Bellamy shivered, not from the cold so much as the absence of him close to her body. The look that had been on his face when he’d talked about the car lingered in her mind, and it sent prickles of something hot and familiar through her.
Want.
“Hey, you’re cold. Let me grab your coat. It gets pretty drafty in here.” He started to turn away, and in that moment, Bellamy made a thoroughly impulsive choice.
Yet she didn’t hesitate.
She reached out, catching his forearm in the grasp of her fingers, not letting go. “I don’t want my coat.” Her voice was soft, at odds with the piercing stare between them as she moved in, placing herself so close to him that she could see the lean muscles in his jaw go tight with understanding.
“You don’t,” he said, his eyes dipping to her lips, then back to meet her gaze. It wasn’t a question.
Shane’s eyes hardened over her as she shook her head, her mouth pulling up into a slow smile. It might not make much sense, but there was something about the way he looked at her that made her positively hungry for him.
“No. I want you.”
He didn’t hesitate, either.
They didn’t so much kiss as collide, their bodies and mouths coming together with an unnamed force Bellamy was powerless to resist. Their tongues rounded against one another, both seeking and finding. Delicious, promising heat pushed its way through Bellamy’s body to reach even the smallest places, instant arousal thrumming through her body and heading south.
Shane slipped his hands around her face, his roughly callused fingers sweeping into her hair as his touch became slow and deliberate. “I want you, too. Fuck, so much.” His voice was a sexy rumble, low in his throat, as he drew his fingers down her neck to her chest, letting them rest on the soft cashmere between her breasts. “But this time I want you slow.”
She almost came right then and there, just from the promise.
“Oh, God.” Bellamy stood on her toes, folding his hand between their bodies with the force of the upward lift. After a searing kiss, she turned to fumble for the door handle on the car.
“No.” He pulled back and captured her hand with a look of controlled hunger, so smoldering that it was palpable. “I have something else in mind this time.” Stroking the neckline of her sweater, he followed the deep V to the heartbeat hammering in her chest.
The memory of his cock buried deep inside of her took her senses by storm, building the twinge in her pussy to a demanding ache. “But I’m kind of partial to the backseat of your car.”
“This will be even better.” The timbre of his words dared her as his hands moved in twin strokes down her ribcage to the edge of her sweater. Her nipples tingled, tight with the anticipation. “Trust me.”
Shane turned and walked to the workbench, grabbing the blanket he’d retrieved from his truck. Instead of returning to where Bellamy stood, he went toward the office, stopping at a panel of light switches on the wall. With a flick of his wrist, the overhead light disappeared, leaving them bathed in the low shadows of the swirling wind outside. The faint glow of the building’s exterior lights strained to shine in through the snowfall, casting a muted gold among the shadows.
It only took a handful of paces before Shane was next to her again. He shook out the blanket to spread it on the ground next to the car, then returned his attention to Bellamy by slipping his arms around her where she stood. His touch was electric, even over the fabric between them, and she couldn’t help the sigh that spilled from her.
“You feel so good,” she murmured, shocked to find it had been out loud. Her cheeks flushed and she squeezed her eyes shut, embarrassed as hell that the words had flown right out. Thinking about how hot he made her was one thing. Telling him, right out loud, was quite another.
Shane drew back to catch her expression in the shadows. He brought his lips to her ear, kissing the soft spot behind it before leaving a whisper in its place. “You shouldn’t hold back.” His hands slid under her sweater, teasing the skin there. “You’re so beautiful when you let go.”
Wetness pooled low between Bellamy’s legs, every inch of her hypnotized by the throaty cadence of Shane’s voice. He lowered his mouth to hers, his lips brushing against hers just enough to create soft friction. Shane parted from her, but just long enough to kneel over the blanket. As she followed, he wrapped his arms around her to settle her body right in the center before flipping the outer edge to cocoon them both beneath the fabric.
His mouth was slow and sweet on hers, each kiss driving straight through her as he settled his weight gently over her body. His fingers skimmed the column of her neck, then her collarbone, making her desperate. Bellamy reached between them to raise her sweater over her head, then slipped her hands low against his body for the edge of his shirt.
Shane caught her fingers, murmuring into her neck. “That’s not slow.”
God, she was going to die if she didn’t feel him on her, skin on skin. “I…I…”
“Tell me what you want, Bellamy.”
Desire shot right to her pussy at the sound of his words, and she arched toward him, searching. Detailed images of all the hot, filthy things she wanted him to do flashed through her mind, hitching her breath in her lungs and her words in her throat.
“Tell me what you want.” Shane’s hands moved down her bare shoulders, stopping on the thin straps of her bra, both his movements and his words prompting her with the promise of their heat. She buried her hands in his hair as his kisses followed the path of his hands, resting over the top of one breast, then the other, with a feather-soft touch of his lips. “Trust me.”
“I want to feel you,” she breathed, her nipples impossibly hard. “I want your mouth on me.”
A wicked stare glittered through his eyes as he looked up at her with a dark, seductive smile. Without a word, he shifted from her body to strip off his shirt, revealing the lean, corded muscles in his chest. Bellamy reached up to gather him in as he lowered himself back to her, and the sheer electricity of his skin on hers made her bite back a moan.
“I meant it when I said you shouldn’t hold back.” Shane’s hands brushed over the very tips of her breasts.
“Don’t stop,” she rasped, rising into his hands and fitting herself against his rock-hard cock. In one smooth motion, he pushed the straps from her shoulders, freeing her from the lace. His fingers turned slow circles around her nipples, and when he followed them with his tongue, Bellamy didn’t hold back.
If she was going to get what she wanted, then so was he.
“Touch me. Please. I want you everywhere.” She gave in to the words swirling through her head, letting them tumble out.
Shane’s hand traveled over her belly to the seam of her jeans, his fingers cupping her pussy in a lazy stroke that made her bite down on her bottom lip.
“I could touch you all night, just like this.”
Oh, God, Bellamy wasn’t going to last ten seconds with his hands on her, let alone all night. She writhed under the slow stroke of his fingers, and he coaxed another moan from her with a deliberate press over her clit.
“More. More, more. Take them off.” The whisper came up from her throat, heady and thrilling. Shane’s eyes flew to hers, shining with dark, glittering want. He had the button on her jeans undone before she could fully register his movement, drawing the zipper down to bare the swell of her hips and her satin panties underneath. Shane undressed her, then took off his jeans and settled over her, brushing her hair from her shoulders.