Shane (Remington Ranch Book 2) by SJ McCoy Page A

after dinner. It had been a great evening. They’d laughed a lot. He was great company when he wasn’t being a cocky asshole. That wasn’t fair, she enjoyed it even when he was. Sparring with him was fun. She just hadn’t realized what a decent guy was lurking behind the banter. Looking at him now, the moonlight shining on his relaxed face as he drove, he was gorgeous. His strong jawline twitched as he smiled.
    “Do you like what you see?”
    She’d thought he was concentrating on driving. “You caught me,” she said.
    He laughed. “I forgive you, I know it’s hard not to stare.” He turned and shot her his cocky grin making her laugh, too.
    “You are so damned full of yourself.”
    He shrugged. “It’s hard not to be. You want to be, too. Admit it.”
    She cocked her head to one side not understanding.
    He turned and gave her that look that set her heart racing and the shivers racing down her spine. “Full of me.”
    “Damn you, Shane!”
    He laughed. “Come on, Princess. Be honest. That’s where we’re headed. I’ll take you home, we’ll chat a little until we can’t wait any longer, then, finally, we’re going to…”
    “No we are not!” She couldn’t believe she was saying it. She wanted him so badly she was wet for him already. She was desperate to get naked with him, be full of him, as he put it. But…no way was she going to let him dictate it on his terms, in his time, like she was some sure thing, that he’d play with and then take when he was ready.
    He glance across at her. “You don’t mean that. You want it as much as I do.”
    “I do mean it, Shane. No!”
    He drove on in silence, leaving her to wonder whether he was angry. Whether he’d lost all interest because he wasn’t going to get what he wanted.
    He pulled onto Mill Lane and drove up the long driveway. Once he brought the truck to a stop, he cut the ignition and turned to look at her. She couldn’t decipher the look on his face.
    “No?”
    She shook her head.
    He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned toward her. Damn her traitorous fingers, they were reaching up to his shoulders, pulling him closer. He stopped with his lips inches from hers.
    “Why not?”
    “Because you expect it.”
    He chuckled. “You’re right there.” He brushed his lips over hers and traced her cheek with his fingertips. “You want to though.”
    She nodded and let out a little sigh when he slid his hand down to cover her breast, his fingers teasing her taut nipple. She looked up into his eyes and his lips came down on hers. She clung to his shoulders as he kissed her deeply. His hand left her breast, stealthily making its way down between her legs. She was so glad she’d worn a short skirt. If she was honest, this was exactly why she’d worn it. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers traced her inner thigh until they reached her panties. He lifted his head a moment and gave her a questioning look. Damn him he was seeking permission now. She nodded and reclaimed his lips, kissing him hungrily as she opened her legs wider. He pulled her panties aside and traced her opening with his fingertips, then circled her clit, making her gasp. She was utterly defenseless as he teased her there, circling and squeezing until her hips were bucking. As she thrust them up, he slid two fingers deep inside her making her moan and thrust harder—wanting, needing more. He stilled his hand, not withdrawing his fingers, just letting her move around him. She rubbed herself against him, frustrated now.
    He lifted his head and smiled down at her, removing his hand and straightening her panties and skirt. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked each one, tantalizing her with the way he trailed then flicked his tongue, making her wish he was using it on her. She squirmed wanting to feel it on her where his fingers had been.
    “Mmm, sweet,” he murmured. She stared at him as he sat back. “Goodnight, Princess. You tell me when you’re ready. Until then I’ll