Page 63 of Hit and Run
“Will you say something to me, please,” I ask him, and he runs his hand through his hair.
“That both terrified me and turned me on,” he finally says. He grabs my face and crashes his lips onto mine. The kiss leaves me breathless. “If I didn’t already know I love you, this would have confirmed it.”
My cheeks heat up as he caresses one with his thumb.
“How are you feeling,” Shade asks me.
“Good. I feel good,” I tell him. He’s looking at me like he’s unsure. “I mean it.”
“Let’s get you home,” he says, opening the passenger door and I climb in. He walks around to the driver's side and we head back to my apartment.
We walk into my apartment and as soon as Shade closes the door, I take my shirt off. I walk toward the bathroom, slipping out of my pants and tossing them behind me.
“What are you doing?” Shade grins.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I say, looking at him over my shoulder. “Want to join.”
He locks the apartment door, takes his shirt off and stalks toward me.
“Eep!” I hurry into the bathroom, giggling, with Shade not far behind. He walks into the bathroom and wraps his arms around me. His hard cock presses against me through his boxer briefs. I turn around in his arms and he leans down to kiss me. I gently push at him and he holds me tighter.
“Promise me something,” he says.
“What?”
“If what happened today or while you were gone starts to mess with your head, promise me you’ll talk to me,” he says, his tone serious.
“Of course I will,” I tell him. He kisses my forehead and moves to turn the shower on. I take off my bra and panties. When Shade turns to face me, there’s a fire in his eyes. He slides his boxer briefs off and picks me up from the back of my thighs. Holding me up with one arm, he opens the shower curtain and steps in. He leans me against the cool shower wall, kissing me breathless. I open my mouth, inviting him in. Our tongues dance in sync, neither of us fighting for control.
He breaks the kiss, pulling away enough to tease my entrance with his cock. He looks me in my eyes, asking for permission. I nod my head, giving him the okay. He pushes his way to the hilt.
“Ohh fuck,” he moans out.
“The perfect fit,” I tease. He grins and moves his hips. “Oh, God!”
“You can call me River,” he says with a cocky smirk. He moves quicker, massaging my clit with his thumb. “I’m gonna need for you to get there for me because I’m not gonna be able to last long this round.”
My release builds as he adds kissing my neck to the mix. He bites down on the spot where my neck and shoulder meet and I see stars.
“River,” I shout his name with my release. His follows right after mine.
He sets me on my feet but doesn’t let me go. “I should probably let you know that I claimed you as my Ol’ Lady when you went missing,” he says.
“Oh yeah,” I ask with a grin.
“Yeah. I mean, I had been planning on talking to you about it anyway. But I had to do it to make sure I had the club’s help to get you back,” he explains to me.
“Well, I’m glad you did,” I admit to him.
“Yeah?”
I nod my head.
“I love you, Whiskey,” he says and gives me a quick kiss.
“I love you, too,” I tell him. We finish up in the shower and barely make it out of the bathroom before we start round two.
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