I pull at the straps of her bra, wanting the thing off but not having the slightest clue how to do it. She giggles against my lips at my clumsy attempt and I push her back against the wall in the hallway. “I wish I was better at this.” My forehead presses to hers while she easily releases the clasp and it falls to the floor.
She hooks the elastic of my boxers with her fingers and brings my hips to hers. The heat of her bare chest hits mine. “You’re better than you think.”
The sensation of her warmth against me makes the urge to explode impossible to ignore. I’m shivering with excitement, raw desire, and a hint of nerves. I bend, cup her bottom, and easily lift her into my arms. Her legs wrap tightly around my waist and her heat grinds against my erection.
“Mmm . . . you feel so good.”
Her tongue licks along my neck, the wet slide against my scar making me jerk behind my boxers.
I carry her into my room with uncoordinated steps and gently lay her down on the bed. There’s a brief moment of insecurity, of what she might think of my stark room, the bare twin mattress with cheap sheets and sleeping bag blanket, but all that fear quickly evaporates when her hand grips me over the cotton of my boxers.
“Is this . . . really happening?” I pant against her neck, and she slides her hand beneath the elastic and wraps her fist around me. “Oh . . .” I moan, and she bows on the bed in a way that makes me lose my breath.
“Yes, but only if you want it to.”
I reach down and cup her between her legs like she taught me earlier, running my fingers roughly over her until she’s groaning in frustration.
“I want to feel you.” She releases me to pop the button of her jeans and I hop off the bed to remove her boots, socks, and finally her jeans and panties until she’s completely bared to me.
The visual hits me like an erotic assault and I step back in admiration. I record the moment to memory, hammering it into my head while swearing to myself that if Gage robs me of this with her, I’ll never forgive him.
She props herself up on her elbows and my gaze follows the weight of her breasts, and the dark pebbled nipples that beg for my mouth. “Lucas?”
My eyes dart to hers and she relaxes a little. Maybe she’s just as nervous about Gage stealing this as I am.
“I don’t have a condom.” Never really had any need for one before now.
“It’s okay. We don’t have to have sex.”
My jaw drops open and I slam it shut, hoping she doesn’t notice.
She laughs and holds her hand out. “Okay, maybe we do.”
I can’t trust my body with Shyann’s unless I know I can keep her safe. If I were able to communicate with Gage, I could ask him if he has a stash hidden somewhere— Oh!
“Wait!” I hold up a hand and race to the bathroom, searching through drawers until—aha! A single square of foil.
Thank you, Gage!
Back in the room, I find Shy lying on her side, her black hair scattered around my pillow, and the feminine swells of her form calling for mine.
“You’re the most extraordinary thing I’ve ever seen, Shy.” My voice cracks with the emotion of it all, the lust driving through my veins, combined with something heavy that’s new and terrifying.
I palm the condom and pull off my boots, allow my jeans to drop to my ankles and kick them off along with my socks. Her eyes drink me in and every feeling I have for her is reflected in her stare. Is it even possible that she could have a fraction of what I have going on for her, going on for me?
In nothing but my boxers, my hard-on punching through the thin white cotton, I cross to the bed. She rolls to her back, as if her body is reflexively opening for my intrusion. Standing—terrified of getting too close, for I know once our bodies connect, I’ll be lost to her completely—I hang on to a little bit of my control.
I bring my hand between her legs and— My breath leaves my lips on a hiss. So warm and wet and perfect. I use my fingers like she showed me and find the parts of her body that make her writhe and moan, sinking one finger inside, then adding another until everything in me wants to crawl deep within.
“I want to kiss you here.”
She bites her lip and nods.
I move to the end of the bed, putting one knee between her feet and pressing open her thighs. “You’re so beautiful.”
Her hands grip the bed, her hips rolling in invitation. “Please, Lucas. I can’t wait any longer.”
Bending forward, I use my tongue the way I did my fingers. A long cry bursts from her lips and I shoot upright. “Did that hurt? Did I do—”
She shakes her head impatiently. “No, hurry . . . more.”
My chest swells and my lips twitch. “You like it.”
“Yes, please, yes. So much.”
I resume my position and kiss her between her legs the way I kiss her mouth, alternating between long swipes of my tongue, nips with my teeth, and gentle suction that has her moaning my name and begging. Her taste floods my mouth and feeds my addiction.