A Hero for Tonight by Roni Adams Page A

the floor was also empty. Grabbing the old blanket from the back of the couch, she wrapped it around herself and made her way across the room. She was behind the bar when he came back.
    “I hope you don’t mind. I wanted some more wine.”
    By the strength of his erection, his trip upstairs obviously hadn’t done anything to quench his interest. “Just as long as you don’t tell me tomorrow that this was all because you were drunk.”
    “I’m not drunk.” With the two glasses, she walked from behind the bar and handed him one. “A little fuzzy maybe, but definitely not drunk.”
    She took a long drink and set her glass down to slide her hands along his body, settling over his hardness. She pushed at the elastic of his underwear and shoved them down his hips. He stepped out of them.
    “Sit down,” she commanded.
    Shane didn’t question, simply sat on the couch. Letting the blanket slide off her shoulders, she fell to her knees and spread his legs open. Her hands slid up his thighs, teasing and touching him before she settled her mouth over his erection. His groan of pleasure gave her confidence to treat him to the same torturous delight that he’d shown her.
    Reaching for the glass still in his hand, she took it from him and sipped. She then let the cool liquid drizzle out across his erection before lapping it all up with her tongue.
    Shane growled his pleasure and grasped her head in his hands. “Not like this. Come here,” he invited with a harsh breath.
    Krista stood, watched as he sheathed himself, then straddled his body once more, lowering herself over him. Pleasure coursed through her as he filled her, and she bit her lip against the intense sensation. He was large, but then everything about Shane was bigger than life—she expected no less.
    She rode him hard, rising and lowering as he guided her with his hands on her hips. Their mutual groans of pleasure and whimpering filled the basement.
    Shane cupped her breasts and held them together His fingers kneaded her nipples, and she rose faster and harder as another climax swept her away. She clenched her inner muscles, and within seconds, Shane tossed his head, his fingers on her breasts almost painful as he squeezed her in the throes of his own orgasm. He jerked and dropped the hands from her breasts to clasp her hips, holding her tighter on him.
    Krista finally dropped her head to the curve of his neck in an attempt to catch her breath. Shane wrapped his arms around her back and held her close, his fingers dancing up and down her spine.
    He chuckled. “Wow.”
    She lifted her head to glance at him. “Wow?”
    “Yeah, that was intense.”
    He plucked some tissues from the box on the side table and disposed of the condom before reaching for his wine glass and offering her a drink. She took a sip and he raised it to his own lips. But instead of drinking, he tipped the glass until the wine spilled down her cleavage. Krista gasped, followed quickly by a moan when he bent his head and licked it up.
    “That’s going to be sticky.”
    He lifted his head, his laughing gaze meeting hers. “Then we’ll have to take a shower. I’ll scrub it off for you.”
    The image of Shane in the shower rubbing soap-covered hands all over her skin and between her legs popped into mind. “That might be fun.”
    “Yeah?”
    She nodded, biting her bottom lip. “Yeah.”
    He scooted her off his lap. “Well, let’s do it then. Come on. We’ll go take a nice, warm shower.”
    He grabbed the wine bottle and her hand and led her upstairs.
    Krista followed him into the master bathroom. The shower was something out of a magazine. Oversized without any doors or shower curtain, it was made of some type of stone, done in grays, blues, and black and looked incredibly masculine and indulgent. There were shower heads everywhere.
    “This is quite the shower.”
    Shane reached past her and turned on the water. “It was with the house when I bought it. Have to admit, though, strong