“That’s what I’m saying.” He catches my elbows. “What if we had more than one day?” Shane slowly tows me closer until I’m pressed against his chest. “Stay. Give us a shot.”
“I’ve been single for six days.”
“So?” He skates his hand up my back to dig into my hair and urge my head back so he can kiss the long line of my throat. “Stay.”
I’m losing ground and losing it fast. Letting this man get his hands on me was a mistake if I wanted to have enough energy to fight what he’s saying. Still, I try. “You can’t possibly want to fuck again. Max just caught us.”
“And if he was that torn up about it, he’d still be here yelling at us about it.”
Fuck, that hurts. “Cruel.”
“Logical.” Shane keeps kissing my neck. “Come back upstairs, Lily. If you don’t want to talk about it today, we won’t. We can save it for tomorrow.”
I shouldn’t. For better or worse, I’ve accomplished what I set out to do, and staying means something beyond revenge. I can’t stay forever. No matter what Shane is offering, eventually he’ll come to his senses and then that broken heart chaser will stop being theory and will become my reality.
But I already hurt so much. What’s one more day?
I skate my hands up to loop my arms around his neck. “Yes.”
He hooks the back of my thighs and lifts me so I can wrap my legs around his waist. Shane carries me back up to his bedroom, and I laugh a little as he shuts and locks the door. He gives me a severe look. “I don’t want any more interruptions.”
“Me, either.” I kiss him.
Shane walks us to the bed and lays me down. “If you were mine, I’d want you only in little dresses like this.” He pushes the fabric up just enough to bare my pussy. “You have no idea how crazy it makes me to know that there’s nothing stopping me from being inside you.”
“Oh yeah?” I prop myself up on my elbows as I watch him strip. I’m not even remotely ashamed to say I give my shoulders a little wiggle so my straps slip off and falls to bare my breasts. “I thought you said I was a little slut for dressing like this.”
“You are. My little slut.” He steps out of his jeans and advances on me. “I’d take you out, Lily. Wherever you want to go. We’d see how long we can last before I’m up your skirt.”
“Mmm.” I reached down and stroke my pussy. “You going to finger me at dinner, Daddy? Take me into the bathroom and have me for dessert?”
He skates his hands up my thighs, watching me dip a finger into myself. “I ought to bend you over the table and fuck you right there in front of everyone.” He squeezes my thighs. “I won’t, though. You’re just for me, Lily. No one gets to know how sweetly you taste or how pretty you are when you come except for me.”
He’s claiming me with his words the same way he’s previously claimed me with his body. I take a shuddering breath. “Shane—”
“A fantasy.” He yanks me to the edge of the mattress. “Let me have my fantasy, baby girl. It’s the least you can do since you’re leaving me.”
“Wait—”
But he talks right over me as he fists his cock and drags it over my pussy. “A thousand fantasies to play out. A million. It’ll never be enough.” I love how much he loves rubbing the head of his cock over my clit, love how filthy it feels. “I wouldn’t even let you wear clothes in the summer. Come home for lunch every day and expect this pussy to be wet and waiting for me. You’ll be a good girl and get your pussy ready for your Daddy, won’t you, Lily?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“That’s right.” He dips the head of his cock into me. “And when I come home in the evening, I want you on your knees and ready to suck me down. Take the edge off my day.”
Oh god. I want it. I want it so bad, it makes me shake.
He pumps into me slowly, easing in a little more each time. “I won’t always finish in that pretty mouth of yours. I’ll come on your tits and then eat that pussy until you’re screaming so loud the neighbors hear.” He sinks even deeper. “Do you want the neighbors to know what a dirty little slut you are?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I fist my hands in the comforter. “I want to ride your mouth while your come is dripping off my nipples.”
Shane stills. “Every time I think that mouth of yours can’t get filthier, you prove me wrong.” He slams the rest of the way into me, making me moan. “What else? Tell me what else you want, baby girl.”