Page 78 of Shine: Sins of the Father
“Nobody’s messing with your father. It’s his daughter I’m interested in.” That gets her attention. Her eyes widen, and her mouth parts, and she stares into my eyes until I’m sure she sees straight to my soul.
“Still? Are you still interested in me?”
Goddamn. Does she really need to ask. But there are a million reasons I should walk away, and yet, I can’t. I tilt my head, studying her before I reply. What is it about this girl that has me thinking it’s worth the risk just to have her again? What is it about her that makes me not give a damn who her father is? But there is one thing holding me back. One huge thing.
“How could I ever trust you again, sweetness?”
Her eyes slide shut, and she lowers her head. “I suppose I deserve that, but I’ve apologized and explained why I did what I did.” Then she lifts her head proudly, her cute nose in the air. “But if my apology isn’t enough, if you can’t get past it”—she lifts a delicate shoulder—“then we have nothing more to say to each other.”
With that haughty pronouncement, she whirls to leave.
Goddamn, this girl’s a spitfire. And I have no intention of letting her slip away again. I grab her upper arm, and spin her around, catching her other arm and hauling her against me. Then I cover her surprised mouth with mine and do what I’ve wanted to do again since the day I dropped her off at Sonny’s.
Her lips are soft, and she submits so sweetly, melting against me with her luscious breasts pressed to my chest. Her palms stroke up my cut and slip around my neck, pulling me closer, letting me know she wants me just as badly as I want her.
My hands run over her back and ass, tugging her hips against mine so she feels how hard she makes me. I break our kiss to let us both gasp in a breath, pressing soft kisses over her face in a trail to her ear.
“Goddamn, Fiona… I’ve thought of you a million times. Every day we’ve been apart.”
“Me too,” she gasps. “God, how I’ve missed you, Shine.”
“Is there someplace we can go? Your place, maybe?” I ask, all the while wondering if it’s crazy to pursue this insane attraction we have.
“Is that really what you want?” she asks, staring at me, her eyes half-lidded with desire.
“Fuck, yeah. I want to feel you under me again. I want to hold you and taste every inch of your sweet body.”
She pushes back and digs a key out of her bra, holding it. “Harley gave this to me. It’s the key to Reckless’s room. She said they weren’t going to use it.”
She’s Wolf’s daughter. He’d kill me if he knew, but it still doesn’t stop me from taking that key from her fingers. “Lead the way, sweetness.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Fiona—
Once we’re in the room, Shine locks the door and sets the key on the small highboy dresser, then stands, staring at me, the heat in his eyes plain. It’s a look that makes my stomach do a little flip. It’s been so long, and yet I remember every moment with him. It all comes flooding back. I’ve missed him so much.
“What are you thinking?” I whisper when he just stands there, his eyes moving over me.
“I’m thinking about how stunning you are, sweetness. Head-to-toe, sexy as hell. I’m thinking about how much I’ve missed you. I’m thinking about how much I want you. I’m thinking about how a part of me never thought we’d be together again.”
“Me neither.”
He pulls me into his arms, and our hands are all over each other.
His fingers grab the hem of my sparkling sheer tank and with a whoosh, it’s up over my head, revealing the skimpy black top I have under it.
Shine grabs my ass and hefts me up, and a moment later, I’m flat on my back with his hard body on top of me. His biceps bracket me in as he holds up some of his weight. One jean-covered leg is thrown over mine, and I can feel his erection through the soft denim.
His skin is warm, and he smells so good, like leather and outdoors and a scent all his own.
His mouth comes down on mine, and one palm trails over my hip. He pushes his knee between my thighs and grabs myleg, pulling up until my crotch is pressed to his thigh. He shifts, rubbing against me through my jeans, and it feels so erotic. I moan into his mouth while he keeps at it until I swear I’m going to orgasm just from that.
He rolls onto his back, and I end up straddling him, a knee on either side of his hips. He tugs at the hem of my skimpy top. “Lose this.”
I take a breath and pull it over my head. I’m wearing a black bra, and his eyes drop to it, then his hands cup my waist, but don’t go any farther.
“Shake your head.”
