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better than
her favorite vibrator, especially during the moments when he backed away, letting
her anticipate his next action. Every nerve ending in her body leapt in awakening.
A thousand drums began needy tattoos in her sex. Her lungs started rationing her breath
to her throat.
She seriously started to hate her clothes.
Shane’s face betrayed his concurrence. No more smirks. No more persistent charm. The
storm had taken command, darkening his eyes and clamping his jaw. His arms coiled
as he plummeted his hands down her back, grabbing her shirt in fistfuls, the movements
timed to his rough breaths.
He held back on kissing her again. Instead, he watched her face with while sweeping
his hands beneath her shirt. His stare heated as he clawed the length of her spine
with his fingernails, eliciting a keen deep in her throat.
“Sh-Shane,” she stammered. “That feels so—ahhh!”
She gave up the scream as he dropped his head to scrape her neck with his teeth. Shivers
cascaded as he followed the sharp burn with the silken perfection of his tongue. After
sweeping both hands over the solid perfection of his chest, she jammed into his hair
to urge him on. The strands were thick and soft and perfect in her grip.
He groaned deep while suckling his way to her ear, shoving back her hair with his
nose in order to bite the flesh there with more force. The surge of pain jacked her
heartbeat, making her shriek the same second her bra snapped free beneath his fingers.
“Perfect.” His husky praise resonated through her ear. “You’re so fucking perfect,
baby girl.”
His adoration made her head spin. Her blood simmer.
Before her world careened.
Everything in the room spun before her eyes as he twirled her around, making her face
the bed. He anchored her by yanking her back against him, but not before shoving her
shirt over her head and letting her bra tumble free after it.
Zoe gasped as her nipples responded to the air conditioning, though she owed just
as many shivers to his big, conquering hands, marking every inch of her exposed flesh
as his willing territory. His touch was hot and bold, claiming her in giant swaths
from the waist up until he scooped his fingers around both breasts. She cried out
in pleasure and agony as he squeezed until her nipples jutted into his palms.
Her head fell back against his shoulder. She moaned, once more breathing in the forest
musk of his scent as his thumbs rolled against her skin. He closed in those seductive
circles, nearing the center of her breasts with each rotation. “Ohhhh,” she whispered.
Her eyes drifted shut as he licked from the bottom of her ear to the top of her shoulder.
Vaya , what his touch did to her, how exquisite he made her feel. God had skipped her on
the way to endowing Ava with the great boobs in the family. Though Zoe always made
the most of hers by working with costume designers on strategic padding, their nude
truth was something her lovers tolerated instead of appreciated. But caught beneath
Shane’s touch, she was a goddess. Adored. Caressed.
“ Ay !”
And pinched. And tugged. Hard. Then again. She screamed again, trying to buck against
him.
“Sssshhh.” The bastard was calm to the point of infuriating. “Breathe for me, Zoe.
That’ll help you process it better.”
“Process it ?” she flung. “You mean your torture pinchers?”
He sucked at the curve of her ear once more. “It’s only my fingers, beautiful. Not
even real nipple clamps. Though fuck, these sweet little cherries would look incredible,
squeezed by a pair of pretty clamps. I’d buy you a pair with dangling sapphires to
match that fire in your eyes…” A growl took over his tone as he closed his fingers
again. When he started twisting at her nubs as well, rolling and tugging, she squirmed
harder.
“ Burnett !”
“What?” So serene. So maddening. So sexy.
“It hurts, dammit!”
“And you’re not
her favorite vibrator, especially during the moments when he backed away, letting
her anticipate his next action. Every nerve ending in her body leapt in awakening.
A thousand drums began needy tattoos in her sex. Her lungs started rationing her breath
to her throat.
She seriously started to hate her clothes.
Shane’s face betrayed his concurrence. No more smirks. No more persistent charm. The
storm had taken command, darkening his eyes and clamping his jaw. His arms coiled
as he plummeted his hands down her back, grabbing her shirt in fistfuls, the movements
timed to his rough breaths.
He held back on kissing her again. Instead, he watched her face with while sweeping
his hands beneath her shirt. His stare heated as he clawed the length of her spine
with his fingernails, eliciting a keen deep in her throat.
“Sh-Shane,” she stammered. “That feels so—ahhh!”
She gave up the scream as he dropped his head to scrape her neck with his teeth. Shivers
cascaded as he followed the sharp burn with the silken perfection of his tongue. After
sweeping both hands over the solid perfection of his chest, she jammed into his hair
to urge him on. The strands were thick and soft and perfect in her grip.
He groaned deep while suckling his way to her ear, shoving back her hair with his
nose in order to bite the flesh there with more force. The surge of pain jacked her
heartbeat, making her shriek the same second her bra snapped free beneath his fingers.
“Perfect.” His husky praise resonated through her ear. “You’re so fucking perfect,
baby girl.”
His adoration made her head spin. Her blood simmer.
Before her world careened.
Everything in the room spun before her eyes as he twirled her around, making her face
the bed. He anchored her by yanking her back against him, but not before shoving her
shirt over her head and letting her bra tumble free after it.
Zoe gasped as her nipples responded to the air conditioning, though she owed just
as many shivers to his big, conquering hands, marking every inch of her exposed flesh
as his willing territory. His touch was hot and bold, claiming her in giant swaths
from the waist up until he scooped his fingers around both breasts. She cried out
in pleasure and agony as he squeezed until her nipples jutted into his palms.
Her head fell back against his shoulder. She moaned, once more breathing in the forest
musk of his scent as his thumbs rolled against her skin. He closed in those seductive
circles, nearing the center of her breasts with each rotation. “Ohhhh,” she whispered.
Her eyes drifted shut as he licked from the bottom of her ear to the top of her shoulder.
Vaya , what his touch did to her, how exquisite he made her feel. God had skipped her on
the way to endowing Ava with the great boobs in the family. Though Zoe always made
the most of hers by working with costume designers on strategic padding, their nude
truth was something her lovers tolerated instead of appreciated. But caught beneath
Shane’s touch, she was a goddess. Adored. Caressed.
“ Ay !”
And pinched. And tugged. Hard. Then again. She screamed again, trying to buck against
him.
“Sssshhh.” The bastard was calm to the point of infuriating. “Breathe for me, Zoe.
That’ll help you process it better.”
“Process it ?” she flung. “You mean your torture pinchers?”
He sucked at the curve of her ear once more. “It’s only my fingers, beautiful. Not
even real nipple clamps. Though fuck, these sweet little cherries would look incredible,
squeezed by a pair of pretty clamps. I’d buy you a pair with dangling sapphires to
match that fire in your eyes…” A growl took over his tone as he closed his fingers
again. When he started twisting at her nubs as well, rolling and tugging, she squirmed
harder.
“ Burnett !”
“What?” So serene. So maddening. So sexy.
“It hurts, dammit!”
“And you’re not
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