Page 73 of Twisted Hearts

My chest heaved. My nipples were hardened points, scraping against my bra, sensitive and needy. “You should have said something…done something.”

“I’m making up for it now.” His hand at my stomach pushed up until he palmed my breasts through my bra, like he knew exactly the relief I needed. A mewl escaped my throat, and I was unable to hold back the sounds he pulled from me as he played with my body in sure, firm, confident strokes.

He tugged my bra down, and I was exposed to him, my shirt shoved up above my breasts, my bra cups lowered. I looked ridiculous. I had to.

But as Shawn kissed the exposed flesh of my throat before sliding further down and ran his tongue in a tender, barely there circle around my nipple, I didn’t care one single bit.

This waspassion. Fire and ice competing for victory, warring inside of me. Only one would win…or ruin me completely in the process.

23

Shawn

“Bed,” I grunted as I bent down and grabbed her thighs.

Addi let out a squeal then a moan as her center settled right against my erection, which was trying to shove its way through my zipper.

Goddamn she was so sexy. And she wanted me.

Her ankles locked behind me and her head fell back as I sucked the flesh of her throat. Even after a long day of hard work, all I smelled was coconut and something softer, something flowery.

“Shawn,” she gasped, rolling her hips against me in a way that had me groaning against her.

“Hot damn. Do that again.”

If I hadn’t wanted our first time to be in a bed, taking it slow, making it good for her, I’d have slammed her against the wall, ripped down our pants, and taken her right there.

“Wait.” She tapped my shoulder.

“What?” I stopped immediately right before we reached the doorway to her bedroom. “What is it?”

“I need to shower.”

No way. For one, it was too damn small for us both to fit, and for two, I wanted her too bad.

“Later.” After I got her all worked up.

“I stink like the bar.”

If that was her only hesitation, it wouldn’t stop me. She smelled like she was ready for sex, and that was all I cared about.

“Oh no, honey. You started this, and I’m finishing it. We’ll shower later, when we both need to be cleaned.” It’d take gymnastics and feats of flexibility I most likely wasn’t fully capable of, but I’d figure that out.

After I got her out of her clothes. After I devoured her. After I memorized the taste and feel of every inch of her skin.

We finally made it to her bed, and I wasted no time laying her down and spreading her out for my eyes to feast on. With her shirt bunched up above her breasts and her bra still pulled down, her full breasts called to me, so I bent over her and tucked one into my mouth while shoving up her shirt until she had to lift her arms.

“Off,” I grunted when I couldn’t push it any further. As she wiggled her way out of it, I slid my hand beneath her back and unclasped her bra. I flung it to the floor, and the shirt flew in a different direction.

Despite the desire I had for her pounding in my chest, making it difficult to breathe, I needed to slow this down.

“Are you okay?” I asked Addi, peering up at her. This was about us connecting, about her, not me just taking what I wanted. My hand slid up her ribs softly, and I watched as her body trembled.

“No…” She writhed beneath my touch. “You’re not doing enough to me.” She grinned at me then, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth and giving me a mischievous look. “I’m not porcelain, Shawn. You won’t hurt me.”

My head fell forward and I closed my eyes. Leaning over her, I climbed onto the bed, straddling her hips with my thighs until I was braced above her on all fours. “You’ve alluded to Daniel taking advantage of you.”

Her palm pressed to my cheek, my jaw. I leaned into her touch, inhaling her flowery scent.

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