Unbreak My Heart (Unbreak My Heart #1)(83)

My hips rolled against his, and I pulled my knees up high, urging him closer. His skin was hot under my palms as I traced the ridges of muscles on his back and arms.

“God, you’re so sexy,” he rasped, pulling his mouth from mine to move down my neck. His lips reached my nipple, making me gasp, and he chuckled darky as he slid his fingers between my legs. I jerked against his hand as he slid his fingers inside, his thumb rubbing my clit in little circles.

“Fuck,” I gasped, groaning when he pulled his hand away.

“Next time,” he gasped, his breathing rough, “I’ll take my time.”

He knelt up between my legs and grabbed my thighs with both hands, draping them over his so I was tilted with my hips a bit higher than my head. “This time, I can’t wait.” He met my eyes as he reached between us to position his cock at my entrance. “And I want to watch.”

He looked back down as he snapped his hips forward, and my back completely arched off the bed at the feeling of him thrusting inside me.

He paused when he’d bottomed out, and his chest heaved as his hands tightened on my thighs. “Birth control?”

“Got an IUD,” I snapped, trying to work my hips against his strong grip. “We’re good.”

“Thank God.” He pulled back and thrust forward again a few times before stopping.

“What the f*ck, Shane?” I asked in annoyance, leaning up on my elbows.

“Need you closer,” he mumbled, reaching under me to pull me up against his chest. “Oh f*ck,” he groaned as he slid a bit deeper inside. “Yeah.”

I reached up, wrapping my hand around the front of his throat, and felt him swallow hard against my palm as his eyes met mine. He began to move, and I countered him, rolling my hips slightly so my clit would rub against his pubic bone with every thrust of his hips. “Fuck me harder, Shane,” I said with a small smile, repeating his words from earlier. “I forgot how huge your dick was.”

He smiled wide and thrust harder.

Before long, I was scratching the hell out of his back as I came. “Oh God,” I mumbled, my breath catching.

Sweat was dripping down his temples when he lay me back down a few seconds later, and he completely ignored the racket he was making while he jerked his hips forward over and over, slamming my bed into the wall behind us until he finally came with a deep, satisfied groan.

“Holy hell,” he mumbled, dropping like a stone on top of me.

“Really good moves,” I replied blearily, closing my eyes as he chuckled.

*



Hours later, we were still awake, talking quietly about anything and everything from our favorite sexual positions to stories from our childhoods.

“I’m pretty sure, if our moms didn’t know before, they know what we were doing now,” I said with a groan as Shane traced his fingers over a couple of stretch marks on my belly.

“We got a little loud at the end,” he agreed, leaning down to run his lips over my belly button.

“We? What we, kemosabe? That was all you. I was quiet.”

“Yeah yeah.”

“Man, I’m going to have to start working out,” I grumbled. “My legs are sore as shit.”

“Thighs or calves?” he asked, sitting up.

“Yes,” I answered, making him smile.

He reached out and began to massage my legs, starting with my thighs.

“We should sell the house,” he said after a quiet few minutes.

“What?” I leaned up on my elbows to look at him.

“We’re not using the master bedroom.” He glanced at me before looking back at what he was doing to my legs. “We should have a house that’s ours.”

“Are you sure? I mean, I know that you don’t want to use that room, but—”

“Is that what you thought?” he asked, looking at me in surprise. “I don’t care what room we’re in. But at the beginning, I was sneaking in here at night and praying you wouldn’t kick my ass out. I wasn’t going to push it by asking you to switch rooms.”

“Oh,” I responded quietly.

“Everything I have is yours, Katie, okay? I don’t have any hang-ups about that shit.”

“I don’t know. It’s just a little weird.” I shrugged uncomfortably. “It probably shouldn’t bother me.”

“But it does.”

I nodded, giving him a half smile.

“So we should get our own house,” he said, switching legs. “It’ll probably take a while to sell this one though.”

“I’m not in any hurry,” I assured him.

We grew quiet, both lost in our own thoughts.

I’d gotten past the feeling of being Rachel’s substitute—my relationship with Shane had very little to do with her—but sometimes I still felt funny when I went through their bedroom to use the shower or found something she’d bought in the back of a closet. I figured that kind of stuff would pass with time, but I wasn’t quite there yet.

“Sometimes I think I would have always found my way back to you,” Shane said quietly as he stretched out next to me. “Which makes me feel like shit.”

“There’s no reason to think like that,” I whispered, sliding my hand up his bare chest and around his neck.