Chapter Thirty-Five
Brooklyn
My fantasies didn’t touch the reality of having Shane drive me to the edge, only to bring me right back down, a torturous rollercoaster that I’d line up for time and time again.
“Are you ready to beg for your release yet?” His deep voice vibrated across my skin and traveled down to my core, leaving me that much closer.
“I don’t beg,” I said, hoping the poutiness in my voice would be enough to convince him how much I needed it.
“Hmm.” More vibrations, more toe-curling torture. “That’s a problem, because just this once, I’d like to hear you beg for it.”
“I don’t believe you,” I said, the words coming out shaky. “You want me begging for it all the time.”
A slow grin curved his lips. “Guilty.” He added the drag of his fingers, so close to where I wanted the friction, yet so far away. “It’s not a competition, Brooklyn. No losers, just winners. You admit that you need me, and I’ll admit that I need you.”
The tip of his tongue hit my clit, feather light, and if I hadn’t been gripping the sink, I would’ve melted right to the floor. “While you’re at it, go ahead and admit that you’re mine.”
My head dropped back against the mirror, a shiver of need wracking my body. “I know I said you drive me crazy, but this is a new form of insane.”
He arched his eyebrows as he waited for me to submit, so freaking arrogant, and in this case, rightfully so. Later I’d wipe the smirk off his face, but right now, he had me right where he wanted me, and I wanted me there, too.
I grabbed a fistful of his hair, tipped his head back, and met his gaze. “Please, Shane. I’m all yours, and I need you to finish me off so I can start torturing you.”
“Begging and motivation, all in one.” His whiskered jaw scraped the inside of my thigh. “Was that so hard?”
Yes, but now that it was out, I didn’t feel like I’d lost. There was something freeing about admitting that I needed him. I’d worry about how badly afterward, when every part of me wasn’t throbbing and aching.
He increased the pressure of his tongue, and as I reached the peak, he sucked me into his mouth. For a moment, I hung suspended on the brink, then I was free-falling, crying out his name as I let go and plunged into the waiting euphoria.
Shane stood and pulled me close to his chest. Then he reached behind me and took a condom out of his medicine cabinet.
My limbs slowly regained the ability to move, and I wrapped my hand around the back of Shane’s neck and brought his mouth down over mine. “I hope you know that payback’s going to be a bitch.”
“Looking forward to it.”
I scooted to the edge of the sink and then dragged my body down his, and while I’d meant to torture him, it made me long for the moment he’d be deep inside me, reaching places only he could.
Which left me one way to exact my revenge.
I dropped to my knees, and for the first time ever, I saw what Shane looked like when he was utterly stunned. I pulled down his briefs, gripped the base of his shaft, and sucked him deep into my mouth. He made a low noise in the back of his throat. I withdrew a few inches, not quite all the way, and swirled my tongue over him.
Then I moved my lips and kissed his thigh, one and then the other. Several places on his cut abs. The line of obliques leading to his hard length got a kiss, followed by a languid lick of my tongue that made them stand out even more.
“I’m not above begging,” he said, cupping my chin and tilting my head up. “Brooklyn, you own me, every single part of me. I’m all yours, and I need you so fucking bad I can hardly stand it.”
I noticed he didn’t say please, but I sucked him into my mouth again, enjoying the way his muscles tensed and his fingers tunneled into my hair. Enjoying this more than I ever had before. I wanted to make him feel as amazing as he’d made me feel.
A strangled noise came out of him and then his large hand circled my arm, and he pulled me to my feet. “I need to be inside you. Now.” He yanked off the T-shirt I had on and then spun me in his arms so that both of us were facing the mirror. I heard the crinkle of foil and then he pushed into me.
I bent forward, needing the support of the sink. Shane’s arm came around me, and he hauled me up against him, taking over the job of holding me up.
“Do you see how sexy you are?” He thrust deeper, and the hooded lids of the girl in the mirror met mine. She looked sexy, uninhibited, and on the verge of the mind-blowing orgasm I felt building. “Look how perfectly we fit together.”
Shane ran his thumb over my lower lip, and I bit it. He growled and pumped harder and faster, and I came undone again, his name falling from my lips. His release followed right after mine, and for a minute or so, we stayed like that. Connected in the most intense way, our ragged breaths filling the air, our mirror selves looking back at us like they couldn’t believe how incredible it’d been, either.
We cleaned up, then Shane picked up the T-shirt I’d borrowed from the floor and slipped it over my head. “I like you wearing my shirt.” He wadded it in his hand and tugged me closer. “I like you being in my house, in my bed, in my arms, pressed against me or underneath me.
“But most of all…” He lowered his lips to mine and swept his tongue inside my mouth, imprinting his kiss on my very soul before dropping his forehead to mine. “I like you being mine.”
My heart expanded against my rib cage. After things went bad with Conrad, I’d sworn to avoid possessive guys, but there was something about the way Shane said it, more like a relief and a promise than a threat.
I basked in being his. Like he said, we fit perfectly together, a way I’d never fit with anyone else.
And since we’d decided to let ourselves go ahead and want things, I sank farther into his embrace and grabbed hold of the way he’d told me that he was all mine.