“Fuck, yeah.” He grabs his cock, tugs on it, eyes half-closing. “Are you mine?”
“Only yours.”
“And I’m yours, babe.” He’s breathing heavily now. After a few more tugs, he releases himself and reaches for something on top of the fridge.
I laugh. “That your new stashing place?”
“Laugh all you want.” He grunts as he tears the foil package open with his teeth and drags the condom on. “While you still can.”
“Sounds like a threat.” My core clenches. I bury my fingers in the fine hair at the back of his neck, tug lightly.
He licks at my mouth. “Not a threat. A promise.”
His cock slides against my belly, then he guides it lower, between my legs. Drags it over my opening, pushes inside an inch.
“Oh God.” I hold on to him. It’s hot. It’s delicious. “Yes.”
Need more.
As if reading my mind, he pushes deeper, a long, world-shattering slide of hard, hot flesh into my spasming core.
Holy crap. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this—the thrill of having him inside me, his pleasure shuddering through his strong body, his need for me—and mine for him. His cock filling me up, taking me high, his mouth on mine, his scent all around me.
This melding of bodies and souls that gets to me every single time when I’m with him.
He sinks home, and his eyes flutter closed. He braces his good arm on the counter and his powerful shoulders tremble as he tries to control himself, not pound into me without restraint.
But I want him to do it. Need it.
“Show me what you want,” he breathes. “Show me, Manon.”
So I do. Not just what I like, what I want—but who I love: him, and nobody else. He’s everything I need.
Tightening my hold around his neck, I pull his head down and kiss him, really kiss him, like he taught me. The way I want him. The way I love him. Deep. Hard. Demanding.
Wanting.
He grunts, kissing me back, and starts rocking faster. My heels dig into his hard ass as the pressure builds inside me. We’re still kissing, tongues tangled, lips locked when it happens—when the dam breaks and the pleasure crests, breaking me to pieces, turning me inside out.
He moans in my mouth, thrusting once, twice, then he hunches over me as he comes apart, shaking and jolting in my core, sending through me aftershocks of pleasure.
We cling to each other, panting, trying to catch our breath. I run my fingers through his silky, dark hair, amazed that I’m with this amazing guy. That he wants me, and loves me, and that we have each other.
The light outside is brightening. A new day is breaking.
“Hey.” His voice is raspy. He’s still inside me, we’re still connected, and I bite my lip not to moan when he shifts, drawing back just enough to look into my face. “What’s on your mind now?”
“You,” I tell him truthfully. “Only you.”
Now and always.
Acknowledgments
This has been an amazing journey, and I have so many people I would like to thank for their help, advice, support and friendship.
Without the help of my wonderful editor this story wouldn’t be readable. Any remaining errors in the text are my fault as I tend to change things last minute.
Huge thanks to Nathalie Aynié for the constant help and support, and for the brainstorming sessions. She rocks bears in tutus!
Also huge thanks to Kia Zi Shiru for her support and help, and to 5 Times Formatting for the great formatting.
I also want to thank very much my author friends J.A. Beard, Alison Foster, Cindy Borgne and Katy Hanna who helped me with suggestions and advice throughout.
A big shout-out to author Jade West and my PA Tracy Smith Comeford for giving me courage whenever I was down and talking shop with me in the most entertaining way. Extra hugs for Leah Joslin and Kerry Fletcher for leading my readers group and making Facebook such a fun place to be.
Many thanks to my great reader and review teams for their amazing energy and commitment—love you ladies!—and to all the bloggers and reviewers who send me messages asking to feature my books and spread the word. I owe you.
Can’t forget my amazing support group Dragon Authors for always being there for me.
Finally I want to thank my readers. Your messages, emails and Facebook posts telling me how much you like my stories motivate me, keep me writing and put a smile on my face. You are all amazing and I love you all.
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▶ SHANE (Damage Control #4)
Once upon a time, my life was good. I had a family, I had a girlfriend, and hopes for the future. That was long ago, but I remember it. A hazy dream of what could have been.
That’s gone now. I lost it all. Life fucked me over, and now I’m scared of my own damn shadow.
I’m training to be a tattoo artist, but I bet I’m not good enough. I have a roof over my head, but every morning I’m scared shitless that I’ll find myself on the street again – or worse, back in prison.
And every time a pretty girl looks at me, every single fucking time, I know I can’t be with her. Not only because she’ll find out I’m an ex-con and run the other way, no. It’s more than that. I just can’t. The thought of anyone touching me, the thought of getting aroused from that touch brings back every damn nightmare from my past to swallow me whole.
Can’t fucking do it.
Not even if it’s the prettiest girl on earth – Cassie. With her long blond hair and her pretty tits, her short skirts and high heels, she’s all my fantasies rolled into one. See, the fact she kissed one of my buddies? That’s good. The fact she looks at me like I’m a bug under her shoe? Even better.
Because it means she’s not interested in getting hot and sweaty with me, and that I can keep living that fantasy.
The fantasy that she wants to be with me as much as I want to be with her – even though I know it will never happen.
On Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27464652-shane
Table of Contents
Front Page
PART I
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
PART II
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
PART III
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Acknowledgments
About Jo Raven
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