Page 65 of The Kissing Part
Shayla takes a quivering breath.
“You okay?” I ask her.
“Mmm-hmm,” she says. “Let’s go.”
As soon as we get into the car, she bursts into tears. I haul her into my lap, wrapping my arms around her.
“You’re safe,” I murmur near her ear. “Everything’s okay.”
She sniffles and rubs my chest. “Sometimes it gets to be too much. It always seems like when I finally get to relax and enjoy myself, there he is.”
“Well, he’s not going to visit you at work. Too much security.”
“I need a second guard. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t there when Zander took off after him. What if there was another threat?”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
She clings to me a little tighter.
* * *
Shayla
Despite my earlier scare, I’m relaxed by the time we get back to Owen’s place. Probably helped that he held me for the whole drive. I don’t think I’ve ever felt safer than when I’m in his arms.
Once we’re in bed, I say, “You seemed like you fit right in at the after-party.”
“Rubbing elbows with the glamorous crowd was part of my life for a long time.”
I climb on top of him and hug him with all the love I’m feeling. I prop up on my elbows to look at him. “I can see a future for us. You’ll fit right in.”
His big hand wraps around the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. He’s tender, showing me his love, even if he can’t say it. Desire unfurls within me, relaxing every muscle as he holds me close.
Long moments later, he rolls me under him. And then he takes his time, slowly stripping me out of my clothes, kissing and touching every inch of exposed skin. He’s taking care with me, knowing how shaken I was earlier, and I love him for it. My body hums with desire, every nerve ending sparking as his lips graze over my skin. I reach for the button on his shirt, and he leans back on his heels, taking off his shirt himself.
I sit up and run my hands over his warm heated skin, loving the feel of his powerful chest and rippling abs. I’m bursting to tell him just how much I love him, but don’t want to risk not hearing it back. Instead I pour it all into a long passionate kiss.
He breaks the kiss, his dark eyes smoldering as he steps out of bed to strip out of the rest of his clothes. “I want you so bad.”
I open my arms to him. “You have me.”
He joins me again, stroking my hair back from my face as he gazes into my eyes. His voice is gravelly. “Shayla.”
My name sounds like a declaration of love. His lips meet mine, his tongue spearing inside as his hand runs down my body to pleasure central.
He shifts to my side, his fingers working magic while he kisses me long and deep. A haze of intense pleasure overwhelms me. My hips rock in time to his rhythm, bringing me up, up, up, higher and higher until I break with a cry and collapse to the mattress.
I hear the rustle of a condom wrapper, and then he’s back, settling between my legs and sliding home. He frames my face with his hands, kissing me deeply as we’re joined as closely as two people can be.
He lifts his head, gazing into my eyes as he slowly thrusts, every movement bringing us closer together. A connection of two souls lost without the other. My emotions soar along with the pleasure, filling me up, drawing me closer and closer to the man I love.
He nuzzles into my neck before thrusting harder and faster, taking me on a wild ride that leaves us both panting. I go off, my insides clenching around him, and that sets him off. He buries himself deep with a long groan and collapses on top of me.
I hold him tight.
After a few moments, he whispers in my ear, “I’ll go with you to Vancouver.”
My heart pounds harder. “You will?”
