A Filthy Christmas (Filthy Line #6) - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,23

that and I hope you don’t screw me over, Shane. Okay? Sex first. Talk later.

That’s what my middle finger meant.

Shane didn’t speak a word.

So maybe he understood it.

Then again if he actually did understand that…

Maybe he was a better guy than I gave him credit for.

At the front door, Shane spun me around and kissed me.

He picked me up and pinned me against the door.

His hips thrust forward and I felt his thickening bulge between my legs.

Every part of my body - from my aching core to my broken heart - screamed YES! at the same time.

I clawed at the back of his shirt, already trying to take it off.

He opened the front door and carried me through his place.

I didn’t bother to look around.

I didn’t care about his place.

It wasn’t the first time I was in a rock star’s home.

There was no need to see guitars on the walls, records hung up, or abstract art with women’s boobs and nipples not so hidden. Or some painting that was supposed to be a waterfall, but it was pretty obvious it was a woman’s vagina.

Shane knew how to kiss.

That was for damn sure.

He kissed me like we were actually together.

There was passion in those kisses. A man who realized that kissing was a really important part to get to everything else.

The way his tongue moved around my mouth…

My boobs started to hurt a little. They felt swollen. My nipples scratched against my bra. My stomach fluttered. My inner thighs shivered. And my panties pulled against my wetness.

Shane was too good.

But… he was also perfect.

No feelings. No commitment. No sticking around.

He knew what I needed him to do to me.

And I never had to worry about falling for him.

I sat on the edge of the bed wearing nothing but my panties.

I put my hands to the bed, leaned back and put my head back.

His tongue and lips kissed loudly from my neck to my chest. As his mouth moved over my left breast, I let out a groan.

My right hand moved and touched my right hip.

My fingertips moved over the curve of my body.

Slowly, my hand began to squeeze… my own skin…

My teeth chattered as Shane’s teeth came together at my nipple and tugged.

My left hand shot up to his hair and I pulled.

He hissed as I looked at him.

“No biting,” I said.

“We’ll see about that, beauty,” he whispered.

He looked down at my right hand.

Before I could say anything, he grabbed it.

“You’re fucking perfect the way you are, Lita,” he said. “Don’t let someone else get to you. And if you need to keep your hand distracted and busy, I have something big for you to play with.”

He put my hand between his legs.

Through his jeans I felt him.

My body filled with warmth and my hips rocked left to right.

Shane dropped his jeans and I caught his cock as it popped free.

I was eye level with it.

His beautifully smooth and thick shaft. Made for one thing and one thing only…

Well, maybe two things.

An urge went through me and I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the full head of his cock. My right hand cascaded down his hardness and I curled my fingers tight at his root. I gripped and pumped with my hand as my mouth teased him.

I slowly opened my mouth and welcomed him into it. I stopped where the soft tip ended and pulled back. My teeth grazed that sensitive skin and Shane jumped and groaned.

“No teeth, Lita,” he growled.

I pulled my mouth away and looked up at him. “We’ll see about that…”

Shane put his right hand to the back of my head and made a fist in my hair.

I moved forward again and took him into my mouth once more.

I moved slowly, savoring his thickness. I took as much of him as I could, then used my hand to meet my lips. When I began to move my mouth and hand in opposite directions, Shane let out a long groan and gently began to thrust at me.

I had him right where he wanted to be.

And as good as he tasted, it wasn’t what I wanted…

I moved my hand away from his cock first.

My mouth was second, but as slow as I could go.

Sucking as I moved back, so when my mouth came off him, it made a loud pop noise.

I put my hands to the bed once more and licked my lips and began to inch back on the bed.

“Now you’ve pissed me off,” he whispered.

“And what