Inside Out (6 page)

They watched each other, wide-eyed, as she sank onto him one inch at a time, testing, gauging. Shane willed himself to be still as she adjusted to his girth, and this time a low, guttural sound of satisfaction escaped her lips. Hot and moist, she clamped him as tight as a vice.

After a moment, she braced her hands against his chest and began to move with the grace of a dancer and the audacity of a warrior. Shane’s hands tightened around her hips. No way he was letting her go.

She stared into his eyes at length before throwing her head back again, pivoting on his lap, her breasts bouncing beautifully. Wow. Crazy. Surreal. He’d never got involved with all the emotional rubbish before, but here he was, on his knees, supporting her back with one hand as she cantilevered against his body, the other hand now lost in her hair.

“God, you feel so
good
,” he growled, and a look of sheer delight flashed across her face as she leaned away from him, stretching backward with him rock steady inside her, until he could only see her breasts, ribcage, flat tummy, and pussy. He’d be damned if he wasn’t going to enjoy every bit of her.

He leaned forward with her, his fingers now gripping her shoulders to keep her from falling off him, and a prolonged pull blew his mind. One hand came down, circling her clit again and rubbing her rhythmically as he thrust desperately—to the hilt.

She clutched at his thighs with her long nails, scratching him, but the pain paled. Nothing compared to the tidal waves washing through him, devastating every resistance. Burning electricity zapped from his brain to his dick, down to his feet and then back again. He wouldn’t have noticed a bomb dropping on them.

She panted against his mouth, making soft, pleading sounds. Now that he’d tasted and licked her, he wanted to swallow her whole. She clutched his arms, moaning, her eyes unfocused as Shane continued to thrust inside her with such ardor it scared him. He watched her lips turn dark, saw the flush in her face and throat. Her pussy grabbed him, milking him savagely.

“Oh,
please
don’t stop fucking me,” she begged.

“Never. I’ll fuck you forever.”

He knew she would be fantastic, but he hadn’t been prepared for anything like this.

Chapter Six

The feel of him inside her was excruciatingly delicious, like something she hadn’t experienced before, and Olivia realized that in fact, she never had. Because this was not her body he caused explosions in, not her body impaled on Shane’s penis, but a stranger’s.

It was a stranger’s nipples he sucked, Hunter’s folds he licked with his hot tongue, driving her over the edge. Shane did to Hunter all the things he’d wanted to do to Olivia, and now she could only be a helpless spectator as they writhed in passion on the floor of the boat named after her, his
wife
.

The fact that Shane had burning sex with another woman was mitigated—for now—by the uncontrollable sensations sliding across her skin, inside her body and very soul.

She had never fully exposed herself to him like this. Never spoken the dirty words spilling out of her mouth. Never heard him utter a foul word, only sweet ones. Obviously he liked his woman to talk dirty. It excited him beyond belief. And Olivia felt herself letting go, opening her legs to him, allowing him caress her there.

Overwhelmed by roiling feelings, Olivia didn’t know which turn to take. Should she be angry? Offended? Jealous?

After all, sex with Hunter made him crazy. Crazy over her beautiful body and her moves. No, she no longer had any right to feel anything because she
no longer existed
. Not to Shane, nor to the rest of the world. She existed only in her own mind, where she would guard this secret better than she had her own life.

Olivia looked up at the hard mask of her husband’s face as his fingers tweaked her there—dear God—and a strange heat wave overwhelmed her, almost blowing her mind, and she instinctively grabbed his strong thighs to bring them closer, as close as possible, watching his face. His expression, hard and ominous, contorted with sheer, unbearable pain.

Olivia had never seen him like this. So this was what her dear, tender Shane was made of. He had been sweet and gentle at first, but then he had morphed into a hard, wild predator who seemed to show no mercy as he penetrated her savagely, at his will, his eyes glittering. Olivia knew if she hadn’t been so wet he would’ve broken her in half, but nothing else existed except for him inside her. The sensations of pure want, and his ragged breath in her ear, groaning words of need thrilled her.

Why had he never told her all these words before? Was it a good thing? A bad thing? How was she supposed to know? Her upbringing had forged her to be a lady, but her body told her to take as much of him as possible as she unleashed her inhibitions and took in all the primitive sensations that caused her to pound against his thrusts. Hunter’s body told her what to do, what to feel, how to move. It was as if Hunter had erased not only Olivia’s body into oblivion, but also her thoughts, her likes, her fears. Now, under Shane, she had no fears. Only wants.

Olivia had never lasted
this
long. But she met Shane thrust for thrust, challenge for challenge. Mouth open, eager for more, she shut out the feelings of injustice to enjoy what her husband had never given her before. She wondered how many women he had slept with after her death. By the wild look in his eyes, Olivia understood that he hadn’t expected these sensations that overwhelmed them both.

Shane, oblivious to anything but their pleasure, stared blindly into her eyes the whole time, looking but unseeing, feeling his way around. She watched, transfixed, as her breasts slammed into Shane’s strong chest, as his penis sawed in and out of her, over and over, until her thoughts dissolved like burning film, and she gave up trying to think altogether.

“Oh, Shane, fuck me forever,” she whispered again before she could stop herself, but she didn’t care.

“Come for me,” he growled against her mouth.

And Olivia came. Her screams rang loud below deck. Her eyes clenched, and when she felt herself clamp down on his penis, Shane followed, his deep groans vibrating all around her, inside and out.

Dumbfounded and weak, Olivia lay on top of Shane, too exhausted to sit upright. His hands stayed tight on her hips and he still came inside her, his breath roaring out of him like a raging river down the rapids, his eyes tight, a vein throbbing in his temple. His features tensed as the orgasm washed through him, leaving him shattered. She had never seen him like this before—so strong, yet so susceptible to her touch.

In one moment she could bring him down to his knees, begging for her. His mixture of power, manliness, and fragility moved Olivia.

She traced a drop of sweat trickling down his chest with a finger, then down to his hip where a long, ugly scar ran, the flesh knotted, twisted into a rough button. When had he hurt himself? There were so many things she didn’t know about him anymore.

Like this dark, wild side of him.

She never knew he could be that aggressive, that fulfilling. Olivia had to admit, not only had he taken her by surprise, she had surprised herself as well, the way she responded to his thrusts, the way she wantonly—there was no other word for it—took him on.

She had been blown away. She’d never done that before. Where had her husband been all this time? Had she imagined the sheer, unbearable pleasure, she wouldn’t have missed out on all the fun.

Damn my strict upbringing. Damn it all. No
. Damn wasn’t enough.
Fuck
.
Fuck it.
“Fuck
me!”

Shane’s chest expanded as he let out a short laugh, his hand possessively covering her hip. “Honey, give a bloke a breather. We’ve got loads of time.”

She watched him, willing him to see her, a breath away from telling him the truth.

Oh, Shane, I’m here, can’t you see me behind this damn spell? Can‘t you see how much I still love you? Please see me.

Shane cupped her chin, his eyes dancing against hers. He leaned in closer and his lips parted as if to say something, but then shut as he took her mouth. And as much as she wanted him to kiss her, she’d wanted to hear what he’d been about to say. Had he heard her silent plea? Did he know?

Long moments passed before either of them sat up, Olivia’s thighs too rubbery from all the action. They still lay on the floor, Shane’s arm wrapped around her waist, and she rested her head on his chest, like the most intimate of lovers.

“Nice tattoo,” he murmured, tracing the spot on her nape. Olivia refrained from telling him it represented Hunter’s name in Sanskrit. The last thing she needed was for him to get to know Hunter. Christ, was she jealous? Absolutely—Hunter was all about sex. Well, what did she expect from a tattoo artist that shed off her leather suit for just anyone to look at her bottom?

“But this one’s nicer,” he murmured, his tongue caressing the black rose above her breast, and then he took her wrist. “And this one. And this lightning bolt near your pretty little pussy sets me on fire…”

Olivia giggled and caressed the top of his head as his tongue trailed down her thigh, over her knees to her shinbone.

“Hey, where the hell has it gone,” he lifted her foot to rest on his thigh, “the one on your ankle?”

Olivia sat up as Shane’s fingers circled her calf, his eyes searching for the little half-moon. It was gone. Vanished. A magic trick by Hunter’s Caspian Grandmother? Now what?

“Oh, it was only a fake one,” she lied, grateful for coming up with a good explanation. At least she thought so. “Just henna dye. It rubbed off.”

“Where’d you get it?”

“Oh… I own a tattoo joint in Plumstead called Skin Deep.”

“So your other ones are real, then.”

Were they? She wondered as she surveyed the unfamiliar signs on her skin. “Real? Um, no, not all of them.”

“Why, are you afraid of something permanent?”

Olivia fidgeted under his scrutiny. “Nothing is forever.”

Shane watched her for a moment, then dropped his eyes. “No. It isn’t.”

The pain shone in his eyes as always when he struggled to remain indifferent, which was rarely. Shane had mastered his mind and body into control. If all this had happened to him instead, Olivia knew he’d breeze right through it. Find the silver lining, somehow.

She, too, missed Olivia. Yet somehow, she couldn’t explain it. Now, as they sat up, she knew they would never be the same. Sweet Lord, she had even forgotten to cover her breasts afterward. Instead, she sat up straight and proud, like talking to Shane completely nude in the light of day was a perfectly normal thing.

Hell, it is perfectly normal,
she almost heard Hunter say.
Now get over yourself and jump his bones again, before he gets dressed, yeah?

Olivia put her hands on the broad expanse of Shane’s chest and gently pushed him onto the nearby bed. “My turn to take care of you.”

She rained kisses on his chest, feeling his slow, steady heartbeat quicken under her lips. His solid body burned against hers and Olivia licked him to see how he tasted. She couldn’t believe she’d never done it before, and when she kissed her way down his chest to the muscles of his abdomen and past his navel, he hissed his breath in sharply.

Heated by his hooded eyes, for the first time ever, Olivia spread his thighs to kiss the inside. His legs quivered and he gasped, his fists gripping the bars on the headboard, but he said nothing, waiting.

She wrapped her fingers around his huge, erect penis, which had already began to weep and licked the head clean. He shuddered, but still didn’t speak. She could tell by his white knuckles that Shane struggled to stay in control, and the sight of his big, powerful body quivering helplessly under hers excited her beyond belief.

Olivia licked the tip again, then slid her lips over it as far as they would go, her tongue instinctively swirling around him.

He groaned, lifting his pelvis toward her. He circled her head in his hands. He gripped her hair with his fingers.

He tasted so sweet and salty at the same time, and the urge to swallow him whole overwhelmed her, but he was simply too large for her mouth. Her tongue swirled around him some more as she began to suck him rhythmically, caressing his testicles at the same time.

He was so beautiful, with his eyes clenched, his long lashes fanning the faint wrinkles beneath. His jaw bunched as his mouth opened and closed. The muscles in his neck played a strange dance she had never seen before. Olivia didn’t know this man quivering under her. She didn’t recognize the reactions, and to have him respond like this to her every touch was unreal.

His penis popped out of her mouth, purple and engrossed, and when she made to capture it in between her lips again, he pulled her up onto his chest, his penis hard against her belly.

“Open your legs,” he growled, and she spread wide to ride him like the first time, but he flipped her onto her back and took control, his powerful arms braced against the mattress on either side of her as he found her entrance. In one deep stroke he entered her, and they both gasped at the contact. He was so large, so hard, she wondered how he’d fit inside her all these years without breaking her. And then she understood. He never had pushed in all the way to avoid hurting her. But now, as she urged him on, he pushed deep inside her, and then as she clamped around him, he found their rhythm and her legs came up around his waist, opening her up to him completely.

It was sheer bliss, the way he rocked her body, kissed her mouth, deeply, urgently, as if his life depended on it, gentler than the first time on the floor. He took his time to taste her mouth, kiss her face and shoulders. He moved down to her nipples, suckling gently, licking until they ached, and when she caught her breath, his teeth gently closed around them until a deep growl of pleasure rose in her throat.

When she feared she couldn’t take anymore, he applied his fingers to her clitoris and rubbed, lifting her off the mattress in a cry of pleasure. The rubbing teamed with his thrusts made her limbs weak and her head emptied itself in one long purr of pleasure, but he stifled it with his mouth, his tongue deep inside her, tasting her, demanding a reaction from hers.