Claire stretches up a bit taller to pull my length all the way into her mouth. She seals her lips tight, dragging them up and down my wet flesh.
All the while, smiling up at me, stroking the base with her hands.
“Jesus, Claire…that feels so good.”
She half nods, then bobs her head up and down the length, driving me completely and totally out of my mind. I already feel that familiar pressure building, and can’t stop what’s about to happen.
“Let go, baby, or I’m gonna come right down your throat.”
She pulls me as deep as she can, then I hear…
That noise.
I come so hard I have to smash both hands against the tile wall for balance as I hear an actual growl reverberate from my throat and echo around us.
My right hand drops to her hair, pulling, thrusting into her pretty little face as I stare down into her bright smiling eyes.
She swallows every drop, then releases me, sitting back on her heels and smiling.
All I can do is stare at her for several blinks, unable to move. Then I bend down to scoop her up, pulling her under the hot water with me as I hold her close.
“Sweetie, that is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. You didn’t have to–”
“I wanted to,” she grins as a drop of water slides down that perfect nose. “And yes, that was super hot.”
I unwrap one of the tiny lemongrass soap bars, running my hands all over her satiny soft skin.
“I wish we could do this every day,” she says, as her fingers run along my arms, then around my waist.
I want to tell her that we can. That it’s just a matter of time. Is it too soon to share the depth of my feelings for her?
She takes hold of my shoulders, turning me away so that she can lather my back. Feeling her little hands cup my ass is both sexy and sweet. It’s fantastic and comforting to be able to care for each other like this.
I’ve never spent so much time simply touching a person before. The few times I’d dated way back when, the time together was fairly brief.
I couldn’t wait to sleep snuggled against Claire all night long.
Once I make sure that her perfect round breasts are as clean as they could possibly get, I shut off the water and step out to grab a giant towel. Wrapping her up tightly, I throw a towel around my waist and grab my clothes.
“Let’s sleep naked,” she says softly, walking back to the bed.
Tipping my head back and forth, I pretend to ponder seriously. “Well, if you promise to keep your hands to yourself, I guess we can try it.”
I turn out the lights and our towels hit the floor as we crawl into bed together. Claire shifts straight into my arms, her body fitting against mine perfectly.
“This is nice,” she murmurs against my chest.
“Yeah. Did you have a good night, sweetie?”
Her chin tips up to look at me in the dim light of the city outside the huge window. “Best night ever,” she says, poking my shoulder with every word for emphasis.
“Sweet dreams, gorgeous,” I whisper against her hair as she snuggles down into me as if I were a pillow instead of a wall of hard muscle.
As her breathing slows to a steady murmur, I stroke her back gently.
Looking down at her pretty face, so open and trusting as she surrenders to sleep, another level of deep, protective urges kicks in.
It doesn’t matter if I’m not absolutely, technically right for Claire. I need to be the one to take care of her. Cherish her. Protect her, and make her happy.
It has to be me.
Qualified or not. Perfect or not.
Because the thought of leaving the most important job in the world to anyone else is unbearable.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
~ Claire ~
Falling asleep on Shane’s warm chest as his hand strokes my hair is the most beautiful and natural thing in the world. Everything about it feels right.
I’m not sure how long I napped, but the hotel is silent when my eyes flick open. Twisting slightly, the bedside clock glows one-thirty-seven am.
Shane’s breath is a slow rumble under my ear, and I try to fall back asleep. But I can’t. My thighs brush together restlessly as my hand strokes his shoulder, his neck.
At first I thought that what we shared together was enough for tonight. Now my body has other ideas. I need more. Somehow I know I won’t be satiated until I’ve had him completely.
Maybe on some level I am going from zero to sixty too soon in the relationship.
But I’ve never been in a relationship before. I could blame inexperience, or the fact that he is just so sexy I can’t control myself. Or I could blame absolutely nothing, and simply own this moment.
My knee rubs against his thigh again, as I slowly nudge higher.
Am I a terrible person for wanting to wake him up right now? He’s a hard-working man who needs sleep. I should be ashamed of myself. Yet my fingers trail into the back of his hair as I press my entire body against his even tighter.
His breathing changes.
“Hey, sweetie,” his deep voice rumbles softly. “Why are you awake?”
“I need…” I can’t think of a polite way to finish that thought that doesn’t sound like begging.
“Tell me what you need, Claire.” His voice is darker. A very subtle, gentle command. Everything deep in my core twitches, as I feel the crevice between my legs feeling wet and open again.
“I need you,” I force myself to say.
“Baby,” he growls, rolling slightly so that he’s almost on top of me. Why does that feel so perfect? That’s just what I need. To be under him. To have him take control.
“It’s too soon,” he whispers while kissing across my forehead. “I don’t want to rush you.”
“It’s not rushing if we both want it,” I say, trying to sound reasonable.
His eyes sparkle in the dark as his hand runs down my side, making me moan. “You know I want to. I don’t think you could possibly believe how much I want you. But I don’t carry condoms on me at cocktail parties.”
I sit up slightly, reaching for my purse on the bedside table. He chuckles as I place a little foil packet on the bed beside us.
“My sweet girl has thought of everything, hasn’t she?”
I can barely hear him over the sound of my pulse pounding in my ears. His rough hands run across my skin with more purpose, as he shifts, lying on top of me.
Gasping, I feel the pressure of his thick, hard shaft pressing against me.
I adore the way his skin feels against mine. The way he touches me so tenderly, but with a strange hesitancy as if he’s being careful. Restraining himself.
I would never have thought I would be this comfortable with a naked man looming over me, but I am. My legs spread for him naturally as he looks down at me with a dark stare that could only be described as smoldering.
It makes my heart beat faster. I was making Shane smolder.
His hand slips around my hip to cradle my spread pussy as I quiver under him. The pad of his middle finger finds my little button immediately, grazing it gently.
Everything about him is so strong. So rigid. Unmoving. Yet he’s so tender that it makes me melt inside.
His hand shifts, his thumb replacing his middle finger so it can slip inside me. My long, quivering moan lights up his eyes.
“Every single sound you make drives me insane, sweetie,” he murmurs against my lips, as his mouth latches onto mine.
Something about this moment feels perfectly inevitable. It was meant to be from the first time I saw him walking down the street, checking out his butt. From the way he held my hand, and kept his arm around me at every possible moment.
I can feel my flesh soften and warm to his touch. Needing him. Needing all of him. A strange wave of pure feminine innocence washes through me, and I’m not sure why I find it arousing.
As my head tips back, Shane’s lips glide down my throat. “Tell me you’re mine,” his d
ark voice rasps.
“I’m yours.”
“Only mine?”
“Yes.”
His strange groan fills the room, sending a shudder through me that shakes me slightly underneath him.
His warmth is suddenly gone and I whimper, but then his tongue takes the place of his thumb, making me squeal with lust.
His tongue delicately drags along every fold, every curve. Then he splits my sex wide open, each stroke of his tongue bringing me closer to the edge.
With each lap, he pauses at my clit, digging in and teasing it with a little rubbing motion before starting again.
My fingers involuntarily thread through the hair at the back of his skull, holding him in position with his tongue latched against my nub. A deep chuckle shakes his shoulders as he digs in.
I realize that he wants me to come so I’m extra wet for him when he takes me. The idea has me quivering, knowing what’s next and wondering what it will be like.
“You’re so delicious, baby,” his hot breath stirs against me. “Let me hear it.”
My hips twist as I feel his finger slip inside me again. It’s too much. Too perfect. And I know it’s just the beginning.
My entire body twitches with urgency, as Shane’s sexy glance nearly undoes me completely. Then he winks.
“Sha...Shane,” I hear myself choke-gasp, Then I’m falling, flying, screaming his name and who knows what nonsense as the climax pulls me under and tosses me around.
The second I still, Shane rears up, grabs the packet, and slips the condom on. His cock is so hard and huge it looks ferocious. Dangerous.
Yet I’m not scared. It’s all…thrilling.
Pulling him against me desperately, his lips meet mine at the same instant the tip of his shaft gravitates to my soaking entrance.
I can feel his hesitation, the light pressure as he barely slips the thick head inside me.
“I’m sorry, sweetie,” he groans as he presses slightly deeper. “I’m sorry if it hurts.”
My blood is on fire, coursing through my system as my legs automatically wrap around him.
“I need more,” I whisper against his mouth. “I need everything.”
“I always want to be here to give you everything you need,” he rasps, sinking slowly deeper, inch by thick, hard, hot inch.
I wiggle my hips slightly, trying to arrange myself to make more room somehow. The feeling of being stretched wide open is completely erotic. My body opening for his.
Before my mind can take off and get weirdly poetic about the deep meaning of this perfect moment, his thumb finds my clit again.
“Breathe, baby,” he murmurs reassuringly.
My half nod seems to be enough encouragement, as he begins taking tiny, deliberate strokes.
My mouth falls open but no sound comes out. It’s unbelievable. It’s too much. Overpowering. Sensory input from far too many places at once.
And it feels so right.
“Yes,” I manage to whisper. “More.”
“You feel so perfect around me, baby,” Shane growls, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip. “I love that you’re so hot for me you can’t wait. You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?”
No, I certainly don’t. But I do know that his dirty talk is setting me on fire from the inside.
“I love what you’re doing to me,” I hear myself murmur, looking up to see such passion in his eyes.
My gruff, stoic man is getting in touch with his erotic side. Am I a good influence? Am I helping him get in touch with his physicality?
His strokes become longer as my tight tunnel opens for him. The pressure is incredible, and only hurts for a minute. Then the pain is replaced with a strangely delicious ache.
His hips tense, as my fingers clutch the back of his shoulders. “Yes,” I whine, trying to stop my head from thrashing back and forth. “More.”
Shane kisses me so hard and so deeply that my heart vibrates in my chest. His hands never stop stroking me everywhere, his thumbs grazing my nipple, his fingers digging into my waist.
“You’ve made me so goddamn hungry for you,” he groans, steadily pumping deeper.
“Good,” I choke out. “I need you hungry. I need you to want me.”
“Gorgeous, you have no idea.”
My body shakes from the force of his thrusts, the air around us becoming steamy.
The most handsome, incredible man I’ve ever seen is now possessing me completely, and my nervous system is too overloaded to process this much pleasure at once.
A spiraling tornado grows in my core, so powerful that I am almost afraid of what will happen when it is unleashed.
“I can feel your hot little pussy squeezing me,” Shane growls against my lips. “Can still taste you in my mouth. Your sexy body in my hands is too much. Come for me, gorgeous.”
As much as feeling my body about to lose control is incredibly hot, Shane’s dirty talk is even hotter.
Each deep stroke of his shaft fills me completely, as his thumb flicks faster. The pressure inside begins to spill over into golden rippling waves of pure heat.
I want to tell him that this is the most incredible moment of my life. I want to tell him how much he means to me, and how delighted I am that we are now completely together.
But the only thing I could choke out is, “Sha...Shane…yes…”
Luckily, he clearly got the message.
As my climax spirals around me, igniting every nerve, Shane grips me harder, his movements slowing, with a slightly erratic series of deep thrusts.
Then his deep, ominous growl vibrates through both of us and I feel a gush of liquid heat inside me, even through the condom.
“Claire,” he groans, still grinding deep. “My perfect sexy girl.”
Feeling him collapsing on top of me as if he were boneless is wild. He keeps most of his weight on his forearms so that he doesn’t crush me, and after a moment, rolls aside.
“Hold on, baby.”
Shane hurries to the washroom, coming back without the condom, but with a glass of water in his hand. He sits me up and makes me drink half of it before setting it aside.
“Thank you.”
His thumb skins my cheek bone lightly. “No, thank you, sweetie,” he whispers.
We snuggle back under the covers, as my hand wanders across his throat. Then I feel a half chuckle under my ear.
“When you write about this in your fancy journal, what are you going to say about tonight?” he breathes.
“The truth. That it was the most incredible night of my life. But I’m going to have to use the fancy fountain pen and the purple metallic ink.”
“Excellent,” he murmurs, kissing the top of my hair.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
~ Shane ~
My eyes snap open around quarter to seven every morning no matter what. Today, though, is the first morning in years I don’t jump out of bed to do some stretches and basic calisthenics.
Since I do a lot of lifting, bending, and weird things in my line of work, I always warm up my body before I do anything else. But this morning, waking with my adorable, sweet Claire in my arms, I’m plenty warm already.
I look at her, clinging to me like a vine around a tree, trying to maximize every single point of contact.
I honestly cannot believe that such a gorgeous girl seems so impossibly aroused every time I touch her. It’s magical. I don’t think I’ve ever considered anything magical in my life, but there it is.
This strange intangible feeling is too intense. Maybe I’m just not emotionally equipped to deal with things.
Like emotions.
I prefer things that I can take a hammer to. That I can bend and shape and buff into the form they are supposed to be in.
How the hell am I going to take care of this sweet girl’s heart? It’s so perfect.
For the moment, I can concentrate on the basics. Caring for her body, mind, and spirit, starting with breakfast.
Extremely slowly, I began e
asing away from her as gently as possible. It takes around five minutes, but I manage to replace my chest with a pillow, and slip out of bed without waking her.
Silently closing the washroom door behind me, I scrub my face and brush my teeth. My shirt and pants are still hanging on the towel rack, so I slip them on and find my phone.
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