Fourteen
Melanie
Is there anything not sexy about this man? His brownstone is absolutely stunning. It was built in the twenties, which totally suits him, and the original architecture sits comfortably on his street. Living on the Upper West Side is usually a little more noisy than what I've noticed for this side of town and I can see why Shane enjoys living here. He can escape the noise of the office, the relaxation after traveling, and the ability to plan for a future family.
The inside of his house is a completely different story. Everything has been updated to modern conveniences yet still manages to match with the feeling of the history in the house.
Shane doesn't portray himself as ostentatious or frivolous with material things.
"Your house exudes warmth. Its crazy to how people saw you as cold hearted and ruthless at work yet you come home to this."
"I thought it would be easier to leave the work at work. When I'm home, I crash. The facade doesn't matter. No one comes here but my family and a few friends. This is my oasis from the chaos of the real world."
I continue to walk through the beautiful and comforting home taking in each room with a meticulous eye. It's surreal to think of Shane as two completely different men, but it makes sense. He follows closely behind waiting for an opinion I might give. He knows I'm not shy to saying well...anything.
"The more I look around, the more it suits you."
We walk up the stairs where he has several doors lining the hallway. He comments, "There are three bedrooms up here and each have their own bathrooms."
"Their own bathrooms? That's quite rare".
He chuckles. "When you grow up in a family as large as mine and then have to share pretty much everything, I didn't want my future family to be knocking heads. Although, my family would say it builds character to share your more private of spaces".
Shane walks me through the first two rooms that are set up simply each with a queen sized bed in each with soft quilts on both beds. Warm toned furniture and pictures of his family's farm back in Tennessee. I walk up the one that's panoramic view of the farm with what looks to be in his entire family.
"So with all of the pictures and homey efforts here, I'm gonna assume your family comes to visit often?"
He comes next to me and a soft smile spreads across his face. "They actually hate New York. To them, coming here is just a novelty and to appease me. They say visiting is just fine, but they would never want to live here."
I giggle a little. "My parents would probably agree with yours. I guess it's part of the whole small town upbringing. I had always dreamt of seeing the world. Living in NYC definitely helps with that. Where else can you get TexMex Asian Fusion at three in the morning?"
"That sounds both disgusting and intriguing at the same time."
We stand in silence in the room just a little while longer and he moves closer to the picture and traces his fingers over the heads of his family.
"I do miss them though. One of each of my brothers and sisters, Tracy and Justin, came to stay with me when my marriage imploded to make sure I was okay. I know some people would be stubborn to have their family watch as their lives are shredded to pieces in the society pages, but having my family stand by me was the best feeling. A few weeks after Tracy and Justin left, I started my bachelor lifestyle. They mocked me that they cramped my style."
I walk up behind him, lay my cheek between his shoulder blades, and wrap my hands to his front. "They sound like great people Shane."
"I know they'll love you as much as I do Melanie. I can't wait for you to meet them."
I only seem to focus on the words from the first sentence. "You love me?"
He turns around and places the same cheek inside the nook of his shoulder. "I think I loved you the moment I heard you discuss your law specialization in your interview video. Right and left you've tossed me off everything I've ever known. You've pushed me to get past the memories to grow as both a lawyer and more importantly, a strong man. I love arguing with you over simple contract negotiations and sitting at home with you on Sunday Hallmark nights. I love your obsession with unique shoes and I love that you make me smile every time I even glance in your way. Any wall I've had in the past ten years is completely gone with you in my life."
Tears fall from my eyes at his admission. They soak into his shirt and I tighten my arms around his waist. "I love you so much Shane. You let me be the woman I want to be and encourage me to be the best I can be. I've loved you ever since I proved you wrong on which theater company was going under."
I can feel his arm push lightly against me to have my body move back from his a little bit. He wipes away tears from my eyes and kisses me deeply. The tip of his tongue pushes through the spot in my lips, swirling his tongue with me own. Each time I feel him make a circle around my tongue, I want to pretend its his dick and suck on the head. His hands tighten around my waist as he dips me back a little with his kiss.
My own hands can't stop moving back and forth from his hard as steel ass to under his shirt. Feeling his skin pebble underneath my finger tips is creating a higher need for me to feel his skin against my own.
Shane has other plans though and the hands that were on my waist grab onto my ass and my legs instinctively wrap around him. He carries me from the room back to his living room, his lips barely leaving my own. The coolness of the leather couch against my back has me arching further into Shane's kiss.
Good lord I can't believe we are making out on his couch like a couple of teenagers. His big leather sectional allows for some moving around, but I love feeling the weight of Shane on top of me. His knee separates my legs in swift motion nearly catching me off guard but his frame has me pinned to hold on from the shock. His hips grind smoothly and sensuously inside of the vee he created. I'm at his total mercy right now. He continues to tease me when he rips his own shirt over his head and slowly unbuttons my blouse.
Shane's lips should be making money with how glorious they feel against my skin while he undresses me. He alternates between my own lips and devouring the upper half of my body. Every time I think I'll catch my breath, he dives right back in, and reclaims my lips to his own.
When he nibbles on my bottom lip, my moans grow louder and I scrape my nails along his back.Hours, minutes, or days, who knows how long we've been kissing at this point and if I didn't need air, food, and water, I would probably kiss Shane for as long as I could.
This is one of the best nights in his arms I could have asked for.