Page 62 of Unexpected Adventures

Chapter Fifteen

I follow Shaun to his place. It’s a really nice townhouse just north of the Golden Gate Park in the Richmond District.

“Make yourself at home. The bathroom is just down that hall.” He points the way once we’re inside.

“Thank you.” I make my way there, having held it since Sylvia’s. My sphincter muscles are getting quite the workout lately. I snort to myself then groan as I think about what Shaun and I shared and wonder if I’ll be lucky enough to get back in his good graces. And if I’ll ever have the privilege of being naked in his arms again, because, damn, I want that. But I can’t assume it’ll be easy just because he’s being so nice and caring. Just because I’m here at his place with him.

Just because the look of desire he gave me before leaving Sylvia’s had me thinking that’s exactly what was on his mind. And, well, mine too.

After taking care of nature’s call, I return to his living room getting a better look at his place. It’s a well lived-in space, neat and comfy. A couch sits in the middle of the room facing a TV. Built-in shelves line the walls and are filled with books, magazines, and DVD’s. Everything is something of purpose with not one knick-knack to be seen. Behind the couch is his open kitchen with a few stools at a counter. Shaun is there, opening two bottles of beer.

“Thought we could each use one of these,” he says, passing me a bottle.

“Thanks,” I say before draining half the bottle. “For someone who doesn’t usually drink all that much, I think I’ve had more in the last two days than in the last six months.”

“How are you processing everything? Sylvia’s news must be a shock for you.”

“Tell me about it,” I say. “Guess it’ll take time for the news to settle into my brain.” I drain the rest of the beer, staring blankly at the bottle. “Good thing I had something to eat or my head would be spinning out of control.”

After taking a drink from his bottle, Shaun sets it down and moves around the counter to my side. He takes the bottle from my hand and easily pulls me into an embrace. “Why don’t I give you a good reason to spin out of control?” He begins a slow, leisurely kiss while his hands begin to lift my t-shirt up my sides.

I step back, holding onto his hands, halting his movements. Before he has a chance to question, before I get lost in the moment—which, yeah, I’d really like to do—I have to clear the air between us. “Shaun, I’m sorry about this morning. I acted ridiculous and ungrateful.”

“Abby, I get it.”

I quickly try to interrupt, but he’s not having it.

“No, stop.” He frames my face. “You were blindsided and overwhelmed with what happened to Sylvia. And even though we’d gotten to know each other a bit—some bits better than others,” he says with a wink, “we’re still learning about one another. And here I am, trying to insert myself into your life and nearly take over. I have a feeling you’re capable of handling anything that comes your way, but I’d like to be there to help you along the way. If that’s okay with you?”

I relax beneath his touch. “If it means I’m forgiven, then I’m more than okay with that.”

“Good, because there’s nothing to forgive. Now, can I finish getting you naked?”

I giggle. “I’ll help.” I whip my top over my head and watch as he follows my lead, ridding himself of his shirt.

He steps forward and surprises me by scooping me up into his arms. As he makes his way down the hall, I laugh, burying my face in his neck. Once inside his bedroom, he stands me on my feet and kisses me, weakening my knees so I have to hold onto him for support. But I won’t complain.

My hands can’t get enough of him. I glide over his shoulders, down his arms, making my way further south. Once I get to the button on his shorts, I work them loose and slide them, along with his underwear, down his body. I kneel on the floor in front of him, marveling at his beautifully naked body. I circle his erection before taking it in a firm grasp, loving the feel of his hard thickness. Glancing up, I see his eyes close as his breath hisses, enjoying my touch. While caressing his perfect ass with one hand, I use the other to guide his erection into my mouth.

His sharp intake is followed by a moan. His hands go to my head, gently threading his fingers into my hair, massaging my scalp. He doesn’t push or pull, guide or restrain me, but allows me to set the pace of the pleasure.

I test the limits of his length, taking him in as far as I can, tightening my lips around him.As I begin to pull back, I run my tongue along him until I get to the tip, where I gently suckle. I swirl my tongue and take him in again, shallow this time, working only on the tip. I get so caught up in my actions, my teeth nip a bit too aggressively I guess, as Shaun stills me with his words.

“Careful. The wordseat mearen’t meant to be literal.”

“Sorry.” I release him into my hand.

He pulls me up into a standing position. “Don’t be sorry. It felt amazing.”

I grin. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Now let me do amazing things to you.” Before I can reply, he takes my lips in a hungry kiss. When he breaks away, he practically growls, “Time for you to get naked.” He quickly frees me of the remainder of my clothes, and his look of hunger thrills me. “On the bed, Abby.”

I sit down and scoot back on the bed as he advances on me. As I stay propped on my elbows, I watch a wicked grin take shape as he moves my legs apart, kneeling between them. He bends down, resting on his hands and knees, looking like a wild beast with his mussed hair and penetrating eyes. My blood sizzles and my head is spinning, knowing he’s ready to devour me.

He lowers himself between my legs and starts feasting. My head falls back as I voice my approval with a guttural cry I can’t believe came out of my mouth. There’s nothing tentative about his assault. He immediately sucks hard on my clit while his fingers invade my core. He plunges in and out while his mouth works me over, works me up. It doesn’t take long at all for me to reach that peak. Clutching at the sheet isn’t enough to anchor me as I no longer feel tethered to anything solid.

I rocket skyward, exploding, screaming. Just when I think I can’t handle anymore, I urge him on to extend the pleasure, begging for more. After one last flick of his tongue, he moves away, and I instantly want him back.

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