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everything familiar and foreign about his taste and tongue and the low noises rising
from his throat.
She pulled back to take in the mean edge in his expression. That s better.
Seein you flirt with him made my blood boil.
Good.
Never did play nice with other guys.
She smirked at him. Except one.
He leaned into the back of the futon and laced his fingers behind his head. He
addressed her knees. Yeah, cept one.
After a moment he looked up, a new fire in his eyes. He ravaged her for another
minute, kisses steadily slowing until they seemed to simply be sharing the air between
their lips.
Feels like I m losing you, Shane.
He flared his nostrils and closed his eyes.
She hunched forward and dropped her head into her hands. Sorry. I shouldn t
have said that. Brought him up like that. She sighed deeply and felt Shane rub her
back.
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It s okay. Last thing I want s to be all sensitive about it. I just want to be done with
it, finally. He kept his hand circling in firm, steady strokes that didn t match the
subdued tone of his voice.
Feels nice, she muttered. It felt different as well, this show of affection from
Shane. After a minute she sat up straight, studying his face in the low light from the
kitchen. She watched his jaw flex and his Adam s apple jump as he swallowed.
You want to just call it a night? she asked, praying he didn t.
I just wish all this was as easy as it used to be for me. Being with a woman.
I don t know exactly what you want from me, but whatever it is, you can have it.
No reply, but she felt his heat a split second before his lips touched hers, broad
hands cupping her shoulders. He gave her a brief, polite kiss, one that didn t belong to
the man she knew. She opened her eyes as he pulled away.
She offered him a kind smile. If I wanted to be kissed like that, I d have skipped off
to the Caribbean with Alex. You re pretty hopeless at being gentle, Shane. Just kiss me
like the thug you are.
He smiled, eyes crinkling with a silent laugh. Yes ma am.
The next kiss came swiftly, sloppy for a moment until Natalie s mouth caught up
with the ferocity of his. His tongue plunged deep, accompanied by a hungry growl and
the rough press of his fingers along her jaw. He let her up for air after a minute s
plundering.
Natalie gulped a breath, feeling drunk as she met his gaze. Much better.
Yeah, it is.
What else have you got for me?
He pulled her closer by the arm, plastering a hand to her back and holding her tight
as his mouth crashed down on hers once more. Natalie felt gravity dissolve, felt the
cold, dry air dissipate as a heat wave closed in around them. Her hands found his
upper arms, squeezing the hard muscle of his biceps and shoulders through his
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sweater. Sweater& that was all wrong. She tugged at the hem and he broke away
enough to peel the top over his head. Natalie s palms took in his warmth and energy as
his tongue made promises she knew the rest of his body would have no trouble
keeping.
So many things were familiar about Shane his weight and size, the rough hum of
his breath, even his smell. Foreign too, without Gabriel between them, figuratively and
otherwise, without the heat and sweat, the dim kaleidoscope of the bar s lights getting
her as drunk as the beer.
Natalie wasn t normally one to make a man into a piece of meat, but she knew what
Shane had to offer between his legs and she wanted it again. Bad. She cupped a palm
over the bulge in his jeans and squeezed, his hardness sending a blush from her chest to
her cheeks. His mouth released hers as he groaned, eyes shut tight.
I have to admit, I missed this, she said.
He laughed, the noise sounding choked. Oh yeah?
Yeah.
Shane opened his eyes and grinned wickedly. He sat back to unbuckle his belt and
open his fly. He d never been subtle with his sexuality but Natalie didn t want
seduction tonight, she wanted the big, bossy, dominant man she d met in that
intoxicating Southern bar and she wanted him mean. Wanted him jealous and pushy
just like the very moment they d met.
She stroked his thick erection through his underwear and swore she could smell
magnolia and the wood of Shane s old house, the sweat of bodies swaying in the
shadows.
You remember the first time we fucked? he murmured.
Of course I do. In your living room, that night you made me watch him dance with
other women.
Shane nodded.
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Natalie peeled his underwear down to expose every hard, tempting inch he d
punished her with all those months ago.
Yeah. His eyes closed as she touched him, squeezed his shaft and stroked him
from the base to the head.
You re just as big as I remember, she said.
I bet you re just as warm and hot and wet.
She let him go, stood and shimmied out of her jeans, shed her top so she was in her
underwear. She sat, Shane s hands already on her as she took his cock in her palm
again. Find out, she murmured, wedging one knee in the cushions and the other
between Shane s thighs.
He accepted the invitation, sliding a coarse hand up her leg, big fingers slipping
under her panties to tease her folds. He groaned from deep in his chest, the sound
tightening Natalie s fist around him, tightening her pussy.
Have you been with any women since me? she asked.
Shane shook his head.
Good.
What about you? You fucked that doctor yet?
Yeah, I did.
Shane huffed a contemptuous breath through his nose.
You want to hear all about how much better you are? An undiplomatic offer, but
Natalie liked that about Shane he had a tacky competitive streak that suited him like
an old pairs of jeans.
Yeah. You tell me all about it.
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