Falling Into Right

by Sharon Kay

  She swallowed and covered his hand with hers. “Home with you.” The words fell from her lips before she could overthink them. Another time, they may have sounded too bold, but that line had already been crossed.

  The intensity rolling off him seared her, and she knew he was right there with her. “Best words I heard all damn day.” He got up and held out his hand.

  She took it, and just the small touch sent a jolt of heat through her. His hands weren’t smooth, but they’d been magic on her skin. Memories flooded back of how his powerful body felt on top of hers and the hungry look in his eyes that said she was the only woman in the world.

  They navigated the crowd around the bar until they reached the gap, which Rosie had closed off with a folding slab of counter material.

  She spotted them and went to Denver, who was lying down with heavy eyes. But with a quick pat from Rosie, he was up and trotting to Shane. “Bye, now.” Rosie grinned. “Nice meetin’ you, Becca.”

  “You too.” Becca waved.

  He held her hand as they walked past dozens of people who glanced at Shane in recognition. She noticed a few stares from women who gazed in blatant appreciation then slid curious glances to her. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was Shane choosing her, but Becca looked each covetous female in the eye. She was going home with Shane Marlow. And dear god, she could hardly wait.

  He helped her into the truck, then climbed in his side. She watched him unabashedly, the way his body moved, so strong and effortless. Inside, he didn’t even wait a breath before he threaded a hand into her hair and pulled her toward him. “Need that sexy mouth,” he rumbled.

  She slid a hand to his thigh as she leaned into him, greedy for anything he wanted to do to her. His lips were a warm sensual pressure as they covered hers, sparking a need that blocked out everything else. She didn’t care if they were in a parking lot where everyone knew him. All she knew was the fierce arousal that rolled off him and drew her in deep. His other hand settled at her hip, possessive and promising.

  The tease of his tongue on her lips made her whole body ache with a need born of knowing what this man could do, and knowing he could likely do even more to drive her wild and make her forget everything except him.

  His knuckles skated up her ribs, caressing the swell of her breast and making her gasp. “N-No fair,” she whispered.

  “I can’t wait to get you home,” he growled into her mouth. His fingers hooked into the vee at her cleavage. “Get this damn top off you.”

  His warm hand between her breasts was too much. Her brain fizzled. “Then fire this thing up already.” She barely got the words out, aware that her accent shifted into full Southern belle. Fire came out like fahr, and thing was more like thang. But god. She couldn’t think when he touched her.

  He pulled back and traced her jaw. “Buckle up, babe.”

  She did, then he grabbed her hand and placed it back on his thigh as the truck roared to life and out of the parking lot. Dark farm fields zoomed by in her peripheral vision and a crescent moon hung ahead of them in the velvet sky. Their perfect country night was going to get even better.

  Unable to resist touching him, Becca caressed her way up his thick bicep and shoulder. Hard muscles. Dark, powerful energy radiating off him. So damn hot.

  Five minutes later, they were pulling into his driveway. He navigated past his work SUV with ease to park the truck in the garage, and removed her hand from his shoulder but didn’t let go. “I’m five seconds from taking you right here in the front seat.”

  She sucked in a shaky breath. That wouldn’t be so bad, but she grabbed the passenger side handle with her right hand and cracked her door open. “Race you.” She bolted out of the truck.

  She was vaguely aware of him moving, but unfortunately for her, the door to the house was on his side of the truck. She barely made it around the back bumper when he caught her by the waist and pushed her against the old metal side. “Love that you wanna play, babe.” He pinned her hands behind her and bent to kiss her neck. “But games are gonna have to wait.” He abruptly bent his knees, and in one fluid motion, she was up and over his shoulder, ass in the air, head down between his shoulder blades. Smack! His hand came down on her rear.

  He stalked into the house, somehow managing not to bump either of them. Beneath her, Denver’s black and tan form padded into the house. The door slammed. His boots came off, though he never stopped moving through the kitchen. Strong hands slid up her calves, finding the zippers on her own boots and tugging.

  With a metallic scrape, her legs were cooler, and her feet were free from their leather confines. Her black boots hit the linoleum floor before it changed to the beige carpet of the front room.

  Then whoosh. She was right side up and slowly sliding down the muscular wall of his chest until her feet touched the stairs.

  With her hands linked behind his neck, she clung to him, belatedly realizing she was better able to meet his mouth because he’d set her on a step higher than his.

  She leaned in for a greedy kiss as he palmed her ass. Big warm hands squeezing her, pulling her tightly against him. Those hands…god, she needed them everywhere, right this second. She let go of his neck and yanked at her denim jacket sleeves, needing the thing off along with every darn scrap of her clothing.

  He grabbed the denim and it was gone. Without a pause, his hands went to her waist and slipped under the hem of her top. She sighed at the hot, rough touch of his fingers on her skin. “Shane…”

  He flexed his hips into her, gripping her waist so she couldn’t move. The hardness of his shaft pressed into her lower belly, making her giddy with the knowledge of how much he wanted her. And she couldn’t resist touching him. She slid a hand down over his groin, stroking over the denim.

  With a growl, he tugged her top up. She raised her arms so he could remove it completely. Hungry eyes settled on her breasts, on full display in the lace demi bra she’d picked out.

  “Becca, Christ, you’re so damn beautiful.” He cupped her and bent to kiss the upper swells of her breasts, sliding a finger under one shoulder strap.

  “Need your clothes off,” she whispered, unbuttoning his shirt as fast as she could. She only got halfway down when he grabbed at the back and yanked it over his head.

  She let out a breath at the chiseled perfection of his chest and the hard definition of his abs. Kissing his sternum, she skimmed her hands up to his shoulders. Every part of him was so strong, so perfect. She loosened the button on his jeans and slipped her fingers just inside the waistband, while she caressed his denim-covered erection with the other.

  “Becca.” His voice was low and rough. He folded down the lace cups of her bra, exposing her aching nipples.

  He didn’t touch her right away, just stared at her like she was something exquisite. Slowly, he dragged a finger along each heavy side curve of her breast, inching closer to the middle. Anticipation made her lower belly ache.

  With a wicked grin, he skimmed over the tips of her breasts. Her whole body jerked. Liquid heat pooled between her legs, and she writhed against him. She clutched his biceps to steady herself. Her breath came in short bursts as he gently stroked the sensitive undersides.

  “Shane,” she murmured, arching her back until her aching nipples found relief against his hard chest.

  He gazed down at her, his blue eyes dark and lips parted. “Need you right now, baby.”

  “Ye—” She didn’t get the word out before he spun her around. But instead of marching her up the stairs, he undid her button and zipper with lightning speed. Strong hands pushed her jeans over her hips, and cool air swirled behind her as he knelt, peeling the tight fabric all the way down. With deft movements, he tugged them off.

  Warm lips kissed a path up the back of her thighs. His hands slid up the side of her legs, possessive and sure. Her eyes slid closed in surrender.

  She whimpered
as he straightened and didn’t let go of her, fingers skimming up her hips, over her stomach, and to her breasts again. Warm breath feathered over her neck as his teeth found her earlobe and clamped gently. She leaned back against him, and he rolled her nipples between his fingertips.

  She panted from the sensory overload. He played with her body, and locked in place, she utterly melted. All she could do was breathe, and even that was questionable. He dipped a hand down her abdomen, sliding lower until he stroked over her panties. God, yes.

  He moved in slow circles, delving deep between her legs and then back up, always on top of the lace. She reached her arms back and linked them behind his neck, opening her body fully. She pushed her rear against him, grinding against his hardness, needing to make him as crazy as he made her.

  He let out a growl. Metal clinked as his belt and zipper came undone, then fabric swooshed against the backs of her legs as his pants dropped. A rip of foil came next.

  She released his neck and moved her foot to step up, but he grabbed her hip. Too lost in lust to do anything but what he wanted, she stopped. “Upstairs?”

  “Not gonna make it.” He moved up to her step and nudged her legs apart. The dusting of hair that covered his muscled abs and lower met the skin of her bottom.

  “Not…” Oh.

  Oh my god.

  His hand caressed up her back until he reached her shoulder blades, then he pressed down gently. She braced herself on the stairs in front of her.

  He stroked her ass and pulled her thong to one side. “You ready for me, Becca?”

  “Yes.” She’d been ready all week.

  His blunt head nudged inside and they both groaned.

  “Shane,” she whispered.

  He slid in and out with short strokes, teasing her like he did before. This angle was so much more dominant, and she felt every delicious bit of friction as he pumped. She peeked over her shoulder and nearly forgot to breathe again.

  His expression was determined and hungry as he looked down at their connection. He gripped her hips, and she knew he’d move her when and how he wanted to. Catching her stare, he flashed her a sinful grin and plunged in to the hilt. She gasped as his thickness filled her.

  She arched her back and slowly lifted her torso. Laying one hand on the bannister, she stretched the other up behind his neck, curving herself as best she could to take all of him in and hold on tight at the same time.

  He slid a hand around to cup one breast, then the other. God, his hands were magic. With half closed eyes she took in the dark staircase ahead of them, and the room below in her peripheral vison.

  Stair sex with Shane Marlow. Oh my god. Her skin tingled everywhere he touched, from his hand at her hip that alternately caressed and then held her tight, to his fingertips skimming over her nipples.

  His hips slammed her ass, making her breasts bounce, and she felt it deep in her core. His hard length tunneled deeper and more possessively than any man ever had.

  “Ah, fuck, baby,” he groaned as his pace increased. “So fuckin’ tight.” His hand dropped to her panties, delving inside.

  She gasped in relief at his touch. The rough pads of his fingers slid along her overheated flesh, sliding over her clit in a sensual pattern. Behind her, he kept up his pace. His arm across her torso locked her in place. She dropped her head back against his shoulder and let rational thought go poof. Her whole existence distilled down to her and Shane.

  He dipped his head to nuzzle the delicate skin below her ear. “What do you want, baby?”

  “You. Just you.” Sensation fired across her skin at the timbre of his voice, the tickle of his stubbled jaw on her neck. “Don’t stop.”

  His fingers changed to a new pattern, equally devastating and getting her hotter. Her breath came faster and tiny moans escaped her lips. Her orgasm built as he worked her body. When he took her lobe between his teeth, the first tremor ripped through her.

  “That’s it. Come for me, Becca.”

  She gasped as her core shuddered around him. She squeezed her eyes shut, lost to everything but the waves of pleasure that threatened to buckle her knees.

  But it wouldn’t matter. Shane had her.

  And somehow, she knew it wasn’t just physically.

  Becca’s quivering body was going to pull Shane over the edge. But damn, he wanted this to last longer. He slowed his pace even though his cock throbbed, eager to keep pounding her sweet ass.

  Breath sawed in and out of her lungs. Her hands gripped his arm across her front, holding on like she needed the support. “Shane,” she murmured, her voice a sated, sexed-out siren call that he realized he wanted to hear again and again.

  “Feel good?” He lifted one hand to his lips and kissed it.

  “God. Good is not an adequate word.”

  He chuckled and rocked his hips into her. “You can think on it.”

  “I’ll be thinkin’ for a while.”

  He kissed the heated skin between her shoulder blades. She was too damn sexy and adorable all at once. “Becca.” He nipped her shoulder. “Hang on.”

  Shifting his hands to her hips, he held her tight and quickened his rhythm. Becca leaned forward, bracing her hands on the steps. This changed his angle and his view. And damn if seeing her heart-shaped ass bent over for him didn’t yank him right back to that edge.

  Soft sighs came from her as she took everything he gave her. Her heat gripped him in the most perfect velvet vise he’d ever felt. His senses overloaded with this woman. Everything else left his mind. His cock throbbed as he slammed into her, every stroke through her tightness both relief and anticipation. More of her. He’d take as much of her as he could. And maybe that was greedy, but he’d never wanted anyone like this.

  “Shane…” She purred his name with the Southern drawl that she was usually good at covering up. The way she said it now, her voice was a stroke to his dick.

  His world exploded as he came with a roar, slamming her even harder, but hell if he could hold back. She’d undone him completely.

  Tiny gasps came from her as his body pushed hers relentlessly. He rode out the last wave on a low curse. “Damn, woman.”

  She glanced over her shoulder at him, and a grin tilted her pouty lips. “You look… satisfied.”

  “Yeah?” Air filled his lungs as if they’d just remembered what they were supposed to do. “Guess that’s good. But that isn’t the right word for it.”

  “No? Then what is?”

  “I’ll think on it.” He winked and dropped a kiss to her spine before slowly pulling out. Together they walked up the stairs to his bedroom. He ducked into the master bath to dispose of the condom and then joined Becca in his bed.

  She curled into his side and draped her leg over his. “My legs feel like jelly.”

  “Now, that’s a good way to put it.” He ran a hand down her side. “I’ll make you feel like that any day you want.” But for the way she made him feel, he had no words. It went beyond satisfied, because to him, that implied something physical. And though the sex between him and Becca was hot as hell, a powerful undercurrent had snuck its way into their vibe. Not one he had ever been looking for, but one that nestled in with quiet precision.

  Thank god she had been in the courthouse that day and had fallen down in front of him because as he held her now, he couldn’t imagine going back to things pre-Becca.

  She traced a finger down his sternum. “Don’t forget my bag in my car.”

  “Right. I’ll grab that and pull the Prius into the driveway.” He leaned down to press a swift kiss to her lips. “And seriously. You can keep some stuff here.”

  A delighted smile lit her face. “Okay.”

  He got up, threw on some clothes, and headed downstairs. Denver trotted outside with him and inspected Becca’s car. Shrugging, Shane opened the passenger door and the dog hopped in. “This’ll be a
short ride, boy. Good thing ’cause this car’s too small for you and me.”

  Denver peered into the back seat but stayed in the front. Shane chuckled as he pulled the Prius behind his work SUV. “Yeah, that back seat’ll probably hold groceries and not much else.” He reached back to grab Becca’s bag, and they exited the car.

  Shane headed toward the front door,while Denver took a diversion at the maple tree in the front yard. Pausing, Shane glanced up and down his street and breathed deeply of the crisp fall air. That letter still pissed him the hell off. But Becca was naked in his bed, sweet and warm and sexy, and he was done thinking about anything but her for tonight.

  Vroom! An engine revved a block away, breaking the quiet night. Bright lights flicked on and an SUV roared down the street. “That fucker.” Denver whirled and faced the street. Shane strode toward the curb and the thing raced by. He could get the license plate—

  Shit. The back plate had been covered with one of those tinted covers. All Shane got was the Chevy symbol on the rear. He shook his head, deciding that on his next walk with Denver, he’d ask if any of the neighbors had seen this car before.

  He had no patience for people who thought it was fine to be an asshole. Not in his town, on his street, or with the woman upstairs, who was becoming more important to him every time he looked at her.

  Chapter 26

  Slam! Thump! Slam! Becca pounded the last of her potatoes into soft pulp, then gave a few extra whacks for good measure. She made sure to leave a few lumps. To her, lumps said “homemade mashed potatoes” more than anything.

  In her oven, a pot roast simmered aromatically into its third hour of cooking. She’d ended up leaving work a little early for a Wednesday. Having worked Sunday, she was ahead on her hours for the week. She had the carrots, mushrooms, and other ingredients on hand for the slow-cooking treat. Shane hadn’t hesitated at her invitation to join her for dinner.

  The gorgeous fall days had rolled into October, leaving September in a pile of hazy memories. She’d met Shane. God. He’d entered her life like a wind that started out as a subtle breeze and quickly turned into something so forceful that she could lean in to him and let him hold her up.