aching breasts, touching lightly at
her hard nipples. Once. Twice. And then a third time. She knew
Shane couldn’t see what she was doing, but he sure as hell knew
what she was touching.
Her hands eventually fell to the button at
her waistband and she undid it and pulled her zipper down enough
for her to wiggle her jeans down over her hips. Again, she did this
slowly, with care, aware that Shane’s eyes were now glued to her
butt and if he remembered her well enough he would know that…
“Fucking hell,” he said hoarsely.
She was bent over now, pulling her jeans down
her legs, exposing her bare ass to him as she did so. Bobbi wasn’t
fond of panties and going commando was one of her little guilty
pleasures. It used to drive Shane bat-shit crazy.
Especially when she used to go out in a short
skirt.
Once her jeans were free, she nudged them to
the side and cleared her throat, garnering his attention once more
as he dragged his gaze from her naked ass back up to her eyes.
Sweat gleamed along his forehead and she saw the veins that
strained in his neck. He was riding close to the edge and the power
she felt in that moment was heady.
He made a noise and she shook her head, “not
yet.”
The look in his eyes now, was much darker and
a thrill rolled through Bobbi as she spread her legs slightly. Her
chest was heaving, her breathing erratic as she watched him
watching her. When her fingers moved down her belly and then sank
into the wetness between her legs, she moaned, her desire rank and
powerful as Shane watched her.
Again he tried to see what she was doing but
he couldn’t.
“It’s your turn,” she whispered as she
continued to stroke herself. “Take your clothes off.”
Shane’s long sleeve Henley was over his head
and on the floor in two seconds flat. He tugged his boots off,
tossed them and his jeans followed suit. In less than a minute he
was completely naked and unlike Shane, Bobbi had no problem seeing
every inch of him.
He stood, almost glaring at her, hands fisted
to his sides as they stared at each other through the mirror. Her
fingers were between her legs, and deep inside she felt the
beginnings of an orgasm beckon.
Shane’s body had always been impressive. He
was tall, well over six feet in height, with powerful shoulders and
abs any athlete would kill for. Her eyes ran over his chest. Over
the intricate tattoo on his right pectoral—a new one—until she saw
the Gaelic symbol on his bicep.
Her tattoo.
Something tugged at her then. A powerful
emotion that she knew had no business rearing its head here. This
was all about the physical. She needed to shut that emotional shit
down right now.
Quickly her gaze dropped to his erection and
she bit her lip as she continued to work herself and watch him. Her
belly clenched, muscles tightening as she teased her clitoris and
coaxed the orgasm that was there, just at the edge.
When he strode forward she couldn’t
speak.
Instead, she felt the heat of him, the
hardness of his erection at her back when he came up behind her.
But he didn’t touch her. He watched her in the mirror, now able to
see everything, as she pleasured herself. As she came and shuddered
and moaned.
And then with a curse, Shane grabbed her.
He picked her up and carried her to the rug
in front of his fire place. He set her face down so that she rested
on her elbows with her ass in the air. And Bobbi, still in
recovery, watched as he rolled a condom over his straining
cock.
She was so turned on, her body still
trembling from its orgasm that she could barely speak.
When he moved in behind her. When she felt
one hand on the small of her back, and the other between her legs
urging them apart she managed to ask, “What...” but she was so far
gone she couldn’t finish her sentence.
Could you die from anticipation?
Shane covered her, his heat simmering along
her back as he leaned in close to whisper. “This would be the fast
and hard fucking.”
Bobbi squeezed her eyes shut,
her hard nipples. Once. Twice. And then a third time. She knew
Shane couldn’t see what she was doing, but he sure as hell knew
what she was touching.
Her hands eventually fell to the button at
her waistband and she undid it and pulled her zipper down enough
for her to wiggle her jeans down over her hips. Again, she did this
slowly, with care, aware that Shane’s eyes were now glued to her
butt and if he remembered her well enough he would know that…
“Fucking hell,” he said hoarsely.
She was bent over now, pulling her jeans down
her legs, exposing her bare ass to him as she did so. Bobbi wasn’t
fond of panties and going commando was one of her little guilty
pleasures. It used to drive Shane bat-shit crazy.
Especially when she used to go out in a short
skirt.
Once her jeans were free, she nudged them to
the side and cleared her throat, garnering his attention once more
as he dragged his gaze from her naked ass back up to her eyes.
Sweat gleamed along his forehead and she saw the veins that
strained in his neck. He was riding close to the edge and the power
she felt in that moment was heady.
He made a noise and she shook her head, “not
yet.”
The look in his eyes now, was much darker and
a thrill rolled through Bobbi as she spread her legs slightly. Her
chest was heaving, her breathing erratic as she watched him
watching her. When her fingers moved down her belly and then sank
into the wetness between her legs, she moaned, her desire rank and
powerful as Shane watched her.
Again he tried to see what she was doing but
he couldn’t.
“It’s your turn,” she whispered as she
continued to stroke herself. “Take your clothes off.”
Shane’s long sleeve Henley was over his head
and on the floor in two seconds flat. He tugged his boots off,
tossed them and his jeans followed suit. In less than a minute he
was completely naked and unlike Shane, Bobbi had no problem seeing
every inch of him.
He stood, almost glaring at her, hands fisted
to his sides as they stared at each other through the mirror. Her
fingers were between her legs, and deep inside she felt the
beginnings of an orgasm beckon.
Shane’s body had always been impressive. He
was tall, well over six feet in height, with powerful shoulders and
abs any athlete would kill for. Her eyes ran over his chest. Over
the intricate tattoo on his right pectoral—a new one—until she saw
the Gaelic symbol on his bicep.
Her tattoo.
Something tugged at her then. A powerful
emotion that she knew had no business rearing its head here. This
was all about the physical. She needed to shut that emotional shit
down right now.
Quickly her gaze dropped to his erection and
she bit her lip as she continued to work herself and watch him. Her
belly clenched, muscles tightening as she teased her clitoris and
coaxed the orgasm that was there, just at the edge.
When he strode forward she couldn’t
speak.
Instead, she felt the heat of him, the
hardness of his erection at her back when he came up behind her.
But he didn’t touch her. He watched her in the mirror, now able to
see everything, as she pleasured herself. As she came and shuddered
and moaned.
And then with a curse, Shane grabbed her.
He picked her up and carried her to the rug
in front of his fire place. He set her face down so that she rested
on her elbows with her ass in the air. And Bobbi, still in
recovery, watched as he rolled a condom over his straining
cock.
She was so turned on, her body still
trembling from its orgasm that she could barely speak.
When he moved in behind her. When she felt
one hand on the small of her back, and the other between her legs
urging them apart she managed to ask, “What...” but she was so far
gone she couldn’t finish her sentence.
Could you die from anticipation?
Shane covered her, his heat simmering along
her back as he leaned in close to whisper. “This would be the fast
and hard fucking.”
Bobbi squeezed her eyes shut,
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