Page 59 of Shade
“Stop,” he tells me, his thighs flexing under my palms, and he shoves me back.
Stop is the first word he says to me. One simple demand I listen to.
I scoot to the center of the bed watching him reach for a condom on the nightstand, one I put there. The moonlight catches his eyes, and I get a glimpse of the lust in them and the way he has his head bent, concentrating on the wrapper of the condom.
When he has the condom on, I lie back, and he crawls above me, the thick length of him heavy against my thigh. I part my legs wider, and he settles between them, his mouth brushing across my pierced nipples, soft kisses alternating with rough nips, his tongue teasing and torturing all at the same time. He sucks one ring into his mouth, lips closing around the metal and a jolt of electricity claws through me straight to my clit. He hasn’t noticed that fun-factory accessory yet, but whatever. He will and it will be glorious.
He swirls his tongue around the sensitive pink flesh until I’m sure I’m soaking wet for him. That’s when he releases my nipples and pants out, “You really want this?” His lazy tone slips to my lower belly and stills my heart. I can’t tell if he’s nervous or annoyed.
Is that really a question? I broke into his hotel room. What else would I want?
I nod just as his arm comes around my waist, pulling me into him. He slides the other hand up my stomach and takes a firm hold of one of my breasts. His right hand lets go of my waist and feathers my shoulder as he moves the hair away from my neck and then fists it in his hand, tugging just enough to have my attention.
Leaning in, he murmurs into my ear, “I’m fucked up. You know I’m not going to remember this, right?” I can feel his breath catch as he mutters something inaudible and I really want to know what the fuck he said after that but asking might piss him off.
He’s giving me an out. A way to run if I want to.
What do you think I’m going to do here?
Wrapped in his steel embrace, my whole body shivers. Though I knew it’d be this way, and knowing I’ll only have him this one night makes me kind of sad. But. . . Shade lives a fast life and fucks just the same. I don’t think it matters to me at this point if he remembers or not, does it?
I exhale, my lungs wheezing out a breath, reminding me I need air before my heart stops. “That’s okay.”
Is it? Is this how I pictured it would be?
I can’t say it is, but in truth, I didn’t know how it would be because the man I became obsessed with, that crazy adrenaline junky who smiled at me in the hall, wasn’t the same man as the one hovering over me now.
There’s a moment I can’t shake. I’ll remember it the rest of my life. I’m sure of it. It’s when he enters me and my body curves around his. His left hand reaches between us, his right planted on the bed when he slides inside me.
His lips part, drawing in a ragged breath against the hollow part of my neck. His body trembles, as does mine, but he doesn’t kiss me. I want to kiss him, but I’m waiting, for him I guess.
Though nothing’s said, I can tell he definitely wants this. It’s confirmed when a shudder rips through him.
“Goddamn it,” he growls out, and I don’t know if I’ve upset him, or what’s happening. His hand flies from my hips to my neck, and he pushes my head down into the pillow, his jaw hard, teeth clamped together.
His body wants more than his mind can deliver. But I’ll say this, his mouth, his movements, it’s as if he takes fucking as seriously as he takes his performance on the track, despite the alcohol flooding his veins.
Let me tell you this much. Shade Sawyer knows how to fuck. Why do you think I wanted to sleep with him so badly? He’s a god on a dirt bike and fucks just as good.
But you know, it’s more than that. There’s something about Shade that no man will compare to now. It’s his arrogance.
Where does the arrogance come from? It comes from himknowinghe’s good at this, and the reason I’m in his room is because he gives women what they’re looking for.
And it’s like he has a fucking bible on how to fuck, one he’s read cover to cover. He knows every move he makes and he knows what my reaction to it will be.
Nipping at my neck, his teeth drag over my heated skin and then bite down on the spot above my collarbone. I love biters.
“You’re sohot. . . .” I shiver at the feeling of his mouth on my skin, his teeth delivering pain yet pleasure.
Fuck. I shouldn’t have said that. Makes me sound like every other girl he’s probably fucked.
Damn it.
Quick, do something incredibly sexy and unpredictable.
My problem is Ican’tbecause I’m too fucking nervous!
Do you see the way I’m shaking? It’s like the time I went to Ocean Shores in January and couldn’t feel my feet for two hours. That’s what he does to me. Freezes me.
