Thirty Nights with a Dirty Boy: Part 2: A Heroes and Heartbreakers Serial by Shiloh Walker

Author:Shiloh Walker [Walker, Shiloh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781250094582
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Published: 2016-02-02T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Sean must have been watching.

I stepped inside, an awkward greeting on my lips. That greeting was caught, then muffled by his, and in the span of heartbeats, I was lifted off my feet and spun around. There was a thud as the door swung shut, and then I was pressed up against the door while Sean pressed up against me.

That hard, heavy length of him made me shudder, and I wanted to curl my legs around him and rock, wiggle, and just move until I found relief for the ache between my thighs.

“Right then,” he whispered against my lips. “I’ve been dying to do that for … well, a bloody week now.”

He lifted his head and studied me, his lashes low, hooding his eyes. One hand drifted up and down my side while the other gripped my hip possessively.

“A week, huh?” That wasn’t much of a greeting, but for me to be able to say anything after Sean Lachlan had so thoroughly kissed me was pretty impressive.

“A week.” He lowered his head and rubbed his mouth back and forth against mine. “One long, miserable week. I’ve spent most of that week thinking about getting you naked and getting inside you again. D’ya know that, Your Highness?”

As he said those words, he reached a hand between us and began to rub between my thighs.

“I’ve thought about being here, buried inside your wet cunt.”

A breath stuttered out of me, and I stared at him in stark shock.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Does that bother you? Hearing me talk like that?”

My face was burning, my breathing coming harder and faster. It should bother me. I hated the word cunt. But for some reason, as Sean murmured to me in his low, rough voice, I just wanted him to keep talking and keep touching.

In wordless demand, I lifted my hips to his hand again.

He rewarded me with another slow rub against my sex, and this time, he pressed harder. I gasped as one finger pushed the material of my skirt against me. Through the skirt and my panties, I could feel him.

“You’re already wet, Your Highness. I feel it.” He pressed his mouth to my ear and said, “Is your hot little cunt wet for me?”

And as he said those words, he slid his hand higher and started to massage my clitoris.

I whimpered, my knees threatening to give out.

“Tell me,” he cajoled.

I didn’t know what he wanted. I was only aware of his hand moving back and forth against me, the silk of my panties dragging over me, the heavier material of my skirt yet another barrier. Too many barriers. I tugged at his shirt, mindless, desperate for the feel of human skin. His skin, naked and pressed to mine.

Sean caught my wrist and held it loosely.

As he did so, he lifted his head and studied me. Breathing in ragged little stops and starts, I met his gaze. He didn’t look away, even once, when he pressed my hand to the wall beside my head.

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