Page 71 of Sparks
“No,” I began but Willa stopped me with a hard glare. “I mean, if you want to come back that would be awesome.” Willa smiled and batted her eyelashes at him.
“I think I can arrange that,” he told her with a grin.
I melted.
“Well,” Holly said. “I’m tired. Aren’t you girls tired?”
“Oh, yes,” said Rhea. “Suddenly so exhausted.”
Willa yawned, and Syd said, “I’m beat.”
I rolled my eyes at their theatrics.
“Can I have your bed tonight, boo?” Rhea asked.
“Sure. I’ll come get my pillow.” I looked at Shawn. “Your drink is on the counter.” He nodded gratefully and turned to get it. The five of us girls went back into the big bedroom, then closed the door and proceeded to silently jump up and down, dancing and doing happy jigs.
“Oh, my gawd,” Syd said, holding her hands to her chest. “The way he looks at you!”
“Has he talked to his fiancé yet?” Holly asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, they’re over. They’re working out the details about their son when he gets home tomorrow.”
We all calmed down at that sobering thought. I reached down and grabbed my pillow.
“Good night, guys.”
“Night,” they all called, smiling their encouragement as I left the room and closed the door behind me.
When I got to the living room I spotted Shawn’s empty glass on the coffee table. Damn, he’d guzzled that. I looked around and heard, “Psst” from behind me. I spun to see the passion pit door opened with the fairy lights twinkling. Shawn was lying on the pallet with his hands behind his head and a shit eating grin on his face.
“I had to try it on for size,” he said. “Good thing I’m not any taller.”
A buzz of excitement razed over me. I unzipped my boots and peeled them off, pushing them next to the door. Then I padded to the passion pit and walked in, closing the door. I’d never been in here with a guy. The small space filled with our combined energies. He stayed very still, watching me, and his eyes became hooded.
“No sex,” I whispered.
“No sex,” he whispered back.
I unbuttoned my jeans and shimmied them down my thighs. He watched me, the only part of him moving was his eyes as he took me in. I went down to my knees beside him, the blood racing under my skin, and I pulled the sweater over my head. Black bra, black panties, and a whole lot of Harlow.
Shawn moved now, coming up on his knees to kiss me and run his hands from my shoulders down my back. It felt so amazing to be touched. I wanted more. I pulled his shirt up and he raised his arms, letting me take it off. Shawn wasn’t stacked with muscles, but he was lean and real and mine.
Both of us went still as the floor began to hum and then thump rhythmically.
“The fuck is that?” He peered at me with those big blue eyes and I laughed.
“It’s the night club in this building. They just turned on the music.”
His smile made me laugh again. “I’m getting the full experience tonight.”
We got him down to his boxers and then began to roll around, making out like teenage bandits. He was between my legs and I grabbed his ass through the boxers, wanting all of his hardness to grind against me.
“My God,” he whispered. “I haven’t dry humped in ages. I forgot how much it doesn’t satisfy.” A laugh burst out of me and he pulled back to grin. “I love making you laugh.”
I bit my lip. “What other sounds can you get out of me?”
His grin turned downright naughty. “Let’s find out.” And he began to move down my body. He stopped at my chest, reaching under me to unlatch my bra. His hands were firm and his mouth was strong as he took my nipple into his mouth, making me arch my back and whimper.
