Own the Wind (Chaos #1)(36)
Shy moved away but only to lift me up and rearrange me in the bed so my head was on the pillows. He pulled my legs apart and positioned himself on his knees between them.
I stared up at him, my breaths rapid and shallow.
He was staring down at me, his face dark with the same hunger I felt slinking through my body, and his hands were moving down the outsides of my thighs until they stopped behind my bent knees.
“You,” he growled, the sound of his rumbling, deep, harsh voice like a touch. “In my bed,” he finished and my heart flipped.
Four words.
Four words that said everything.
He wanted me there.
He’d wanted me there for a while.
From the look on his face, the sound of his voice, he even needed me there like I needed to be there.
“Shy,” I whispered but he jerked up my legs and bent forward, his mouth hitting me at my midriff, it moved down fast until it closed over my panties between my legs.
My back arched, my legs jolted, and my mouth opened in a silent moan.
Paradise.
As soon as I had him, I lost him and my head shot up, but he only moved to pull my panties down my legs. When they were gone, he rolled right back between my legs, tossing them over his shoulders, and then I had him, just his mouth against me with nothing in between.
I was wrong.
This was paradise.
In minutes, Shy nearly took me there, and just as my orgasm was about to tear through me, his mouth was gone.
My head shot up again. “Shy,” I breathed and there it was again, need dripping from my voice.
“The first time I make you come for me, you do it with me inside you,” he rumbled, and I nearly came just from his words.
One thing I knew in my crazy world, I was down with that.
He shifted his torso, reaching toward the nightstand, and I sat up, putting my mouth to his skin as my hands undid the buttons of his jeans. When I got enough undone, I yanked them down his h*ps and felt an electric shock starting between my legs and emanating outward.
He was beautiful everywhere.
He came back with a condom and took over but I kept my mouth on him, his belly, his ribs, my hands on him everywhere I could touch, but I kept looking down to watch his hands work, getting more and more turned on simply by watching him roll a condom on.
A nanosecond after Shy got it in place, he had an arm around my waist, his other one curved under my bottom and I was up. My arms and legs circling him, Shy moved forward two paces on his knees, my back hit headboard, and Shy slid inside.
My eyes closed, my head sagged back then forward, my forehead hitting his shoulder.
Beautiful.
This was what I’d been waiting for.
Not for months.
For years.
To be right here, right like this.
With Shy.
“Gorgeous, baby, you… feel… f*ckin’… gorgeous,” he groaned into my neck before he started moving.
It must be said, he felt the same way.
My limbs clenched around him and his arm around my bottom moved, drifting up my side, up my arm, pulling it away from him until he had my hand. He shoved his thumb in the palm, curled his fingers around the back and pressed our hands to the wall.
My head fell back, hit wall and Shy’s came up. I saw instantly his eyes mirrored how I felt.
Loved.
Right.
Therefore I knew it was safe to share what was in my heart.
“I missed you,” I whispered, as he moved, building it further, going deep, sweet, slow.
We’d never had this, not this, but what I said was true. I missed him.
At my words, he closed his eyes, dropped his head to rest his forehead against mine, and kept moving, faster, sweeter, deeper.
He opened his eyes but didn’t lift his head even as the power of his h*ps increased, the burn built, and his hand in mine clenched hard.
“Missed you too, honey.”
Oh God.
He missed me.
I loved that.
He went faster, the build sharpened, the burn increased and I gasped, “Shy.”
“Wait for me, Tabby,” he growled.
Faster, deeper.
Oh God.
God!
“I don’t know—” I started.
“Hold on, baby. I’m close,” he ordered, his voice thick.
“I don’t know if I—”
Faster, so deep. So, so deep.
“Let go,” he commanded, his voice gruff.
I let go. Twisting my head and shoving my face into Shy’s neck, I moaned against his skin at the same time I felt his groan vibrating against my neck as it crashed over both of us, the wave taking us under, drowning us in a way neither of us was going to fight.
I held him close and Shy stayed buried deep, his hand holding mine tight, his breath heavy against my skin, mine the same against his.
Surfacing from under the wave, it struck me that I was wrong both times before.
Shy this close, buried deep, holding my hand, his breath against my skin… this was paradise.
Before I could catch a thought, fully process how beautiful the moment was, Shy let my hand go and shifted, falling to his back, one arm wrapped around me, one hand cupped at the back of my head, our bodies still connected.
Okay, before, paradise, but lying on top of Shy’s warm hardness was far from shabby.
“Don’t ever leave me,” he rasped.