Fire and light.
Shea stepped out of them, and I tossed them aside. Never letting go of my shoulders, she stared down at me, my head kicked back against the side of the bed.
I rushed through the buttons on my fly, toeing off my boots in the same second I pushed down my jeans and underwear.
My cock sprang free, and I shrugged my jeans the rest of the way off my legs.
That energy was glowing bright, this girl commanding every last one of my senses.
“Make me crazy, baby.”
Shea slowly dropped back down onto her knees, but those hands never let me go.
She swayed forward, and the inside of her thighs brushed my ribs.
I jerked.
“I need you,” she said.
And I totally fucking got it. Truth was, I needed her too.
“You have me.”
Her tongue swept along her bottom lip, and she sucked in a shaky breath as she eased back a fraction and wrapped her hand around my cock.
Our eyes locked as she slowly lowered herself on my length.
Fuck.
For the flash of a moment, I buried my face in her neck to cover my groan.
One touch.
One touch and my body was shaking like a teenager. But my soul had arrived somewhere far in the distance, in a future I’d never imagined.
Where this girl was always going to belong to me.
I took her by the hips.
Guiding her as she began to move.
Sliding sure up and down my dick.
A whimper fell from her when she edged back, our focus going to where we were connected.
My cock slick with her arousal.
Bare skin.
Perfect *.
She took me whole again and again.
“Shea.” I wound a fist in her hair. I tugged hard and nipped at her chin.
With both hands, she returned it with a fierce tug of her own. My scalp prickled with tiny spikes of exquisite pain. They skimmed down my spine, gathering low where a knot of pleasure built fast.
Quickly, I shifted, needing control. I held her around the waist as I shifted, crawling to my knees and taking Shea with me.
I laid her on the rug and I found myself wrapped up in miles of perfect legs as she locked herself around my waist. Fingertips dug into my back.
Pushing up on one hand, I looked down on the girl who’d shattered my world. Caramel eyes, dark and deep, and so fucking sweet.
“Don’t let go,” I warned, the demand gruff as I pulled out, the wide ridge of my head just barely hanging on. Then I slammed back home.
Shea cried out as her walls gripped me tight.
“Fuck…baby.”
I pulled in a breath, trying to keep my shit together. A furor of energy lifted high, dipping low, saturating our skin in sweat. Pulsing and pressing, a force neither of us stood a chance to resist.
And I knew if I ever lost her I’d no longer know how to survive.
I moved in her.
With her.
Neither of us gentle.
Every touch rough, every thrust and bow of our bodies sharp and severe.
I slipped a hand between us and began to work Shea’s clit.
And I could feel it, the way every inch of her tightened, how she started to glow.
Heat covered us, ripples of energy, this girl a summer storm.
Fierce and turbulent and beautiful.
“Come, sweet girl,” I whispered, when I felt her hanging on, like maybe she didn’t know how to let go. I increased the pressure, increased my pace.
She was staring at me when she came undone.
Splintering.
Her focus went hazy, as if she were floating with the stars.
She took me right along with her.
We stayed there for the longest time.
Elevated.
Absent.
Present only to each other.
Finally, I slumped down on top of her. I propped my weight on the bend of my knee and an elbow so I didn’t crush her. I pushed back the mounds of her mussed hair, just needing to see her.
This girl who was so gorgeous and broken and scared.
The woman who’d become my responsibility.
My future.
Because I’d be damned if I remained a prisoner to my past.
One I’d never walk away from again.
I loved Shea Bentley and she loved me.
It’s where it started and where it ended.
Nothing before or after or in between mattered.