Makena

Heat blisters through me as Shane’s mouth takes mine. It’s nothing like the earlier kiss. This one is even more wild, more crazed, and I feel myself unravelling, my inhibitions falling off me like shackles that have kept me weighted down.

His hands, big and rough, push the blanket off my shoulders, unhooking my bra before pulling me against his chest. Despite the chill in the cabin, his skin is hot against mine, and I let out a small moan as my nipples brush against his warmth.

I feel him smile against my mouth, slowing his kiss. His tongue does a small sweep across my bottom lip, before he pulls back slightly.

“God, ye’re gorgeous,” he says, his gaze roaming down my body, one hand unfastening the button of my jeans, then lowering his mouth to one breast. He takes my nipple between his lips and sucks it, twirling his tongue around the bud.

Goosebumps assault my skin, making me shiver.

It feels good. Better than good. Being with him feels…right.

I’ve always been insecure about my body, but under Shane’s gaze I feel beautiful, and I do nothing to hide myself from him.

His mouth switches to my other breast, giving it a quick, hard suck, before lowering himself, kneeling in front of me and starting an assault of kisses on my stomach as he starts rolling my pants over my hips, then down my thighs. He takes his time, glancing up at me with a grin that leaves my knees wobbly as he places my hands on his shoulders, then lifts one leg to remove my jeans, then the other.

I’m standing in front of him in just my thong.

“Jeezus, Makena.” He breathes out harshly, palms cupping my ass as he stares up at me like I’m some type of goddess. “Ye’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

I know it’s not the truth, but right now, I want to believe it. Want to be worshipped and possessed by this man who is supposed to be nothing, and yet somehow in this moment, is everything to me.

A turning point. That’s what this is. An awakening. And I know after today, I’ll never be the same.

I keep my hands on his shoulders as his mouth returns to my stomach. When one large palm sweeps between my thighs, the ache that starts is so intense, a small whimper leaves my lips.

“Are ye already wet for me, love?” He murmurs against my skin as his head lowers. Pushing my thighs open with one hand, so that his face is between my legs, he blows a warm breath against my already damp panties, before dragging his teeth across the material, then giving my clit a tiny nip.

My God.

I arch towards him, needing friction.

He chuckles against me, the vibration almost making me come, then slides a finger under the material, pushing it aside.

My entire body is trembling with need.

His tongue dances across my seam, and I suck in a breath at the feeling of his mouth on me. His movements are unhurried, but the intensity is tangible.

“Shane,” I cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair as an orgasm rocks through my body, making my knees give out.

“I’ve got ye, love,” he murmurs, and the next thing I know, I’m against his hard chest and he’s carrying me.

My arms wrap around his neck as he lays me gently on the bed. It creaks with our weight as he positions himself above me, edging my thighs open with his knee.

Shamelessly, I lock my legs around his waist, rubbing against him, kissing him like he’s oxygen and I’ve been void of air for far too long.

Desperate.

Frantic.

Like if I don’t hold on, this moment will slip away. He’ll slip away. Which I know is exactly what he’ll do once this is over.

But right now, I don’t care.

He lifts himself off me, and I whimper at the loss of his weight. I watch as he crosses the small room. Rain pelts hard against the windows, the sky a dark gray, and the fire in the hearth casts an orange glow across the room.

Shane shuffles through a drawer before pulling out a box of condoms.

For a fleeting moment, insecurities rush through me, and I wonder how many other women he’s had here, knowing I’ll just be another notch in his bedpost. But when he turns back to me, the look in his eyes washes away all trepidation.

I’m his. Right now, in this moment. That’s all that matters.

Standing by the edge of the bed, he slowly unbuckles his belt, his gaze never lifting from mine. His usual cocky grin is replaced by a look that’s almost feral.

Thumbs latching into the waist of his jeans and boxers, he pulls them over his hips and down his powerful thighs, so that he’s standing naked in front of me.

“Wow.” The word comes out before I can clamp my lips over it, and he chuckles softly.

The man is gorgeous. All rippling muscles. But it’s his eyes that hold me, that pull me out of myself and allow me to be free in this moment.

Then he’s crawling over me, his fingers latching on to the thin material of my thong, and pulling it slowly down my legs.

On his knees, he lifts me up, pulling me towards him so that I’m mirroring his posture, and his hard cock is pressed against my belly. I place my palms on his chest, my fingers dancing across the dark ink that’s a mix of Celtic symbols and words.

His fingers curl in the hair at the nape of my neck, tangling so that I’m forced to meet his gaze. His wild, green eyes stare down at me, his face flushed with lust.

“Do ye know how easy it would be to bury myself inside ye right now?”

I lick my lips, wanting him to do just that.

“But I’m going to take my time with ye, love. And by the end of tonight, I’m going to know every inch of yer body as if it were my own.”

His mouth covers mine, and once again I’m consumed by the man. He kisses me with a greedy hunger, one that matches my own.

My entire body molds and melts into him. I’ve never known sensations so exhilarating, so intense. Every touch, every kiss, makes me even more desperate to have him inside of me, until all I can do is hold on to him and whimper for more.

His mouth and hands explore my body, and I’m helpless to him. Arching and aching as his fingers are once again inside me, his tongue flicking at my clit, and I begin to shake from the sensation of it.

So many times, I get close to coming, and he pulls back, that mischievous grin on his face as he moves to another spot that has flaming pleasure racing straight to my womb. His lips brush softly against the inside of my thigh. He gives my clit one last lick, before I’m flipped onto my stomach, the heavy head of his cock brushing up against my ass.

He groans as a hand kneads one cheek, then gives it a small slap.

His mouth is against my ear, when he says roughly, “Ye have a perfect ass, Makena.”

I wiggle beneath him, needing the friction, willing to give him anything, even this, if it meant finally being filled by him.

My fingers curl into the sheets as he kisses my neck, then trails his lips down my back.

I’m not sure how much time passes. Minutes, hours, days. But Shane makes good on his promise to explore every inch of my body, and by the time he flips me over again, my body is wound tight, and I can feel my orgasm just out of reach, the pleasure a small torture.

“So beautiful.” The blaze of lust in his eyes scorches me.

“Shane, please,” I beg, squirming beneath him.

He rips a condom package open with his teeth, then rolls it over the engorged head and down the thick length of his cock, then positions himself between my thighs.

A low growl-like moan vibrates from his chest. “If there’s any part of ye that doesn’t want this, ye’ve got less than a second to tell me.”

“I want this.”

He thrusts inside me, and I suck in a breath as my body expands to take in his full length and thickness.

God, I didn’t know anything could be this good. Especially not sex.

I feel his every movement like our bodies are one.

No inhibitions.

No fears.

Just pleasure.

I’m so close to coming, and I cry out desperately. “Oh God…Shane. It feels so good.”

Every slow, delicious thrust sends exquisite pleasure racing through my entire body, and then I’m falling over the edge in a mindless rapture, moaning his name as I clench around him in wild abandon.

“Makena,” Shane growls, making my eyes flutter open and look at him. The blaze of lust I see there sears through me, as my body continues to spasm around him, removing all my defenses.

And I’m no longer falling. I’ve crash-landed straight into the arms of Irish trouble.