we slide out of our seats and head out of the restaurant. It’s winter, which means it’s chilly since the sun has gone down. I shiver, and Shawn takes off his jacket and drapes it over my shoulders.
“Thanks.”
He reaches down and takes my hand, linking our fingers, and I feel the connection all the way to my toes.
He takes a deep breath, and I know how he feels because I feel the same thing.
Lust. Pure, unadulterated desire ricochets between us like crazy.
But it’s more than that. And if I choose to invite him in, I could be opening up a can of worms that I’ll spend months trying to close again.
When we reach my door, I unlock it and turn to him. He braces a hand on the doorframe and gently smiles down at me. His knuckles drift down my cheek, and that’s all it takes. There’s no way I can send him away now.
I want him too damn much.
“Do you want to come inside?” I ask. I hear the breathiness of my voice.
“Aye, I want to come in.”
I walk in ahead of him and drape his jacket over a chair. I hear the door snick closed behind me.
And when I turn, he’s there. This sexy-as-all-get-out, wonderful man whom I know so well. It’s been too long since I was with him, and this feels like a dream.
“How did you get better-looking?” I ask as my eyes sweep over his body from his messy, dark hair to his black shoes. “I think it should be illegal to get more attractive.”
He smirks. “Get over here.”
I cock a brow. “That’s right. You’re bossy.”
His lips twitch, and I cross to him. Why am I so damn nervous? I’ve been with this man dozens of times. The score then was the same as it is now.
No attachments.
Coworkers with benefits.
“Still not marrying you,” he murmurs, making me laugh and breaking the ice.
“No, certainly not.”
He reaches out to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear, and that’s all it takes. He descends on my mouth, kisses me with the fire of a thousand suns. The intense Shawn that I know is back, and all of his focus is on me.
It’s fucking amazing.
He lifts me easily and carries me to the bed.
“Shit, I’ll be right back.” He hurries over to his jacket and retrieves something out of the pocket, then returns to me and tosses several condoms onto the bedside table.
“Was I a sure thing, then?”
“Absolutely not,” he says with a laugh. “In fact, I was pretty sure that you’d be sending me on my way after dinner, but a man can hope, angel.”
The next kiss is long and slow. Thorough. Wet and all-consuming. He’s lazy about it, as if we have all the time in the world, and his only job is to memorize the shape of my mouth.
My hand drags down his back and grabs his ass. Shawn has a stellar ass.
He lazily kisses my neck. This is no frenzied quickie, and I’m glad because I want to memorize every moment, sigh, and sound.
I want this engrained on my brain for many years to come.
“I dreamed of you,” he says, his accent thicker with his arousal. He’s slow about getting me naked and has to pay close attention to each bit of skin he uncovers before moving on to the next. By the time I’m bare, I’m a writhing, panting mess of hormones.
And he’s still fully dressed.
“Take all of this off,” I demand as I pull at his shirt, but Shawn shakes his head no. “This works much better if we’re both naked, remember?”
“I remember everything,” he whispers. “I want to explore you first. I want to make you crazy.”
“Already there.”
He laughs and bites my side, just below my ribs. “Just lie back and enjoy, Lex.”
He parts my legs and nudges his broad shoulders between them. With his hands planted on my ass, his mouth descends on my most sensitive flesh, and he feasts on me.
Feasts. On. Me.
There’s just no other way to describe it. I’m a thrashing, moaning pile of goo as Shawn licks and nibbles, sucks and teases me into the kind of orgasm that leaves a person licking their lips and needing a drink.
Holy intense, Batman.
Before I can fully recover, he strips out of his clothes and reaches for a condom. I look my fill, taking in the olive skin, toned muscles, and the impressive size of him as he covers me, pins my hands above my head, and slowly sinks