Passionate Kisses 2 Boxed Set: Love in Bloom

by Magda Alexander

  “Hey now. Am I losing you?” Shane asked, squeezing her thigh.

  Rowan smiled a sultry smile at him and shook her head. “Quite the contrary, Shane. You have me. I feel like I’m finally showing up to the party.”

  Pulling the car into the lot, he looked over at her, his eyes flashing when they connected with hers.

  “Good,” he said, gruffly, “About time, too.”

  Jumping out, he came around to her side while she opened her door and reached in to help her out. Once again, he placed his hand right at the base of her spine, sending shivers up and down her body. She couldn’t help the smile that crept across her face.

  Once through the door, Shane pounced on her. Twisting her hands into his short hair brought a thrill all its own, so silky and short, but what really sent her into orbit was the way his body quivered under her touch. His hands wrapped around her head, holding her close. His mouth devoured her, while his marauding tongue searched the inside of hers.

  Rowan opened for him and moaned when she felt his hot tongue slide inside her mouth. His hands pressed her yet closer to him, smoothing down her body and pressing her pelvis into his hard length.

  “Naked. Now,” he demanded.

  She didn’t hesitate, already ripping off her dress and sliding her panties down her legs. Shane clawed at the clasp of her bra and launched it off of her. He stepped back, admiring her naked body.

  “Goddamn, Rowan. Nothing better. Nothing goddamn better than you naked.” He spoke as if she wasn’t even in the room.

  “Um. You naked would be a good start,” she told him, hoping to snap him out of his reverie.

  Shane didn’t have to be told twice. He slipped his shoes off while unbuckling his pants. While he slipped his pants down, he tossed his shirt aside, leaving him in his underwear.

  She swallowed hard. Nothing would have prepared her for seeing him naked like that. Yeah, she had seen him before, but each and every time took her breath away. His erection was straining against the cotton, making her hands itch to hold him.

  “Jesus. You are by far the sexist man I have ever laid eyes on. I can’t believe I’m here with you,” she breathed out, trying to calm her blood.

  “Believe me, baby. I feel the same way about you,” he told her as he crossed the room, closing the gap between them.

  This time he wrapped his large hand around the base of her neck and the other around her waist. Rowan shivered while her blood flashed hot. Her hands flew down to unleash him. She needed him raw, just like she was. He needed to be completely bare and at her mercy.

  She dropped to her knees, wrapping her hand around his cock. God, it was so beautiful! And big. Jesus. Her hand looked tiny next to him. There was no way she was going to get the entire thing in her mouth; instead she licked from root to tip, listening to Shane moan.

  When she felt bolder, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and took him in. She could get about half inside her mouth, but she felt her teeth scrape across the sides of his length. She knew that wasn’t good, so she tried again. Soon she was using her lips to cover her teeth and found a nice rhythm with her mouth and hands.

  Whatever she was doing seemed to be working for Shane. He hadn’t spoken a word since she pulled him into her mouth. His hands were on either side of her head and his hips were moving slowly. When she stole a glance at his face, she saw that his eyes were closed and he had the most amazing look of ecstasy on his face. Rowan had never seen a man look like that before. He held nothing back.

  When she felt his balls tighten, she knew he was close. He moaned again and thrust harder into her. A thrill shot through her system at the thought of him coming in her mouth. She opened wider, trying to take more of him in. He growled.

  “Rowan. I’m going to come. If you don’t want me to, you gotta stop, baby. I can’t stop it,” He spat out, sounding as if the words were painful.

  She took more of him in, this time almost all of him, and slowly drew him out. Over and over again, slow and steady, soft and hard.

  “Oh God. Yes. Fuucckk!” Shane roared as the first hot liquid of his release spilled out of him. She liked the taste and sucked harder. More leaked out and she swallowed all of it. He was breathing heavy, his knees were collapsing. She finally let him go and stood up, guiding him to the couch.

  He sat, pulling her on top of him, burying his head in her hair. She felt so safe wrapped in his arms, surrounded by his body. His hands roamed her slowly while his breathing steadied. With each pass he got closer and closer to the very core of her. She was still wet, still fired up, her nerves on fire, and she shivered uncontrollably with his touch.

  He held her close and teased her with his magic hands. Soon she couldn’t take it anymore and lay her head on his chest, her body still draped across his, open and exposed to him.

  “Hmm. I like this,” he said under his breath.

  His hands roamed over her breasts and down her sides, running up and down her flat stomach. Finally, his fingers found her curls and brushed down her folds. She felt his finger dip inside and come out wet, causing Shane to growl.

  “Please,” she begged, her single plea as his hands drifted away from her again. He chuckled and came back to her. His hands brushed against her once again and a fire rose from between her legs to the top of her head while a moan, low and deep, ripped out of her.

  His fingers found her entrance and his thumb found her clit. She convulsed as two fingers slide inside of her. When his thumb scraped across her clit her hips flew off of him, and she cried out.

  He held her down and did it again. And again. With every swipe, an electric force built inside of her. His fingers thrust in and out of her, harder and harder, coating her inner thighs with her wetness. With every pass of his thumb it felt as if she was being touched with a live wire. The pleasure was so intense, she could feel the blood rushing in her ears. Her toes curled and she knew she was close now.

  “Shane,” she said or moaned, she couldn’t tell which, “Oh God.” The pleasure took over, the electricity rose from her toes and spread deliciously throughout her entire body.

  “Yeeessss!” she cried.

  Sweat misted her body and her hips moved on their own, thrusting into his hands. The blood in her ears sounded like a freight train as her orgasm roared through her body, finally leaving her slack and panting, still spread out on top of Shane.

  *****

  A Sex Goddess, that’s what she was-Aphrodite was on top of him, panting and moaning. He couldn’t believe it. He was the luckiest guy on the planet! And, he was rock hard again. Shane ran his hands up and down her lean legs, feeling her soft skin and toned muscle underneath his fingertips.

  When he thought she could move, he helped her sit up and led her to the bedroom. He needed to be inside of her, that was his heaven. Never had anything felt so all consuming before. He needed it more than an addict needed his next fix.

  Rowan still looked a little blown away, so he paused in the bedroom and wrapped his arms around her small, perfect body. Inhaling her scent filled him with more hope and optimism than a thousand Christmas mornings. This woman held the key to life and he knew that his would never be the same.

  “Rowan,” he whispered into her ear, “Let me make love to you tonight. Please,” he begged her.

  She went slack on him and buried her head in his chest. Slowly, she nodded, and he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Gently placing her on the sheet, his eyes roamed her body as she lay there. When their eyes collided, he was taken aback with the amount of heat and emotion he saw reflected back at him. It was clear she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  Without waiting any longer, Shane leaned down on top of her, using his knee to open her legs. He took one hand and slipped on the condom and then found the place he needed most. With one swift push, he was inside heaven.

  “Oh God!” slipped out before he could stop himself. There was just nothing better than right now, right here.

  Slowly at first, he started
to move, finding a nice, solid rhythm. Watching her eyes, so big and trusting, it felt as if he could see straight to her soul. She was opening up to him, giving him a guarded piece of herself. His insides burned and his cock jumped inside of her with the thought. Her eyes widened in surprise and she smiled.

  That was it. Shane was a goner. He knew he couldn’t take much more. She was just too damn perfect. He dropped his head and closed his eyes, letting his hips take over. He could hear Rowan’s heavy breathing and moaning.

  “I’m not going to last, baby. It’s just too damn good with you,” he groaned.

  Rowan sat up slightly, causing his angle to change, allowing him to go deeper. She propped herself on her elbows and dropped her head back. Goddamn Aphro-fucking-dite.

  “Right there,” she said as she lifted her hips slightly when he slammed into her, “Oh God, right there.”

  He watched her as her orgasm built, desperately trying to hold off his own, waiting for her.

  “Harder,” she moaned.

  “Fuck!” Shane gave up holding back and slammed her hard, over and over again. He felt the tingles rise along his spine and his balls tighten. There was nothing he could do to stop his own orgasm now; he just prayed she got there fast enough.

  “Yes,” she yelled out, “That’s it.”

  He couldn’t hear anything else as the roar in his ears took over and he emptied inside of her.

  After a few minutes, maybe an hour, he slid out of her and got up to take care of the condom. When he came back to bed, Rowan lay there sound asleep, her beauty spilling onto the sheets. Walking back into the living room, he got some water and looked for their clothes, chuckling a little when he could only find her underwear. Leaving hers next to her side of the bed, he went back to his side, turning off all the lights and slipping underneath the covers to spoon the vixen beauty that now shared his bed.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The phone rang out in the darkened room. Shane groaned and tried to ignore it, but it wouldn’t stop. He felt Rowan sit up.

  “Shane, answer the phone so it’ll shut up already,” she said, groping around.

  “Shit,” he cursed and sat up, grabbing the damn device. “This had better be good.”

  “Rob needs you. I’m outside your door. Get your ass up and come outside,” Justin’s voice jolted Shane out of his slumber.

  “Yeah. You bet. Give me two minutes,” he said, much more alert than a second before.

  “Is this going to be a regular thing with you? ‘Cause it sorta sucks,” she said with a sleepy smile on her face.

  He leaned over and kissed her. “Naw. Just while Rob is working this case, shit comes up.”

  He leapt out of bed and grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt. Dressing quickly, he checked his gun, then picked up his phone and keys. Leaning over one more time to kiss Rowan before heading out the door, he found she was already asleep, so he kissed her lightly on the lips and walked out.

  Justin was waiting for him just outside. Without speaking, they walked toward the parking lot, Justin taking the lead heading to his truck. Shane nodded as he got in the passenger seat while Justin started the engine.

  “What’s going down?”

  “Same shit as always. Rob’s got some room in a house he wants to see what’s inside, and there are three guys in the house at all times,” Justin answered.

  “Great. You dragged my ass out of bed for another fucking pot farm.” Shane laughed, shaking his head.

  *****

  Rowan woke with a start, her hair on the back of her neck standing up. Someone was in the apartment and the way her body was reacting, it wasn’t Shane. Without moving, she listened to the silence. As soon as she thought it was just a dream she heard the distant sound of a door slowly clicking shut.

  Definitely not Shane. Footsteps sounded off the walls, nothing that would have woken her up, but now that she was awake and listening, she could hear their uneven fall. She got up and grabbed her underwear while looking for the rest. Damn it, she’d undressed in the living room.

  Looking around the room, Rowan searched for anything that could help her. Shane took his phone and she didn’t have one. There was one in the office; she needed to make it to the office. Without thinking more about what she was wearing, she slipped out of the bedroom to make her way down the hall.

  The intruder was not nearly as quiet as Rowan was. He was creeping around the kitchen. She could make out his outline. He, too, seemed to be searching for something, opening cabinets and rummaging through them. Every once in awhile he would pause and wipe his forehead as if he was sweating a lot.

  Excellent. Rowan had some crazy SOB, high on something, looking for chocolate in the goddamn kitchen. As she turned to head into the office, her eye caught the distant flash of metal in the back of his pants. Oh, it gets even better. The guy is carrying.

  Slipping into the office, she closed the door. She waited a few seconds to see if he noticed the click of the latch bolt, but she couldn’t hear him moving around and figured he was still in the kitchen looking for snacks. Making her way to the phone, she picked it up and dialed 911.

  “State your emergency, please,” the dispatcher answered in her bored, I-do-this-all-day-long voice. She guessed it was supposed to be soothing, but it was just irritating.

  Rowan spoke softly but clearly, stating her address and apartment number. Whenever the dispatcher tried to interrupt her, she talked over her. She whispered calmly into the phone, telling her that there was an intruder in her apartment going through her kitchen and that he was armed. And then, without waiting for the operator to ask her more questions, she hung up.

  Looking around the room for help, she noticed a pile of toys left over from when the kids were here. Walking over to assess what treasures they had left behind, she found a toy gun. Picking it up, she stared at it. It was all black and looked just like the real thing, except the bright orange tip at the end. That tip glinted off the light, calling out to anyone within 50 feet that this was a toy. Damn.

  Looking around again for something better, her head started spinning. She could do this. She did it a hundred times before. She had the element of surprise; she could just come out of this room and disarm him. She knew how. But-she shuddered at the thought. She did not want to go back to that headspace. Did not want to fall back on her training. She hated the training.

  A bump from the other room brought her back to the present moment. There was an armed man in this apartment and she needed get her shit together, right now. Listening, she could hear him walking down the hall, he was not quiet, not even in the least, making her wonder if he had checked the bedroom and decided he was alone.

  He was headed this way, that she was sure of. She could hear his footsteps in the hall right outside. Shit shit shit. Rowan looked at the toy gun in her hand and heard the man getting closer. She stopped thinking and just reacted. Putting the plastic orange ring in her mouth, she bit down hard. When she felt it crack, she bit down again, feeling the bits of sharp plastic in her mouth.

  Spitting into her hand, she looked at the gun. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better than a neon orange ring blowing her cover. Putting her ear to the door, she waited. Listening to the sounds in the hall, her body tensed up. All her muscles were getting ready for a fight, adrenaline pumping in her bloodstream like a fire hose, and she was having a hard time staying calm. Waiting. This was the part that always tripped her up in training. As soon as she had a plan and felt that surge into her blood, she wanted to go. To get it over with.

  This time though, she waited. She needed to surprise him at the perfect moment. She went through her training, reviewed her options, and felt the moment she was ready. She could have been in the Arena, or even the Big House, it didn’t matter now, she was ready. The door handle twitched. He was right outside this door, about to come in. She pressed her body to the doorframe and watched the handle. Slowly, it moved and the door opened a hair’s breadth. Swinging the door open, she stepped in fron
t him, gun to his forehead.

  “Holy Shit!” the guy squeaked, jerking back his head.

  “Hi, asshole. You’re in the wrong house,” Rowan barked at him.

  “Jesus, are you naked?” he asked, his eyes roaming across her chest.

  “Turn around, motherfucker. Or I’ll kill you right now.” Once again, she barked out her commands in the deepest voice she had.

  His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t move.

  She stared him down and moved her hands, as if she was balancing the gun and aiming. Real guns were heavy and weighted just so with a full clip. This one was plastic and weighed about three ounces. She hoped she pulled it off.

  The guy slowly turned around, bringing his hands up.

  She slipped the gun out of his pants.

  “What the fuck you need this for, asshole? You steal this from your daddy?” She picked it up and looked at it. Glock 17, just like her old one. With a full clip inside, if she wasn’t mistaken. One in the chamber.

  “You always walk around other people’s homes with a fully loaded gun? What a fucking idiot. Walk.” Rowan marched him back to the front room. She still held the fake gun at him, but kept ahold of his, just in case.

  When they got to the front room, she stopped him and told him to open the curtain. She knew, or at least hoped, that the cops were coming, and she wanted them to know exactly what apartment they were needed in. He complied.

  “Now lie down,” she barked.

  “No fucking way, lady. I’m walking outta here,” he said as he started to turn toward her.

  Reacting quickly, she hit him on the head with his loaded gun. He went down like a solid mass, hitting the floor with a loud thump. With one hand she released the clip and let it fall just to her left. She still had one in the chamber; that was all she really needed anyway. She dropped the toy gun and kicked out his hands and feet, keeping the gun aimed at his head. She stood just outside his strike zone. He was out, but he might wake up. She knew that trick and this time she would be ready.