Fall From Grace(92)

He clasped my hands above me and yanked the tee shirt over my head.  He tilted his head back appraising me, and then let out a long faltering sigh.  He trailed kisses over my neck and shoulders, and across my torso, leaving a burning sensation in their wake. Gently, he grazed my skin with his teeth, biting me softly.  Every place he touched me echoed in my groin, making me breathless.

Yanking the cup of my bra down, he licked me in circular motions; my nipples hardened, I could feel the moist sensation all the way in my groin.  He touched me as if he couldn’t get enough, like I was the first woman he’d ever touched, I shuddered in response to his fingertips.

My fingers ran down the lean muscles of his chest and settled on the button of his jeans, undoing them with the snap of my fingers.  His hands slid over my legs up to the button of my jeans and I did the same. He leaned back and grinned wickedly, which made the deep parts of me ache with want even more.  Thick hot desire burned in my belly.

Watching me, he laid his hand flat against my belly, dipping his fingers slowly between the material of my panties and my skin.  My body hitched up towards him with longing.  His fingers kept traveling down, ever so slightly, and my body throbbed for them.  I quivered and his breath faltered again, as he watched my breathless reaction.  Our breathing amplified in the small confines of the Jeep.  He dug his teeth into my bottom lip and moaned; I rocked against him.

I slipped my hands past his waistband and tugged gently as my hands grasped his smooth hard skin.  He closed his eyes, his breathing caught.  When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was scorching, wanting, needing.  I felt his legs tense under me; he throbbed in my hands.

His lips touched mine again, breathing me in I like was his air, then he tore his mouth from mine; panting.  “Please, Grace, whatever it is you’re going after, please try to find it here in me. I will try my best to be the man that you need me to be.”  His words brought me back to earth, and sent me reeling, as I realized where our hands were.  I pushed against him and leaned back.

I cupped my hands over my swollen lips and tried desperately to get off him.  I was astounded by what I had almost let happen, what I still wanted to happen.  “Shane, I’m sorry.”  I felt my eyes go wide and filled themselves with tears.  I looked out the window, I looked up, down; I was frantic.  I started the engine and blasted the heat; ice-cold air filled the small space.  My body convulsed and raged against my decision to stop kissing him.  I squeezed my hands around the steering wheel just to keep them off him.

Shane lightly placed his hand on my chin and pulled my face towards his.  I flicked the heater even higher. The noise from the vents was a welcoming distraction from the hunger in Shane’s gaze.

“I lost myself in you that night, lost myself somewhere in that kiss,” Shane said.

“I told you I can’t do this.  I told you I was in love with someone else.”

“An ex-boyfriend, right?  Not Tucker or Ethan or Blake?”

I nodded my head and wiped the humiliating tears from my cheeks. I wasn’t crying about the kiss, because my God, that was freaking amazing. It was the fact that he could make me forget something that I’ve been after for thousands of years with just the tips of his fingers.  Oh my, what would the rest of his body do to me?  It’s killing me that I want to find out!

“Let me help you erase his memory,” he whispered.

I almost threw up on him. In fact, I know I definitely would have if there were any food in my stomach.  I literally dry-heaved.  Then I smacked him across the face.  I wanted to punch him.  I wanted to punch him with a fully closed fist.