We kissed soft and slow, his lips moving under mine, his blue eyes a blur away. Then he made a low, needy sound and an arrow of heat flashed through my groin.Jesus. Want.I grabbed the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his long, straight hair, and drove my tongue into his mouth. He gasped and stumbled back a step, pulling me with him until his shoulders hit the wall of the lighthouse. Then he grabbed my ass in both hands.
I humped against Shane, pushing him into the wall as roughly as he was hauling me close, his thigh hot and firm between mine. My cock strained in the tight, denim-bound space between us. I could feel him just as hard against my hip. He grunted, deep and low, the sound he made in bed when I pushed into him. I bit his lip, then his neck, and sucked on the soft skin under his jaw.
“Fuck,” he rasped. “Two more seconds and I’m gonna go to my knees right here. You want me to suck you off in a lighthouse?”
“Yeah.” I couldn’t breathe.
“You think Wynn’s up for public indecency in his ‘main gallery’?”
That slowed my frantic kisses a little. “Not exactly public.”
“Visible from the pier if someone has good binoculars, but I’m down.” Shane grinned under my mouth.
I groaned and pressed my forehead to his neck. “Or maybe we go inside.”
“I amnotfucking at the top of that staircase.”
“Or go home. Except it’s so far.”
“So fucking far.” Shane tugged on my hair to tip my face back and kissed my nose. “But anticipation will be good for you.”
I played dirty, cupping his length through his jeans. “You sure you want to wait?” I didn’t know who this reckless guy inside me was, but the freedom I felt seemed to have gone to my head.
He grabbed my wrists, raised my hands, and kissed both my palms. “Wicked man. Good thing I like that in a guy.”
I might’ve whined.
Shane laughed. “Come on. You done with your view? I got other wild and free things you can look at when we get home.”
He said home.I didn’t point it out. If I wanted Shane, and I really, totally did, I’d only get him on his terms and at his speed. “Are you going commando?”
“Okay, not as free as they will be behind closed doors.” He gave me a little push away. “How about we stand here for a bit and watch the fucking seagulls till it’s more comfortable to climb that ladder? Then you can drive us home and fuck me.”
“That image is going to extend seagull-watching time.”
“Unless I tell you all the crap that seagulls eat.” Which he did, rotten octopus and all, until I was laughing and pretending to gag.
“Where did you come up with all that?”
“That kid, Kevin. Oh, maybe you haven’t met him. He was helping out at Arthur’s one time, and he started to tell me wildlife facts, and seagull grossness was in there. Kid totally said all that with a straight face and stared at me when I told him he could skip that bit.”
“Teenagers are weird.”
“Word.” Shane tugged at his jeans and shoved his hair out of his eyes. “So, ready to not die going back down those stairs?”
The steep flights were more intimidating going downward, although my legs were happier. We exited the door at the bottom and headed for Wynn’s place, glancing at each other and breaking into a jog.
Wynn was kneeling by the front door, doing something to a bush. He straightened as we approached. “Saw what you wanted?”
“Yeah, it was great,” I told him. “Childhood wish to go up there totally fulfilled.”
“I hope the gulls didn’t bomb you. I keep telling Lance not to feed them, but he’s softhearted.”
Shane said, “Nah, the gulls were fine. Thanks for letting us in.”
“Anytime. Just call first. You want any of that tour now?”
“We’re going to head home,” I said, hoping my impatience didn’t show. “Some other time. Thanks.”
