she’d already returned to kissing him, her hands stroking everything within her reach.
She fit against him perfectly, like her hips were made to cradle his. He smoothed a hand up her spine, molding her to him. Drowning in all that softness. She made sweet, sexy sounds as he touched and kissed her, the little purrs of approval spiking the heat in his veins until he was an inferno all over for her.
“I want to be on top.” She splayed her palms on his chest, pushing him.
“What about your foot?” He didn’t want her to twist it and add to the injury.
“It’s going to be great,” she insisted, still pushing him back, shifting her legs around.
Until she frowned.
“What?” He stilled. Damn it, he should have listened to his instincts.
“Maybe you’re right,” she admitted, lying down sideways so they faced each other, her expression troubled. “It wouldn’t work the other way.”
“Shea.” He breathed her name over her bare shoulder, pressing a kiss there. “I’m going to love being inside you any way I can have you.”
“You sure have a way with words for a man who spends six hours a day in a gym.”
“Wait until I show you my way with my hands.” He wrapped her thigh around his hip bringing all that sweet feminine heat closer.
Her eyes fluttered closed when he stroked a touch inside her leg, teasing her. He kept his eyes open to watch the play of emotions over her face in the firelight, skimming his knuckle up the slick center of her. Over and over. When she bit her lip, he increased the pressure, savoring the feel of her.
Everything about her was so damn beautiful.
When she passed him a condom with trembling fingers, he gave in, rolling it on and edging his way inside her. She wound herself around him, anchoring her body to his while he moved in her. Slowly. Deeply.
He plunged a hand in her hair, realizing he was laying on half of it like a blanket. But they were so close, entwined, it didn’t matter. Her hands stroked all over his back, her exhales soft puffs against his ear. Her body held his tight, the slick heat of her pulling him.
When she opened her eyes to look at him though, the connection he felt made his heartbeat stutter. Heat rushed up the back of his neck. He crushed her to him, his pulse thundering so damn loud he couldn’t hear anything else.
She went still for a moment, then thrust her hips hard against his, driving them both where they wanted to go. The rhythmic squeeze of her feminine muscles around him ensured he went over the edge with her, his body releasing so hard and long he had to hold her tight to make sure he didn’t edge her off the couch. Sensation swamped him, dragging him under until he was damn near senseless with all that pleasure.
It took a long while after for his heart to settle into something even close to normal. He didn’t trust himself to speak though, unsure what he was feeling and not wanting to spoil whatever had just happened between them.
Even Shea, who seemed like she’d been trying hard to keep things light between them, stayed quiet. She let him rewrap her foot for the night. He found her brush in her suitcase and brushed out her hair as it began to dry. He brought in her crutches from outside in case she needed them during the night.
But for the most part, they just watched the fire and let the night wrap itself around them. Christmas was in four more days and she hadn’t promised him anything beyond that.
So for now, he planned to make each moment last. Especially the good ones when she fell asleep with her red hair spilling over his chest, trusting him with her body if not her heart.
Chapter Nine
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T wo days later, Shea helped J.C. strap Riley Elliot into a sled for a round of hockey with his friends.
The outdoor rink ice had been frozen the day before, but J.C. had wanted to groom it more and add another layer. He’d spent hours hand-grooming it with a special wand that layered water over the ice, like a Zamboni in
She fit against him perfectly, like her hips were made to cradle his. He smoothed a hand up her spine, molding her to him. Drowning in all that softness. She made sweet, sexy sounds as he touched and kissed her, the little purrs of approval spiking the heat in his veins until he was an inferno all over for her.
“I want to be on top.” She splayed her palms on his chest, pushing him.
“What about your foot?” He didn’t want her to twist it and add to the injury.
“It’s going to be great,” she insisted, still pushing him back, shifting her legs around.
Until she frowned.
“What?” He stilled. Damn it, he should have listened to his instincts.
“Maybe you’re right,” she admitted, lying down sideways so they faced each other, her expression troubled. “It wouldn’t work the other way.”
“Shea.” He breathed her name over her bare shoulder, pressing a kiss there. “I’m going to love being inside you any way I can have you.”
“You sure have a way with words for a man who spends six hours a day in a gym.”
“Wait until I show you my way with my hands.” He wrapped her thigh around his hip bringing all that sweet feminine heat closer.
Her eyes fluttered closed when he stroked a touch inside her leg, teasing her. He kept his eyes open to watch the play of emotions over her face in the firelight, skimming his knuckle up the slick center of her. Over and over. When she bit her lip, he increased the pressure, savoring the feel of her.
Everything about her was so damn beautiful.
When she passed him a condom with trembling fingers, he gave in, rolling it on and edging his way inside her. She wound herself around him, anchoring her body to his while he moved in her. Slowly. Deeply.
He plunged a hand in her hair, realizing he was laying on half of it like a blanket. But they were so close, entwined, it didn’t matter. Her hands stroked all over his back, her exhales soft puffs against his ear. Her body held his tight, the slick heat of her pulling him.
When she opened her eyes to look at him though, the connection he felt made his heartbeat stutter. Heat rushed up the back of his neck. He crushed her to him, his pulse thundering so damn loud he couldn’t hear anything else.
She went still for a moment, then thrust her hips hard against his, driving them both where they wanted to go. The rhythmic squeeze of her feminine muscles around him ensured he went over the edge with her, his body releasing so hard and long he had to hold her tight to make sure he didn’t edge her off the couch. Sensation swamped him, dragging him under until he was damn near senseless with all that pleasure.
It took a long while after for his heart to settle into something even close to normal. He didn’t trust himself to speak though, unsure what he was feeling and not wanting to spoil whatever had just happened between them.
Even Shea, who seemed like she’d been trying hard to keep things light between them, stayed quiet. She let him rewrap her foot for the night. He found her brush in her suitcase and brushed out her hair as it began to dry. He brought in her crutches from outside in case she needed them during the night.
But for the most part, they just watched the fire and let the night wrap itself around them. Christmas was in four more days and she hadn’t promised him anything beyond that.
So for now, he planned to make each moment last. Especially the good ones when she fell asleep with her red hair spilling over his chest, trusting him with her body if not her heart.
Chapter Nine
‡
T wo days later, Shea helped J.C. strap Riley Elliot into a sled for a round of hockey with his friends.
The outdoor rink ice had been frozen the day before, but J.C. had wanted to groom it more and add another layer. He’d spent hours hand-grooming it with a special wand that layered water over the ice, like a Zamboni in
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