Too Hot to Handle (Jackson Hole 2)

She gasped in surprise, and he clenched his jaw and told himself not to hear her, not to see her, not to indulge in the exquisite pleasure of watching her get off as his cock rubbed her clit with each stroke.

But oh, fuck, she sounded so damn sweet. Her hands slid down his back to clutch his ass and pull him tighter. Her nails dug into his skin. “Yes,” she moaned. “Shane. Oh, God, Shane. Fuck me.”

Christ, was she trying to destroy him? Had anything ever sounded so filthy as Merry Kade begging to be fucked? He couldn’t hold on. He couldn’t. She was so hot and tight and her nails carved tiny bites of pain into his body, and she needed this. She needed him and he was—

“Oh, God, yes,” she screamed. When her hips jerked against his thrusts, Shane opened his eyes and let himself go. He fucked her harder and let it take him under. His cock pulsed and jumped and he groaned in desperate release.

Thank God. Thank God he’d held out. He wasn’t sure how long it took him to come back to his senses, but when he did, he could feel Merry trembling beneath him.

He raised his head from the pillow. “Merry? You okay?”

“I think so,” she whispered.

“I didn’t hurt you?”

A shy smile flashed over her face. “I think I’ll recover.”

He collapsed beside her, shaking himself, although he was shaking with laughter. “Are you putting me in my place?”

“No!” She covered her face with her hands then seemed to remember she had other parts to cover as well. He watched her cover her breasts, then a helpless hand hovered over that lovely triangle of hair for a moment.

“Could you, um…” She tugged desperately at the covers. “Could you get up for a second?”

He wanted to say no and make her lounge naked for an hour, but instead he got up and went to the bathroom. The bedroom was dim in the evening light, and when he came back he switched on the light, but Merry squealed. “Turn that off!”

“Are you shy?” he teased.

She threw a pillow at his head. Shane caught it and tossed it back, but he switched off the light. That was the extent of his concession, though. He slipped under the covers with her, but tugged them down to expose her breasts. Merry immediately snatched them back up.

“Come on. I want to see you.”

“Shut up.”

“You’ve got nothing to hide now. I’ve seen it all.”

“Shut up!”

“From a couple of different angles.”

The pillow hit him smack in the face. Shane brushed it aside and kissed her. She still wouldn’t let go of the blanket.

“Please?” he coaxed. “If you pull down the blanket, I’ll be topless, too.” He raised his eyebrows. “Are you going to pass up the chance to ogle my chest?”

Merry finally peeked up at him. Her grip loosened. “Well…” When her gaze drifted to his chest, she finally let go of the blanket to brush her palm softly over his chest. “It is very nice.”

Shane eased the blanket down to her waist and cupped her breast gently in his hand. But then he forgot what his point had been, because instead of looking at her, he found himself watching her hands as they skimmed lightly over the hair on his chest, then settled right over his heart. She seemed fascinated, and he felt…strange. Giddy and overwhelmed in a way he hadn’t felt since he was thirteen and had his first uncertain crush on a pretty girl.

His heart raced under her fingers. He hoped she didn’t notice.

“You sure you won’t let me turn on the light?” he asked.

“Are you always like this after sex?”

His thumb caught on her nipple and he circled it carefully, watching as it tightened again at the renewed attention. “Like what?”

“You’re so relaxed and…”

He leaned down and put his open mouth to her nipple.