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But now, the darkness felt like an embrace. The trees rustled above us, leaves tangling and branches twining together, the same way it felt as if Shaw and I were ever tangled more together.
He laid me down gently, his lips never leaving mine, his hands trailing down my body until they reached the hem of my shirt. He pulled away for a moment, looking into my eyes as if asking for permission.
I nodded, my breathing coming in short gasps as he pulled my shirt off, revealing my lacy bra. Shaw's eyes darkened with desire as he looked at me. He leaned down and began to kiss his way down my body, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.
Shaw was gentle and attentive, as if he was worshiping my body. Every touch, every kiss, made me feel like I was the most important person in the world. His hands explored every inch of my skin, his fingertips tracing patterns that left me shivering with pleasure. I moaned as he took my breasts in his mouth, his tongue sweeping over my sensitive nipples and circling them until my thighs clenched. But even as I wanted to throw my head back and close my eyes and get lost in the pleasure, I couldn't stop looking at the hard angles of his beautiful face.
Was I right in thinking I saw the true Shaw, when his own pack didn’t? He wasn't just a playboy, a charming guy who knew how to make women feel good. I'd never doubted Shaw could make me feel pleasure.
But he made me feel cherished.
Maybe he was just trying to keep me here, to prove I was his and not Stone's. But then he looked up at me, his eyes so full of love and tenderness, and the last cynical walls around my heart crumbled.
Somehow, that just felt like a painful, vulnerable ache, and yet I wanted more of him.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, pressing gentle kisses across my stomach.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him up to kiss me again. I didn't want to talk. I felt too much to even try to talk. For now, I wanted to lose myself in his touch, in the feel of his skin against mine.
"Shaw," I whispered between kisses, and reached for him, cupping him through his jeans. "I want you."
His eyes darkened as if those words drove him to as much of a peak as my touch.
"You have me," he promised. "You always will."
And yet even as he said the words, I was pulling away. It was an impossible promise. People don't always get to choose to stay, no matter how much they want to.
No, I didn't need to think about that tonight.
As the two of us separated, I instantly missed his touch. The leaves crunched beneath me with the faintest movement, and the cool rush of night air pebbled my nipples as he stepped away from me.
I watched him in the moonlight, taking in the beauty of his body. He was so tall and lean, with hard muscles that rippled as he moved, stripping off his t-shirt. He slid his jeans down his hips, exposing the dark happy trail, the angle of his lean hips. His lips curved up slightly, as if it pleased him to watch me watching him.
He cupped himself, stroking himself as he watched me admire him. My core clenched with a sensation that was warm and deep. Then the sensation spread through my veins, turned the world heady and sweet, and I craved more. More of him.
He came back to me, and I reached for him, pulling his hips toward me.
We rolled together, the leaves soft and cool beneath us, the dark night air cool against our skin and yet the heat of our bodies was like a cloak that cocooned us together. I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of his hips resting against mine, and the forest around us took on a life of its own.
His lips caressed my throat, tender even though he was obviously wild for me; when I gripped his thick cock in one hand, he let out a rumble deep in his chest that I felt through his body.
He pressed himself against me, sliding through the slick between my thighs.
When I rocked my hips up, he slid in deep. I whimpered as I was stretched open, the intrusion overwhelming and delicious at the same time. I gripped his shoulders, urging him in deeper.
"Amelia," Shaw whispered.
I gasped as he pulled back, the sensation of our bodies separating almost painful. And yet, there was an aching need in me, the knowledge that I would never be able to get enough of him.
Shaw moved above me, rubbing his thumb against my clit, and then thrust into me again, adding a roll of his hips at the end that drove the tip of his cock against my inner spot.
I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, wanting to be closer to him. "Amelia," he gasped, his hand fisted in my hair. He tugged at my hair, sending electric impulses straight down my spine. "You feel so good."
I thrilled at the feeling of him sliding inside me, at the way his body molded to mine. We fit together perfectly, as if it had been meant to be.
Shaw's eyes drifted shut and his lips parted as he kept up the rhythm that made pleasure tighten every muscle of mine. His lips brushed against my skin, setting my nerve endings on fire. He kept a steady rhythm, driving me higher and higher until I felt I couldn’t bear the delicious tension rippling through my muscles, but there was no way I would ever want to stop.
This was where I was meant to be.
