Page 138 of Shade
As he fists my hair in his hands, his groans are lost against my lips.
When his palm meets my breast over my shirt, I know where it’s heading again. His thumb grazes my nipple, his other hand brushing over my back where the sun is beating down on it.
My lashes flutter closed. His thumb catches my nipple ring, and pleasure shoots through me. His lips are so soft and tender, pouring emotion and sweet desperation into his touch, something you wouldn’t think someone only wanting a one-night thing would do.
The kiss deepens and he lifts his hips up and then pushes down on the tops of my thighs, forcing me down on his hardness. Oh God, so right, yetsooooowrong. Shivers ignite through my entire body at the contact. “Me inside of you will feel so much better than this.”
I moan, and he grunts at the contact, his hand moving from my thighs to wrap around my waist, grinding me into him once again.
As his bike rocks back and forth, he struggles to keep it steady with our movements. His eyes find mine, shades of blue revealing a desire I never thought I’d see from him. “I’m obsessed,” he whispers, the warm glow of the sunset dancing against his skin.
It’s in that moment I realize where this might be going. On his bike. While this is strangely erotic, I can’t let it happen.
His hands curve around my hips, to my ass, my very sore ass and he squeezes. I wince, not from excitement, but from physical pain over that damn cactus.
Shade doesn’t seem to notice one bit. No, he’s one tracked on getting me out of my clothes.
It’s when his mouth moves to my neck and his teeth graze my collarbone much like they did the night we were together, it’s a reminder that I need to stop this. If I have sex with him now, that’s all I’ll ever be to him.
At first, I was just the maid he fucked and didn’t remember.
If I have sex with him now, on his bike, I’ll always be his assistant he banged in the first two weeks of her employment.
I don’t want to bethat girl. I want to be his friend.
I have to stop him.
Determined, I push back on his shoulders, but he’s driven, grinding his cock into me, over and over again, and it’s almost enough that I let it continue, for a few minutes anyway.
Then I realize I have to do it now, or he’s going to come in his shorts, or I am.
It’s with great sadness my hands push against his chest, against hisbarechest.
Fuck, when did his shirt come off?
“Shade. . . .” I twist my head away from him, only to have him cup my cheeks and hold my head still so I have no choice.
“Don’t stop us,” he grunts, raising his hips again. “I know you want this.”
My pulse thuds so loudly I can hear it over my labored breathing when I whisper, “But I don’t.” At least not like this. I leave that last part out.
His body tenses. It’s sudden and uncontrollable for him, like I just slapped him in the face. “What?” he mumbles, his brow pulling together.
Crap. Fuck.I shouldn’t have said that.
Do you see the hurt in his eyes? Do you see the way his breathing changes? The way his hands fall from my cheeks to beside him?
Ihatethe disappointment he must feel, but I recognize it as I experienced it every time I saw him step foot in the hotel and never noticed me.
He blows out a breath, searching my eyes. “What do you mean you don’t want it?”
“It’s exactly what I mean.” I maneuver myself off the bike to stand beside it, trying to calm my breathing. “Shade, I work for you. I can’t have sex with you.”
He stands up from the bike. “Then why even kiss me?”
“Because I do like you.”
Wrong words to use.
