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  He leaves me only to whisper, “We are going to go into your bedroom and I’m going to make love to you.”

  Now that makes me laugh. I have never had someone say that to me. Have sex? Yes. Get it on? Yes. But never, never, have I had someone say they are going to make love to me. He smiles into my lips, stopping my laugh as he takes my breath away with a long, passionate kiss. It’s like Shane knows how to ignite a fire within me and I fall into his chest, his arms going under my butt and he stands from the couch holding me, my lips not wanting to leave his.

  I only break away from the kiss when he starts to walk towards my room, and I lean my chin on his shoulder finally opening my eyes. The fire is roaring, the tree is twinkling and my shirt is hanging over the arm of the couch. When Shane reaches my doorway Bullet perks up from his bed, his ears forward as he’s used to running and jumping in my bed when I turn in.

  “Oh, I guess we’re upsetting my dog.” I look into the magnificent green eyes as he turns to look at me, kissing me then looking back out into the living room.

  “Sorry, boy. But you’ll be warmer by the fire.” Shane says, turning back to my room when Bullet lays back down, his head on his paws. “Now where were we?” He says into my ear, his fingers gripping the back of my neck and turning me into his kiss.

  This time it’s not hesitant. It’s not searching. It’s demanding. The grip he has on my neck not loosening till my back hits my flannel sheets. In only a second his thumbs are hooked in the waist band of my yoga pants and he sweeps them down, hesitating only to playfully bite at my ankle bone, making me laugh and he finally pulls my pants from my body.

  In this moment, watching him in the dim light filtering in from the living room, I decide I’m not going to be the damsel tonight. I spring up to my knees, grabbing the t-shirt I leant him at the bottom hem and shove it up his body, letting my finger nails drag along his defined six pack. They tense and twitch, his hand cupping my cheek and his thumb roughly running along my bottom lip before he lifts his arms to let me finish pulling the material up and off.

  His hand runs into my hair, tugging my head back to meet his lips crashing down. I run my fingers along his waist band and he groans into my mouth, pulling me closer and tightening his grip in my hair. I yank the sweats down to his knees and return to his lips, his hands moving all over my torso, one unsnapping my bra while the other pulls it free tossing it; his touch is setting me on fire all over again when he cups my bare breasts, kneading them.

  He leans down, his lips leaving me wanting so much more when they travel down my neck. His lips surround my right nipple just as his hands cup my ass, lifting me off my knees and tossing me onto my back and I let out a little screech of surprise. His lips curl into a smile as he continues his assault on my breasts, moving from one to the other. His fingers loop into my panties and I hear the material tear a little when he pulls them down.

  “Oh, Lord,” I laugh and he joins me, moving up my body to rest over me, his warm breath causing goosebumps to spread from every spot his lips touch me. Finally his eyes meet mine, the green depths peering into me like I’ve never experienced before. He leans in kissing me gently, his fingers brushing over my cheeks and forehead, brushing strands of my messy hair out of the way.

  “Sorry about your panties.” He smiles, shifting over me to kick the sweatpants from his ankles. My body is trembling in anticipation, so much so that I’m almost afraid to wrap my legs around him but I do it anyway. The head of his manhood slides from my sensitive nub down to my entrance, shattering every ounce of self-control I was trying to hold onto to not look like a wanton sex starved loser. His forehead rests on my cheek as he rocks against me slowly, his lips coming back to mine kissing me deeper and slower, our tongues dancing. “Condoms?” he finally whispers, his forehead against mine and he rocks again, a whimper of need ripping through me.

  I paw at the nightstand, trying to get the drawer open. He kisses my cheek, laughing at me and reaches over, pulling it open and fishing around, retrieving the small box. Like I said I haven’t had sex in a while, but it’s always better to be safe than sorry and have some non-expired condoms on hand. He tears it open with his teeth and pushes up to his knees, letting me really look at him.

  Have mercy… This man is way too perfect looking to be in my bed. I am having one hell of a hallucination. I watch him slide the condom over his shaft and I lean up on my elbows just taking in the sight of him.

  “Like what you see, pretty lady?” he asks, leaning over and kissing me lightly and I wrap my arms around his neck.

  “You bet I do.” I whisper against his lips, wrapping my legs around him again. He doesn’t doesn’t jump right into it and his kisses slow as my back finds the mattress once more. He’s resting over me as if unsure, the head of his manhood at my entrance teasing the hell out of me so much that I’m about to explode. “Shane,” I break our kiss, my voice shaking with what I can only say is tremendous need at this moment.

  I guess that’s what he wanted as one hand wraps into my hair, holding my head in place for a passionate kiss as the other arm wraps around my waist pulling me to him when he thrusts into me. My gasp at the sensation is muffled by his ravenous mouth. His kisses run down my neck and collarbone when he begins moving within me, his grip in my hair tightening when his mouth finds my nipple; the combination of sensations sending me to the edge.

  I can’t help but dig my nails into his sides when I gasp his name and he whispers against my skin, “You are magnificent,” sending me over that edge. The climax takes over and I’m a prisoner of the sensation. I feel his arm tighten around me as his thrusts pick up and as I’m coming down I realize my knees are digging into his sides and relax their death grip. I hadn’t realized how heavily I’m breathing until he kisses me again.

  “That was hot as hell.” He smiles into my lips. I just smile along with him, not sure if I can form words right now. I wrap my limbs around him tightly, wanting him to have his way with me. I’m still trembling from the earth shattering climax as both of his hands travel down to grip my ass, pulling me up and to him with every thrust.

  I can just tell that he’s getting close, his fingers digging into me. I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his ear. “Shane,” I whisper and lightly bite down on his ear lobe feeling. He groans into my chest, his entire body shuddering with his hard final thrusts.

  We both lay here, our breathing the only sounds besides the crackling fire in the other room for many minutes. I mindlessly run my fingers through his hair still unbelieving that he’s actually in my bed. His arms are still encircling me, wrapped around my ass, our bodies still joined and tangled in my bed.

  He’s the first to move and I just figure it’s to get up and out of bed, a slight fear of rejection and shame coming over me before he traps me with his elbows on each side of my face, his mouth only a whisper from my nose. His eyes peering into mine as our chest rise and fall.

  “I fucking love the sound of my name coming from these lips,” he grins before capturing my mouth in a long, breath stealing kiss that makes me squirm against him for more. He releases me when I run my nails down his back. “Ah, Caroline…Don’t worry there will be more, but I’m pretty sure your gorgeous body milked me dry.”

  “I’m sorry,” is the first thing that comes to mind and Shane laughs in response to it, rolling us over so that I’m draped over his chest.

  “Don’t be. I want to do it over and over again before the night is over.” He pulls me in again, his lips claiming my mouth as if it’s a new land. Just his fingers running down my spine lights me on fire all over again and I melt into him.

  This is like nothing I have ever experienced at the hand of a lover. And right now, I don’t want Shane to ever stop.

  CHAPTER 8

  Shane

  She’s tucked into my side, her head resting on shoulder and I couldn’t be more content than right now. For the first time in years all that other bullshit going on in my life; stress about work and
my social standing, doesn’t matter. All that matters is this red haired beauty and the smile on her lips as she sleeps peacefully beside me, her naked body tangled with mine under her sheets.

  It may sound cliché, but I really think as if Caroline and I were meant to meet. There is just this ease with her, even though she tried to use alcohol as a buffer. She admitted to me as we lay here after making love for the third time that she didn’t mean to come onto me like a slut and I told her that I don’t think she could ever do anything slutty, but that if she wanted to try I would gladly be her guinea pig. That earned me a slap to the chest but I topped it off with a long, slow kiss.

  Her bedside alarm clock shows that it’s only quarter to ten and my stomach grumbling reminds me that I haven’t had anything to eat since this morning. I bring her fingers up to my lips and kiss them, not wanting to leave her side even for a second when I see the smile play across her gorgeous lips, but I slip out from under the sheets. Tucking the flannel around her body to keep her comfortable, I pull my sweats from the floor and adjust them on my hips, making my way back into the kitchen. Bullet jumps up when he sees me and his nails click on the floor as he rushes to me.

  “Hey boy.” I scratch him behind the ears and he gladly pants and rubs into my knees so that I pet him all over.

  “Hope we didn’t make too much noise.” I grin to myself replaying a scene in my mind of Caroline on top of me with her head thrown back in ecstasy as the most beautiful moans where leaving her mouth. Damn, just the thought makes me want to turn around and go rip the sheets off of her and have my way with her again…and again. She needs her rest though so I’ll leave her alone for now. Taking a deep breath I try and control my urges, laughing at Bullet as he jumps and prances around me when I head towards the door.

  Slipping my borrowed boots and jacket on, I open the door for the hound, chuckling to myself as he jumps down the snow covered stairs. It’s still coming down, the big white flakes blowing in the wind around Bullet as he tries to maneuver through the now chest deep snow in the path I had shoveled when we arrived. He does his business and comes bounding back up, shaking as soon as his paws hit the small rug inside the door.

  After hanging up my jacket and cleaning up the mess from Bullets’ wet paws and my boots, I make my way to the fridge looking for something to make us. She doesn’t have much, not like my obnoxiously full fridge at my penthouse, but she has the essentials. As I’m pulling the carton of eggs out I hear my phone beeping in the bedroom.

  “Shit,” I mumble, trying to quietly jog into the darkness of the bedroom to answer it before it wakes Caroline. The screen is illuminating the ceiling above the dresser when I reach it and see my wonderful mother’s face on the screen. “Hello,” I whisper.

  “Shane? Are you okay, dear? I’ve tried calling but all I got was your voicemail.” The worry in her voice breaks my heart. I should’ve remembered to call her from Caroline’s phone as soon as we got back.

  “I’m fine mom.” Rustling noises make me turn and I see Caroline sitting up in bed, her shadow outlined by the fire light before she flicks on her bedside lamp. Fuck she’s beautiful even with sex-messed hair and makeup.

  “Are you sure? Your father wants to know where are you? And why are you whispering?” I can hear my father in the background asking the same questions as I unplug the charger and join the beautiful vixen in bed.

  “Mom, I’m fine.” I run my hair through Caroline’s hair and she leans over into my lap. I lean up against the headboard as she turns her face up, smiling into my palm and kissing it lightly. “Tell dad I’m just fine, too, and that I’m with a close friend. My car got stuck in the Torrance Plaza and she lives close by.”

  “Ohhh, she?” My mother’s inquiry is laced with a small giggle and I know I’ve planted a seed of hope in her already. “Is this anyone that I might know? Huhhh? Is she going to come to dinner tomorrow?”

  “Mom I don’t even know if the roads will be safe enough to make it to dinner tomorrow, have you looked outside lately?” Caroline laughs along with me and through it I can hear my mom tell my dad that she can hear a woman laughing in the background and to “cross his fingers”. “Mom, the real question is are you and dad okay? Your power is still on? You have enough food?”

  “Oh honey we are fine. Fridge is stocked, fires are roaring and the power hasn’t gone out once.” My mother’s voice drowns out for a moment as Caroline’s lips find my abs, her gaze flashing up to me when her nails rake down my sides making me hard instantly.

  “So am I setting another place for your lady-friend tomorrow?” My mother’s voice rings back through the haze and I grip the nape of Caroline’s neck to stop her assault for only a moment before I throw my phone across the room and ravish her. She wiggles from my grasp and a wicked smile caresses Caroline’s lips before they wrap around my cock, her tongue swirling as she moves down.

  “Yes…yes, mom. Do that. I’ll give you a call tomorrow, ok?” I struggle to say as my dick finds the back of her throat and she slides back up.

  “Ok, honey. Talk to ya then.” I tell her the same and quickly hang up, tossing my phone away not caring where it lands, dragging my hands through Caroline’s hair as she goes up and down, up and down, her tongue flicking just the right spot making me tense. Not wanting to come yet, I let out a pleased groan feeling a smile wrapping around me as she does the same again.

  “You are very bad,” I tell her and fucking love the look in her eyes when she meets mine, swirling her tongue around my head and sucking a little harder when I guide her down. I control her movements and feel her throat relax, knowing I’ve found a groove. “You’re going to make me come hard.” That gets a purr like sound to vibrate through her throat and it’s the breaking point.

  I take advantage of her relaxed trust in me in this moment and push her down as I thrust up, hitting the back of her throat one last time, finishing with a groan I can’t keep in. Shit, that was like nothing I’ve ever experienced, I’m actually out of breath and I lean my head back on the smooth wood, looking up to the ceiling, trying to gather myself. My body shudders and tenses again as her tongue runs down, up and around, her lips finally leaving me with a smacking sound.

  “Are you…okay?” Her voice is shy and hesitant and when I finally look at her, her body is full with a light blush. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “Far from it,” I reply, pulling her to me and capturing her mouth, holding her tight to my chest. I don’t let her go until she’s gasping for breath. Her eyes are closed as I hold her, finally opening after what seems like forever and her green pools draw me in. “And I’m better than okay.”

  “Good,” she smiles, leaning up to kiss me sweetly. She leans her head on my shoulder as I run my fingers down her bare shoulder and back. When she sighs, her stomach rumbles into our bubble of silence and she giggles.

  “Come on, hungry girl.” I tell her pulling her up and out of bed and to her feet. “I’ll make you something to eat and we can watch another movie.” Pulling my sweats up, I hand her the yoga pants she had been wearing before and a t-shirt from her closet. She goes to grab her bra and panties but I grab her hand to stop her. “You’re not going to need those. I might get hungry for something more than an omelet.”

  I smack her ass and kiss her neck, leaving her blushing as I head into the kitchen. Caroline makes going back to getting something to eat a hard job. Her bare counter tops make me think of how perfect a height they are to have my way with her all over her kitchen. Smiling to myself, I continue making our food, knowing I will get to my other plans soon enough.

  CHAPTER 9

  Caroline

  I’ve never, ever, given a man head without being told that I was doing something wrong while doing. So having Shane say that he was better than okay after kind of makes me giddy. And the way he looked at me as he tossed my bra and panties away saying that I won’t need them was nothing short of primal. It makes my skin tingle as I pull my yoga pants and tank on, softly sneaking dow
n the hall to use the bathroom.

  The smells of him cooking make my mouth water. As I’m washing my hands I finally look at myself in the mirror and almost shriek. My mascara is smudge giving me raccoon eyes and my hair is all over the place.

  “Good Lord, Caroline. You look like the walking dead.” I tell myself, pulling a washcloth from the cabinet and trying to wipe the makeup away with warm water. After splashing my face I run a comb through my hair and pull it up in a ponytail, finally looking somewhat alive again. Taking Shane’s wet clothes I throw them in the dryer and head back toward those delicious smells.

  “Something smells so delicious.” I tell him, coming up behind and wrapping my arms around his bare chest, hugging him and taking in his masculine scent. It’s intoxicating and I don’t want to open my eyes. What if this is a dream? And what if I’m reading too much into this? It could be a one night stand for all I know. Why go and get my hopes up?

  His hand rubs over my arms, separating them and bringing one of my hands to his mouth, kissing my palm sweetly and then placing it back against his chest as if it was our daily routine.

  ‘Stop it, Caroline. Don’t do this to yourself!’ My conscious yells at me. I slowly let go of my hold on him and take a look at what he’s making. The counter beside my stove is lined with mixing bowls already dirties and plates readied for the omelets and potatoes he’s cooking.

  “Those look wonderful.” I take a leftover piece of diced ham and pop it in my mouth right before the spatula pats the package, making me jump a bit. When I look up at him he’s got a sly smile on his face and it makes me laugh. Grabbing one of the glasses of OJ he’s already poured I lean on his shoulder and his arm snakes around my back.