Page 43 of Unexpected Adventures

“I’m not a pushover, just so ya know.”

“I never thought you were.” He places a light kiss on my lips. “Let me make you a deal.I’m sure Drake would have no problem with giving Sylvia that ride in his motorcycle, as long as he’s available. If not, maybe he’d let me drive.”

“You can drive his motorcycle?”

“I can drive a motorcycle. As to whether I can drivehisremains to be seen. But if so, you promise to let me take you up with me paragliding. No charge, of course. I want you to experience a thrill of your own.”

I can’t help but laugh nervously. Not only at his words, but the meaning behind them.Does that apply to just paragliding?

He moves his hands to frame my face, looking into my eyes. “It’ll be completely safe and I’ll take good care of you and you will love it.”

I raise my eyebrows and grin. “You’re really trying hard to convince me.”

“I’d really like you to trust me.” His hands move to my shoulders.

“I already do,” I reply. This time, it’s me who initiates the next kiss. I stand on my tip-toes while gently pulling his head down to mine. Our lips meet with mutual need. No rushing, not frenzied, just heated wanting. I take my time savoring his lips, his tongue, thoroughly enjoying the feel of him pressed against me.

I feel his hands move down my back then up again to caress my ribs. One hand presses into my lower back while the other touches my abdomen. He slowly moves up to brush my breast, testing my response. This time, I don’t pull away. I arch up, pressing into him more so his hand is trapped between our bodies. He manages a light squeeze that sends a thrill through me, causing me to moan.

I know we’ve taken a turn from playful to serious. No more hints and teases and wise-cracks to feel at ease. This was getting right down to it: an all-consuming hunger I knew wouldn’t just go away. It had to be fed.

Shaun breaks away from my mouth to once again work on my ear while both of his hands are now doing something quite exhilarating to my breasts. “Damn, Abby, I want you so badly.You feel so sweet. You taste so sweet.”

I have no words, only sighs as my own hands are learning all the details of his shoulders and arms as best they can through the fabric of his shirt. Oh, how I wish this damn garment was off of him…

Before I realize it, I’m talking out loud. Murmuring, really. “I want to feel you,” I say, trying to slip my hands under his shirt.

In a flash, he steps back to pull it over his head then dives back in to ravish my mouth.His hands tangle in my hair as I try to explore his back, his arms, his chest. My nails lightly scrape his skin, which elicits a hiss from him. He pulls back once again, still holding my face in his hands. “Tell me now how far this is going to go, because I don’t know how much more I can do this without taking you right here, right now.”

My eyes widen as they dart right and left, realizing we’re still in the kitchen, and the only choices are the counter or the floor. “Here?” I squeak.

“Tell me, Abby. I’m ready to throw you over my shoulder and haul you upstairs.”

“You wouldn’t!” Immediately I know it’s the wrong thing to say.

Shaun’s eyes glint while the corner of his mouth curves up. Before I can react, he bends down and drapes me over his shoulder. I yelp as he holds fast to my legs, turns, and makes his way to the stairs.

“Shaun!” I half laugh, half yell. A lame attempt, because one, this is thrilling, and two, I don’t want to chance waking Sarah or the dogs and have chaos ensue. Shaun must be thinking the same as he playfully swats my bottom and tells me to shush.

He oh so quickly and efficiently makes his way into his own room, kicks the door closed with his foot then swings around to lock it, all while still carrying me. So much for being quiet.After turning back around and heading towards what I would assume to be the bed, he stops and lowers me down to the floor. Holding fast to my waist, he takes my lips, not giving me a chance to say a thing.

While my mind is trying to process all the pro’s and con’s, the ramifications of what I’m about to do, my body takes over. I shut down all thought processes and just feel what he’s doing to me. I give him every indication I’m on board with the direction he’s taking as I easily and willingly allow him to take charge.

Shaun finds the buttons of my shirt and begins unfastening them.He then lifts my tank out of the waist of my shorts, giving him access to my heated skin, which seems to intensify about a hundred degrees at his touch.

I continue to run my hands and nails over him, skimming the waist of his shorts, wondering what lay beneath. I wrap my arms around him, molding my hands to his bottom, squeezing. He’s moaning, nearly growling as he sucks my tongue harder before breaking away once again.

“Abby,” is all he says, eyes intense as they’re looking at me, almost pleading with me.The question still lingers. How far am I willing to go?

“Shaun, I want you, but I’m, nervous.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“Yes, you will, and you won’t even mean to…” I say quietly.

“What does that mean, Abby?”

How could I say it? Would he turn me away? Would he hesitate and truly not want to hurt me? Would he not want to be my first?

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