Fall From Grace(72)

A small moan escaped from my lips.  “Shane...”  I stood on my tiptoes and brushed my lips past his.  Both of us hesitated, breathing in each other.

“Say my name again,” he begged, as he slid his hand down my hips and pulled my leg up around him.  My body ached, pounded, and spasmed; I was almost delirious.

“Shane,” I whispered, moving my lips over his mouth.  He trembled.

He growled low, crashing his lips into mine.  Every single inch of my body pulsed against his.  His fingertips skated beneath the lace of my panties. I grabbed at him, sliding my hands through his hair.  I dug my fingers into his shoulders, which only made him kiss me deeper and harder.  I spun out of control.

He pulled his lips away, panting, as he stared into my eyes.  His fingers slipped deeper under the lace. I stopped his hand before his fingers could press inside me.

“Shane.  Stop.  I can’t...”  I felt the tears brimming in my eyes.  It was killing me to tell him to stop.

He let my leg slowly slide down his hip from where he had placed it.  His soft fingertips traveled up to my neck, until both his hands cupped my face, searching my eyes.

“Grace...I think,”

I stretched my fingers across his chest.  “Please.  Shane...don’t.  This was a huge mistake.”  Even though I pushed my hands against his chest, my body still arched towards his.

His eyes frantically searched mine.  One foolish tear escaped down my cheek. I quickly turned my face, not wanting him to see anymore.  Both his hands flew up to his hair, grasping at it.  “Grace...please.  You would never be a mistake to me.”

Turning my back on him, I walked to the window and pushed the curtain back.  “Shane, drop it.  I’m not one of your groupies that you just met at the bar, I wasn’t screaming for you and throwing my clothes at you, and I don’t give a crap how good you play or how sexy you look on stage, none of it will make me sleep with you.  So just keep the normal line you feed to your skanks to yourself,” I snapped.

Grabbing me by the waist, Shane lifted me easily off the floor and tossed me on my bed.  He dove on top of me, straddling me, pinning my arms above my head.  Dear God, I wanted to scream, but it was so freaking erotic that every inch of my body screamed for his.

His face hovered over mine.  “Shut. Up.  Don’t.  Just don’t say anything else.”  He moved his body next to mine and gathered me into his arms.  “Just sleep, Grace,” he whispered and he pressed closer to me, softly laying one single kiss on my angel’s wings.




Chapter 11

Someone slowly traced their fingertips down my spine, leaving trails of burning fire in their wake.  I woke up in sheer panic, my heart fluttering wildly, while I was tangled in my sheets next to Shane.

He gave me a mischievous grin and a steaming cup of coffee.  “Hey, I got you some coffee.”

Without hesitation, I grabbed the coffee.  I held the cup up to my lips, with the bitter aroma pleasantly filling the air, and I took a sip.  Shane knew how to make my coffee?  “Thanks.  Did you make this or did Lea?”

His eyebrows burrowed together and his face darkened.  He stood up and yanked off his shirt, the same one he’d worn last night, and threw it in my hamper.  “Don’t worry, Grace, they’re still sleeping. No one will think we had sex, and if anyone asks, I’ll make sure everyone knows you don’t want me,” he snapped, as he rummaged through a bag near the door.  Did he actually have a bag of clothes here in my freaking room, as if he was moving in?  He pulled out another tee shirt and held it in his hands, standing there waiting for me to reply. His muscles were taut and tense.  He really is too sexy for his own good.