Seducing Texas (So not Prince Charming #2)(11)

He kisses me, long, slow, and deep. “You will always be my princess. I’d much rather spend my time with you, and f*cking you earlier today only wetted my appetite.”

Sex will ease some of my tension but not all. What if Manny realizes my Achilles’ heel, Willa? If he takes her, I’d do anything to get her back. It won’t be long before he figures that out.

“One of Manny’s rivals threatened Willa and me today.”

“Were they driving the same vehicle as you saw a little while ago?”

I shake my head. Could the driver be someone else, like Manny? Lots of drug lords drive expensive SUVs.

“Why would one of his rivals threaten you?” he asks.

“I don’t know, and it scares me. I can’t protect Willa while she’s at school.”

Shane follows me home, and when Willa sees him, she jumps up and into his arms.

“I knew you couldn’t stay away,” she says, kissing his cheek.

He winks at me. “Your sister likes me, even though I’m in the red.”

“I can’t help that I like pretty things,” I defend my shopping skills.

“And I’m not pretty?” he says.

“You’re hot,” Willa says.

I grab him by his collar. “In my room. Now.”

“I have work to do, princess, and I already serviced you.” He smacks my ass. “Go put on something pretty, and I’ll wake you up after I’m done working.”

We could spend days in bed and that wouldn’t make up for the last several months of doing without him. “You better wake me up.”

“I promise,” he says.

Willa and I fix dinner and watch a little TV before going to bed. I fix Shane a pot of strong coffee. I don’t want him falling asleep on me.

He pulls out his billfold and sticks a hundred on the table. “I know you’re struggling and can’t afford to feed me.”

“What about you?” I ask, pushing the money back to him.

Willa snaps up the money. “We need it.”

I give her a dirty look.

“What? We do.” She kisses his cheek. “Good night, so not Prince Charming.”

“I’ll take that,” he says.

I sit in his lap and kiss him like there’s no tomorrow, and for me, there’s a good possibility.

“Don’t tempt me. I have work to do.” Shane punches on his keyboard. Seeing him work reminds me of Alaska. He doesn’t screw around. He knows what he’s doing whether it’s trekking across the brutal countryside, working at his company, or pleasing me. “You’ll get my undivided attention soon, princess.”

I go to my bedroom and read until Shane comes in. He toes off his sneakers and strips, putting his gun on my dresser next to mine. Shane is nothing but lean hard muscles, and the dusting of hair on his chest and arms makes him irresistible. He’s beautiful.

Shane O’Flannery is all man. There is nothing even remotely feminine about him, from the way he dresses in ripped jeans and an Alaskan tee to his protectiveness to his lack of etiquette. And I love him, every heart-wrenching, swoon-worthy part of him.

“You need a bigger bed, Cyn,” he says.

I put my book up. “I can’t afford one, and it wouldn’t fit in here.”

Shane pulls the covers down to expose my naughty white lace nightie. “Whoa, I like. I really like, but I like you naked better.” He takes off his boxer briefs, and my breath stops. Shane’s better looking naked too.

He crawls into bed and plays with the spaghetti straps, pulling each one down. The silk sliding along my shoulders excites and pebbles my skin. He uncovers one breast and smiles. His tongue licks slowly around the areola, prickling the nipple. The sensation stirs, reaching deep into my sex and spawning ripples of desire.

Shane sucks on the nipple, drawing it into his mouth, and I moan. His rough hand cups the sensitive fleshy breast while he lazily laps at the nipple. “I missed every single part of you, princess.”

I missed his touch, his woodsman scent, and the taste of beer or bourbon on his lips. I missed how he cared for me and kept me safe.

His fingers play with the satin of the nightie. Leaving one breast exposed and lifting the nightie, he trails kisses down my stomach to each corner of my hips and then dips his tongue into my belly button. The feverish kisses leave a scorching trail down my pelvis.

He tugs my lacey panties down, letting the silk rub my skin. His tongue works its way down to the delicate, overly sensitive nub and folds. My hips arch into his hungry mouth.

“Greedy, princess?” He sucks on my drenched *, nibbling and licking.

Shane pushes his fingers into me while kissing my wet sex. I buck, fully aroused.

“You taste sweet, Cyn.”

Swirling his fingers inside me while sucking on me drives me crazy. I fall apart in his grasp, his free hand massaging my butt. I rock into his mouth. The orgasm spirals out of control, and before I come down, he licks my kitty until my sex begs for more.

He lifts his mouth away and kneels before me. He forces his steel-hardened cock into me, and I groan from the intense pleasure.

My swollen * lips spread from the girth of his cock. He grinds against me, ramming in and out of me. The length of him pushes me to the limit.

Every inch of my skin burns alive and prickles with heat. He kisses me hard and hungry, and I taste my salty self. His lips run down my throat while he plunges into me. He buries the cock up to its full length, and my body shudders and my sex clamps down on his cock until he shoots hot cum into me. His warmth spreads inside me and radiates. He keeps going and my orgasm rolls through my core.