“That’s right.” Shane pulled her underwear down until it tickled her knees before removing it and throwing it into the hidden darkness of the room.
In fiction, and the way she’d been led to believe this stuff worked, she was supposed to be in love with him. She was supposed to know his soul and all the Hallmark-romance crap being sold to the masses.
Love was a luxury she didn’t have time for.
If this worked and she had more than five days to live, she’d worry about love later.
He pushed apart her knees, warm fingers rough against her formerly untouched skin. She felt less virtuous with every passing moment and was certain pure was the last word to describe the feeling that accompanied Shane’s tongue sliding over the hot bundle of nerves at her core.
She cried out, forgetting all about shyness and self-consciousness, and took her hands away from her chest so she could grab two fistfuls of his thick hair. He’d paused at her exclamation, but when she latched her legs around his back and clenched like a vise grip, he got the message loud and clear.
The longer he lapped at her, the more her thoughts slipped away from worry about her future. When he slid two fingers inside her and she garbled out a string of incomprehensible vowel sounds, she was sure thought had gone out the window entirely.
This was sex?
She’d imagined it being much more aggressive and…shorter lived. A few sweaty pumps and she could call it a night with her virginity gone and her life saved.
Shane seemed to have a different idea about things, and she wasn’t planning to tell him he was going about it all wrong. What the hell did she know anyway? She hadn’t had a damned clue about sex, that’s for sure, because if she’d had the slightest idea it felt so damned glorious, she’d have thrown away her maidenhood a long time ago.
Her dizzy musings faded into starbursts of light and nothingness when he sucked her clit between his teeth and his tongue flicked with the frenetic energy of a hummingbird’s heartbeat. Siobhan’s back arched as she clawed at his damp skin, and she might have been screaming, but all she heard was white noise and the pounding of her own heart.
The moment exploded, leaving her whole body raw and shocked and her pulse racing.
She released him and melted bonelessly into the mattress, short panting breaths escaping her lips.
“What the fuck?” she whispered.
His head lifted from between her thighs, and the grin on his face damn near melted her resolve to feel nothing. Shane looked so goddamn proud of himself.
“Round one.”
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nbsp; “Holy.” Siobhan stared at the ceiling and tried to brush her hair from her eyes but found her limbs unwilling to respond properly. Her joints were suddenly constructed from overcooked pasta, and her pulse seemed to be throbbing in her vagina instead of her heart.
“You okay?” he asked, the mattress shifting under his weight as he put a knee on either side of her hips and rested his hands beside her shoulders.
She blinked at him and put a weak hand on his cheek. “Save your breath, Hewitt. Your work isn’t done yet.”
Who was this woman?
Shane had met a lot of girls in his time. A few of them had let him bed them and most others were beyond uninterested. Some had been wallflowers and others were so strong they made him feel emasculated because he knew perfectly well they could kick his ass in a fight without breaking a nail.
But the woman under him now was something entirely different.
She shivered, the aftershock of her orgasm shuddering across her body. Possibly her first orgasm. He smiled at the idea he’d been able to give someone their first orgasm.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
He dipped low, kissing the crook of her neck before moving his attention to her tightened nipple, sucking it between his teeth and lapping the sensitive skin until she was making the nonsensical noises he’d heard moments earlier.
“Nothing funny here,” he replied with a playful growl. “This is serious business.”
Shane reached over and pulled open the nightstand drawer, rooting around blindly for a condom. It may have been awhile, but a hopeful man was still always prepared. Siobhan watched him with detached interest, her warm hands exploring openly now, caressing his ass and moving to cup his balls. She gave a small squeeze, and he groaned.
“Baby…if you want me to take care of that virginity problem of yours, play nice or I’m not going to be any good to you.”
Siobhan’s eyes widened innocently and she released him, but her fingers still dusted playful touches against his shaft, and he didn’t miss the mischievous grin on her lips.