Imagine With Me (With Me in Seattle 15)

“How did you get better-looking?” I ask as my eyes sweep over his body from his messy, dark hair to his black shoes. “I think it should be illegal to get more attractive.”

He smirks. “Get over here.”

I cock a brow. “That’s right. You’re bossy.”

His lips twitch, and I cross to him. Why am I so damn nervous? I’ve been with this man dozens of times. The score then was the same as it is now.

No attachments.

Coworkers with benefits.

“Still not marrying you,” he murmurs, making me laugh and breaking the ice.

“No, certainly not.”

He reaches out to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear, and that’s all it takes. He descends on my mouth, kisses me with the fire of a thousand suns. The intense Shawn that I know is back, and all of his focus is on me.

It’s fucking amazing.

He lifts me easily and carries me to the bed.

“Shit, I’ll be right back.” He hurries over to his jacket and retrieves something out of the pocket, then returns to me and tosses several condoms onto the bedside table.

“Was I a sure thing, then?”

“Absolutely not,” he says with a laugh. “In fact, I was pretty sure that you’d be sending me on my way after dinner, but a man can hope, angel.”

The next kiss is long and slow. Thorough. Wet and all-consuming. He’s lazy about it, as if we have all the time in the world, and his only job is to memorize the shape of my mouth.

My hand drags down his back and grabs his ass. Shawn has a stellar ass.

He lazily kisses my neck. This is no frenzied quickie, and I’m glad because I want to memorize every moment, sigh, and sound.

I want this engrained on my brain for many years to come.

“I dreamed of you,” he says, his accent thicker with his arousal. He’s slow about getting me naked and has to pay close attention to each bit of skin he uncovers before moving on to the next. By the time I’m bare, I’m a writhing, panting mess of hormones.

And he’s still fully dressed.

“Take all of this off,” I demand as I pull at his shirt, but Shawn shakes his head no. “This works much better if we’re both naked, remember?”

“I remember everything,” he whispers. “I want to explore you first. I want to make you crazy.”

“Already there.”

He laughs and bites my side, just below my ribs. “Just lie back and enjoy, Lex.”

He parts my legs and nudges his broad shoulders between them. With his hands planted on my ass, his mouth descends on my most sensitive flesh, and he feasts on me.

Feasts. On. Me.

There’s just no other way to describe it. I’m a thrashing, moaning pile of goo as Shawn licks and nibbles, sucks and teases me into the kind of orgasm that leaves a person licking their lips and needing a drink.

Holy intense, Batman.

Before I can fully recover, he strips out of his clothes and reaches for a condom. I look my fill, taking in the olive skin, toned muscles, and the impressive size of him as he covers me, pins my hands above my head, and slowly sinks inside.

“Fuck.” He moans when he’s seated fully. “Jesus God, I missed you, Lex.”

I don’t have time to answer when he covers my mouth and begins to move, building us both up toward the ultimate goal, the incredible climax that I know is just beyond my reach.

He shifts to his side, rolling me with him, and with my leg hitched high on his hip, we stare into each other’s eyes. I feel desired. I feel full. Not just physically, but emotionally, as well.

My God, I’ve been telling myself for months that I’m not in love with Shawn O’Callaghan.

I lied.

I’m completely in love with him, and this is a relationship that can never happen for more reasons than I’m capable of even listing right now.

“Look at me,” he growls as he picks up the pace.

I comply and watch those shining green orbs until he can’t hold back any longer and loses himself to his climax.* * *I’m a coward.

A sneaky coward, but a chicken nonetheless.

I’ve managed to pack my suitcase and sneak out of the hotel room without waking Shawn. It shouldn’t surprise me, given that we had so much sex we finally collapsed in a sweaty heap. He fell asleep right away, and will likely be comatose for at least another few hours.

But I won’t be there when he wakes.

I hurry through the hotel’s lobby with my single small suitcase and see the rideshare I summoned pull up at the doors. I get in the backseat and take a long, slow breath.

Keep it together, Lexi.

The ride to the airport is relatively quick. And given that it’s barely four in the morning, the airport is pretty deserted.

I hurry to the ticket counter and smile at the attendant.