His eyes went dark blue. “What things?”
“Some um…things. From Maeve’s shop.”
He coughed. “Really? Like what?”
“I have a selection of items,” she replied. “Some different toys, depending on your uh…preferences. And massage oil. Cotton candy flavor. And some honey dust.”
Shane’s gut cramped and his dick twitched, his head full of images of him massaging Keara’s naked body. Then her massaging him. And then…toys. What kinds of toys?
“Let’s go.” He grabbed her hand and all but dragged her out of his parents’ house.
He was hard as steel when they walked in to his place, Keara carrying a large shopping bag he hadn’t noticed her slip into the back seat of his car earlier. What the hell did she have in there?
He took her jacket and hung it in the closet and they stood in his spacious foyer, white tile gleaming beneath the modern steel and glass chandelier. Their eyes met. She held up the bag.
“Want to know what’s in here?” Her wicked smile teased and tempted.
“Hell yeah.”
“Let’s go upstairs.”
“Good idea.’
He followed her up the stairs, unable to take his eyes off the curves of her sweet little ass as she climbed. The things he wanted to do…
He swallowed a groan as he followed her into his bedroom. The room was dark so he flicked on the lamp mounted on the wall beside the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt.
She grinned and sat on the bed, then upended the bag and dumped out an array of products. Shane recognized some of the items, but was shocked to his core that Keara wanted to try these things. He searched her face. She looked eager, aroused…wow.
“What should we do first?” she asked, biting her lower lip as she surveyed the goods.
“Uh…Keara.”
She glanced up at him and he dropped his hands from his open shirt and stepped toward her. “You really want to use these things?”
She frowned. “Why? Don’t you? Oh God. I’m sorry. I thought…”
“No, no! I’d love to try these things with you.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You’ve used these before, haven’t you?”
“Well yes.” He hoped that wasn’t going to piss her off. But on the contrary, her frown cleared.
“I thought maybe you were too prudish to use these,” she said with a breathy laugh. “I thought I’d offended you.”
“God no! I’m uh…up for anything.”
“Yes, you are,” she murmured, glancing at his crotch.
His chest tightened. “I just wasn’t sure if you…have you used these things before?” Images of her with another guy using those toys on her flashed into his mind along with a wash of hot jealousy.
“Well…no. But I’ve been curious and…” She bit her lip and peered up at him through her lashes. “Maeve says the more sex you have, the more you want, and I guess it’s true. I just want it all the time…and these things in the store made me…” Her voice trailed off and she clasped her hands on her lap.
He smiled. “I know.”
He stepped closer and reached for her hands, drawing her to her feet. “Let’s start with a massage,” he murmured, lifting the hem of her shirt. Loose and billowy, it slipped easily over her head. She wore—dear God—red lace beneath it, a low-cut push-up bra that made the most of her small cleavage. He sucked in a breath, and found the button and zipper of the skirt she wore. “Do the panties match?”
“Of course.” She smiled up at him as he revealed the lace boy shorts.
“Oh.” His breath whooshed out of him. “These are nice. Very nice.” He turned her around to get the back view. Her butt cheeks were only half covered by the lace, tempting him to reach out and touch. So he did.
“Better take these off,” he said, through teeth clenched with restraint. “So I don’t get massage oil on them.”
She slipped her fingers inside and shimmied out of them. She pushed the toys to the carpeted floor, but kept the bottle of massage oil and handed it to him, and the look she cast him as she did was so sexy he thought he was going to come right then.
He quickly removed the rest of his clothes while Keara lay down on the bed. “Turn over,” he said. “I want to start with the back.”
Obediently she rolled, and he sat down beside her, and popped open the massage oil. He squeezed some in a drizzle down the center of her back and she squealed.
“You’re supposed to warm it in your hands,” she gasped.
“Oh. Right.” Next time. He set the bottle aside and went to work, smoothing his hands through the oil and over her silky skin. She was smooth and small and delectable and he wanted to touch every inch of her.
She let out a long moan of pleasure and he moved lower, to her butt, caressing there with firmer strokes.
“That feels so good,” she murmured, head turned to one side on her folded arms.
“Good.” He enjoyed the feel of firm curves beneath his hands, admired the gleam the oil gave her skin in the lamplight. “You’re so beautiful, Keara.”
He moved his hands lower still, to the back of her thighs and she quivered. She liked that. He liked it too. He massaged down her legs, spent time on her small feet, and then moved back up and when he reached the top of her thighs, he pushed her legs apart so he could slide fingers between them.
Another breathy moan escaped her but she allowed him access, and he stroked slick fingers down the crease between her cheeks, lower into her soft folds, back up, teasing the small entrance there. He watched in delight as her muscles flexed and relaxed. “Oh God,” she groaned. He probed gently again and her cheeks tightened around his finger. “Relax,” he murmured. “Want me to get one of the toys?”
She lifted her head and looked at him, eyes heavy and drowsy. “Okay. But on one condition.”
He lifted a brow.
“You let me do the same thing to you.”
Whoa. What he’d had in mind…he’d done to partners, but had never had it done to him. His own butt cheeks clenched and his dick hardened even more. He sucked in air. “Okay,” he wheezed and reached for the toy he had in mind, flexible pink silicon beads of gradated sizes.
He rubbed oil over it and then slowly, gently began pushing it into her, the smallest bead first. Her ass lifted, and he slipped his other hand beneath her to find her clit. His hand was oily but she was wet, and he found the hard little nub with his thumb while he played with her behind. The room filled with her gasps and soft cries. Her hands clenched on the duvet cover and he studied her profile outlined against it, the small nose, feathery eyelashes, her top teeth sunk into her bottom lip.
She lifted against him almost involuntarily until she gave a harsh cry and her body tightened. “God!” she cried. “Oh God!” He kept his thumb on her as he slid the toy out of her, slowly, bead by bead, drawing her orgasm out as long as he could.
She lay there, her ribs lifting and expanding and she took in deep breaths, eventually relaxing. He kissed his way up, from each butt cheek, up the curve of her back to the base of her neck, where he nuzzled her beneath her hair.
“That was so good,” she moaned, and rolled to her side. He lay on his side in front of her and put a hand on her smooth waist.
“You are so hot.” Eyes fastened on her face, flushed and glowing, he leaned in for a kiss and their mouths met and clung in a long, searing kiss. Then he rolled to his back and flung his arms out to his side. “Okay, my turn.”
She laughed and reached for the massage oil.
Keara straddled Shane’s thighs and flipped open the cap of the bottle she held. She poured oil into her palm, closed the bottle and tossed it aside. Then she rubbed her palms together, all the while watching Shane. He hadn’t moved, still lying there, arms outstretched, and she slid her slick hands up over his chest. She lingered on his pecs, rubbing him there and earning a small groan. His eyes fell closed.