Imagine With Me (With Me in Seattle #15) - Kristen Proby Page 0,20

all.”

“My lips are numb. I’m not sure how I’m speaking now,” I admit.

Shawn slides my pants down my legs, and then it’s do not pass go because his fingers land right on my pussy. “How about these lips? Are they numb?”

“Nope,” I reply, nearly jackknifing off the bed. “Total sensation there.”

“Excellent.” He pushes my legs up and spreads them wide, and then his mouth covers me, licking and sucking, making the biggest mess between my legs I’ve ever experienced. And he’s totally right.

I can’t speak.

I can only writhe and pant and pull on his thick, dark hair. I don’t know whether I should beg him to stop or plead with him to continue forever. With his lips fastened around my lips, he presses his thumb against my clit, and I shatter.

As I fall back to Earth, Shawn licks up my pubis and tickles my navel, then plucks at my nipples with his teeth as he pins my arms above my head with one hand.

I frown. “I like touching you.”

“And you will again.” He reaches for a condom, tears it open with his teeth, and manages to sheath himself one-handed. He nudges his way between my legs and then pauses.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Well, you’re massive, so that’s inevitable.”

His lips twitch. “That was excellent for my ego.”

“It’s the truth. But I’m so hot and bothered right now, I don’t think it’s going to hurt at all.”

His face softens. “Just tell me. No safe word, just tell me if it isn’t good. Okay?”

“Deal.”

He pushes in, and where I thought he’d meet resistance, that I’d have to breathe to work through the initial sting of pain, there’s only pleasure. I’m so wet, he slips in easily, and then he smiles down at me.

“Okay?”

“Holy hell, Shawn, more than okay.”

“That’s what I want to hear.” He moves his hips in a slow circle and then speeds up. The head of his cock drags against my sensitive walls, and I feel the pressure building inside me all over again.

He finally releases my hands so he can brace himself against the wall above my head, and I immediately grip his ass, urging him to go faster, a little harder.

“Here, love.” He reverses our position, and I eagerly ride him, then reach back to cup his balls as I clench my inner walls and watch in fascination as he succumbs to his own climax.

We’re panting—heaving really—watching each other as we gather our wits and come down from the high of the best orgasm in the history of the world.

“I think I’m sober now,” I say with a breathy laugh before collapsing on Shawn’s chest. “Sober and sated.”

Chapter 6

~Lexi~

I turn onto my side and stretch like a lazy cat, enjoying the way the crisp, cool sheets feel against my naked skin. My muscles are sore. Deliciously so. Shawn gave me a workout last night that I won’t soon forget. And while he didn’t do anything that was even close to needing a safe word, he was intense in his lovemaking. I’m excited to explore this with him. Is it unprofessional and inappropriate? Yeah, it is. We’re colleagues, and he’s roughly seven years younger than me. I mean, I’m not old enough to be his mother, but I am about the same age as his eldest brother.

I suppose that as long as it doesn’t bother him, it shouldn’t bother me. But I might ask him about it later, just to be sure.

Although, given how he behaved throughout the night, I’d guess our age gap isn’t a concern for him. Not in the least.

I open my eyes, expecting to see Shawn lying next to me, but the bed is empty. I take a deep breath, and the smell of bacon and coffee invades my senses.

Shawn can cook. I should start running again just to burn off the extra calories I’ve been consuming thanks to the man’s culinary skills.

I rub my eyes as I climb out of bed and pad into Shawn’s closet to help myself to one of his shirts. My stuff is all in the guest room upstairs, and I’m not going to wear the grease-smelling shirt I wore at the pub last night.

I slip into a black T-shirt that hangs down to mid-thigh on me, slip a condom into the breast pocket just in case, and walk out to the kitchen.

Shawn is wearing a white tee and gym shorts. His hair is a mess from my fingers, and he has a day’s worth of scruff of his