveal the corset, thigh-high stockings, and garters.
Shane’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. She grinned, satisfaction rising within her. Without saying a word, she pulled the gaping robe closed, turned, and strode toward his bedroom. Once inside, she dropped the robe to the floor and swung around to let him look his fill.
“Holy crap,” he breathed, and then he was on her with his hands on her ass, hauling her against the front of his body. His kisses took her breath away. This was exactly the response she’d hoped for. He slipped his hand between her legs and his fingers through her wet heat. “You’re not wearing underwear.”
“Nope.” She grinned like the cat who’d caught the canary. “Easier access.”
“For this?” He shoved a finger inside her, and she gasped. That, she hadn’t expected. He crooked it, and her knees gave way. She would have fallen back onto the bed, but he caught her and lowered her carefully, as though she were something precious. His finger still inside her, he cupped his palm over her sex, pressing on her clit. She moaned into her hand, trying to muffle the sound so they wouldn’t disturb the boys. “Feels amazing.”
“I can tell how much you want me.” His voice was husky, his eyes black with lust. “Hell, Faith. Best welcome home ever.” He knelt between her thighs and leaned close, blowing softly. She shivered. Then he stroked his tongue right along her center, lusciously and unhurried.
Her hands flew to his head, threading into his hair. “Do that again,” she urged. “Please.”
He did everything she asked and more, settling his mouth over her and licking her like she was the most delicious ice cream he’d ever tasted. The noises he made in the back of his throat drove her crazy. Little groans and sighs that told her he was enjoying this as much as she was. Finally, he reared up, his eyes as wild as she felt. “Need you now.”
“Then take me.” He stripped off his clothes and reached for a condom, but Faith stopped him. “I’m on birth control, and I trust you.”
He froze. “Are you saying...?”
“I want you inside me with nothing between us.” She’d thought about this, and she knew it was what she wanted. He meant more to her than anyone else, so it was fitting she share herself with him more intimately than she had any other man. “Do you trust me that much too?”
“Yes.” He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on hers, slowly releasing a breath. When his eyes opened, they were even darker than before—if such a thing were possible. He rolled onto his side and pulled her into the curve of his body so they were spooning, then reached around and stroked her, sending flickers of fire scattering along her nerves. She parted her legs, and he thrust into her from behind in one smooth, perfect motion. They both sighed at the exquisite sensation. Then they began to move.
She bit her lip when he caressed her hip, over her belly, and dipped his hand into the V of her legs. Feeling him both behind and in front of her—being surrounded by him—was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced. Especially with the added thrill of knowing they needed to stay quiet. She tilted her head back and captured his mouth. Their kisses were wet, tongues stroking, gazes locked, and the intimacy of the moment sent her careening into bliss. A moment later, he buried his face in the back of her neck and jerked inside her, finding his own release.
They lay there for a few minutes until he withdrew and murmured that he’d be back in a moment. He returned with a towel and a damp cloth and cleaned them up.
“Thanks.” She was debating whether to ask if she could stay when he climbed beneath the covers and patted the space beside him. “Are you sure?”
He smiled softly, and warmth unfurled within her. “One hundred percent. As long as you don’t mind slipping out before the boys see you.”
“I don’t.” After all, they’d arranged a dinner to talk to Hunter and Dylan about their relationship tomorrow, so hopefully, she’d never have to sneak out again.
She joined him in bed, and pure contentment washed over her when he drew her close. She’d never been brave enough to imagine having him all to herself like this, especially not with those photographs hanging over her head, but falling asleep to the sound of his breathing was absolute perfection.
