He kissed the top of her head and smiled.
Shane was of the opinion that when things were getting good, life had a way of screwing with you. It was God’s way of keeping things in balance. And sure that made it hard sometimes, but life was hard. It was also rewarding and rich and it was what you made of it.
Of that he was damn sure. He was also damn sure of a few other things.
One. It was going to be cold as hell today.
Two. He’d be spending a good part of the morning shoveling snow.
Three. He had something important to share with Bobbi.
And four. Before any of that happened, he was going make her moan and scream and so damn happy that she’d be walking around with a smile as wide as the Grand Canyon.
He angled his head so that he could see her face. See the long lashes that swept down over her cheeks and the upturned nose that he loved to kiss. The generous mouth he loved to kiss even more. The delicate ears and feminine jaw and the tattoo that matched his own, half hidden by the fall of her hair.
Shane bent low and moved the hair away, running his tongue along the soft skin. Hmmm. He loved the sweet scent of honey in her hair and he sure as hell loved the taste of her.
She moved slightly, still asleep but now a half smile played across her face as she shifted a bit, giving him a better angle to reach the hollow of her neck. His mouth slid lower and he ran his hand down her body until he cupped her hip, pulling her closer yet. She fit against him perfectly.
Shane spent some time kissing her neck, his tongue sliding along her skin and his fingers rolling over the swell of her ass. Gently, he moved her so that she was on her back, still with that half smile on her face. Still caught between dreams and reality.
Her breasts begged for his touch and Shane’s breath hitched at the site of them. It never ceased to amaze—the differences between them. How soft and round and full she was. He took one nipple into his mouth, and worked his tongue over it while his fingers teased the other methodically. Slowly. Thoroughly.
He suckled and played with her, eyes watching her face as she began to move against him. Move with him. So fucking with him. Was there anything more beautiful than a woman filled with pleasure? Pleasure caused by him?
“Hell no,” he whispered hoarsely, letting her nipple fall from his mouth. He gave the pebbled flesh one more, quick thrust of his tongue before he moved even lower.
His cock was hard. It ached with need. But Shane had other plans at the moment. His hands moved to either side of her hips, and he trailed a fiery line of kisses over her abdomen and across her stomach before setting his sites on the prize that glistened between her legs.
She was already wet and ready for him. And maybe he growled like a goddamn caveman but shit, he couldn’t help it. Every single inch of Bobbi Jo Barker was a drug that he craved. She was the habit he couldn’t kick.
He glanced up and smiled wickedly when he caught her hooded gaze looking down at him. A slow grin crept over her face and those luscious lips parted.
“Morning,” she said, voice full of rasp.
Shane dipped his head and licked up along her inner thigh. “It is,” he replied, eyes glued to the wet, pink flesh inches from him. “A good morning.”
She wriggled a bit, her legs relaxing so that she was totally open to him and he glanced up at her once more.
“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”
Her breath caught and her tongue darted out. Those eyes that he loved were luminous, the look in them one that he’d put to canvas. It was a look he would remember for all time. A man could live on a diet of Bobbi Jo Barker.
The rough pads of his fingers ran along the inside of her thighs and when she moaned, thrusting her hips at him, his cock twitched. He kept his eyes on her, moving his fingers closer and closer until he dipped them into her wetness. She was slick and hot and he spread her wider.
Shane didn’t hesitate. He dipped his head and licked along the trail his fingers had made. He inhaled her musky scent, her arousal making him harder. Making him want her all the more.
“Shane,” she whispered, her hands creeping into his hair.
His tongue slid inside her heat and she bucked against him. With his hands on her hips, he held her steady, and with his mouth on her clit, he tongued and suckled and teased her until he knew she was ready.
“Come for me, babe,” he said roughly, licking the engorged bud that glistened just for him. She was gyrating and moaning, her hands now at her nipples as he continued to suck hard, two fingers now buried deep inside her.
“Oh God, Shane,” she said. “I can feel it. I can feel it.”
“Good,” he replied with a growl, his mouth full of her taste. “That’s good.”
She shattered against his mouth, her body convulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm as she continued to moan, her breaths falling from her in ragged bursts.