Page 28 of Shine: Sins of the Father (Evil Dead MC: Second Generation #8)

Fiona—

Once we’re in the room, Shine locks the door and sets the key on the small highboy dresser, then stands, staring at me, the heat in his eyes plain.

It’s a look that makes my stomach do a little flip.

It’s been so long, and yet I remember every moment with him.

It all comes flooding back. I’ve missed him so much.

“What are you thinking?” I whisper when he just stands there, his eyes moving over me.

“I’m thinking about how stunning you are, sweetness. Head-to-toe, sexy as hell. I’m thinking about how much I’ve missed you. I’m thinking about how much I want you. I’m thinking about how a part of me never thought we’d be together again.”

“Me neither.”

He pulls me into his arms, and our hands are all over each other.

His fingers grab the hem of my sparkling sheer tank and with a whoosh, it’s up over my head, revealing the skimpy black top I have under it.

Shine grabs my ass and hefts me up, and a moment later, I’m flat on my back with his hard body on top of me. His biceps bracket me in as he holds up some of his weight. One jean-covered leg is thrown over mine, and I can feel his erection through the soft denim.

His skin is warm, and he smells so good, like leather and outdoors and a scent all his own.

His mouth comes down on mine, and one palm trails over my hip.

He pushes his knee between my thighs and grabs my leg, pulling up until my crotch is pressed to his thigh.

He shifts, rubbing against me through my jeans, and it feels so erotic.

I moan into his mouth while he keeps at it until I swear I’m going to orgasm just from that.

He rolls onto his back, and I end up straddling him, a knee on either side of his hips. He tugs at the hem of my skimpy top. “Lose this.”

I take a breath and pull it over my head. I’m wearing a black bra, and his eyes drop to it, then his hands cup my waist, but don’t go any farther.

“Shake your head.”

I do, threading my fingers through my hair until it falls free in waves around my shoulders.

A lock falls against my cleavage, and Shine touches it. “I love your hair. Beautiful.” He sits up and wraps his arms around me, planting his face in my cleavage, kissing each swelling mound, and I cup his face, loving his gentle touch.

He moves back and leans against the headboard, then hooks a finger in one strap and draws it down my arm. “Take this off.”

I unhook it, pulling it free and tossing it aside, and instantly his warm calloused hands close over my bare breasts, squeezing and kneading them. He runs both thumbs back and forth over my nipples.

They’re erect and so sensitive that I bite my bottom lip and moan, my eyes sliding shut. Shine moves forward and takes one in his hot mouth. My breath stutters at the sensation of his facial hair brushing against my soft skin. Oh God, that’s hot.

He toys and licks and sucks and tugs until I’m writhing against him, my hands clutching his head to me. He moves on to the other.

“Oh, yes,” I whisper and grind my crotch against him, needing some friction.

He growls and tosses me onto my back. Then he moves off the bed, removes my pretty heels, and yanks my pants off in one jerk.

I gasp.

I’m only in my panties, but he doesn’t leave those for long. His fingers curl at my hips and peel them off, too.

He stands at the foot of the bed, his eyes taking in my naked form. I bend a knee and run the bottom of my foot along the comforter, enticing him to hurry. He carefully lays his cut on top of the dresser, then his hands move to undo his belt and jeans. He kicks off his boots and strips.

His erection springs forward, long and hard, and I can’t drag my eyes away. He grabs himself at the root and strokes upward, twisting at the tip. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

I undulate on the bed, the cool satiny fabric slippery beneath me. He’s enjoying this, enjoying me—all stretched out on this bed, my nerves keyed-up to a breaking point—dying for his hands on me again at long last, needing it with every fiber of my being.

Oh, why is he making me wait? Making us wait? And then I know—to drag this out, to amp up the desire. This is all part of the foreplay, and oh God, is it working.

He puts a knee to the bed, and I melt.

“See something you want, sweetness?”

I nod and lift a hand out to him.

Shine crawls over me, his hot naked body coming down on mine, skin to hot skin, and I want to crawl inside him.

Wrapping my arms around him, I stroke my fingertips along his spine until he’s moaning.

When I fold one of my legs over his, he growls and then grabs the back of my knee with his palm and pushes himself up, spreading me wide.

Settling between my thighs, Shine fits like he’s always belonged there, like I’ve finally been reunited with my missing piece.

I moan while devouring his mouth with my kisses. I can’t get enough.

He doesn’t give me much time, because a moment later, he’s sliding down my body and spreading me wide with his shoulders.

At the first stroke of Shine’s thumb over my pussy, my hips lift off the bed. It’s just a barely there touch, and yet, it’s electrifying. All my nerve endings are on heightened alert.

I look down my body to watch him. He’s giving my pussy all his attention, watching his own hand as he strokes. Then his gaze lifts to mine, and he dips his head for that first stroke of his tongue.

My eyes drift shut and my head tilts back when he rolls my pussy lips with both thumbs, again and again, seeking and finding my clit with his tongue.

My hands fist in the fabric of the comforter, and my hips lift off the bed, following his mouth, wanting more.

He gives it to me, one long stroke of his tongue after another. He pins my hips to keep me on the bed, stroking me with his tongue at his leisure until it’s not enough and I’m begging.

“Please, Shine.”

He dips two fingers into my opening and thrusts inside, making me gasp. Those long digits seek and find my trigger spot, and I moan. Then he rotates in little massaging circles around, pressing upward, and soon I’m panting with need.

“Oh, God… Shine.”

“I know you like that, sweetness. I remember.”

“Yes, yes.”

He adds his thumb to the mix, brushing my clit over and over, then slides up my torso to suck on my nipple while he keeps at me with his hand.

I’m getting so close to coming, and when he nips hard, I explode in orgasm.

He works me slowly and softly down until he’s wrenched every last flutter from me. I’m gasping for air, my breasts rising and falling.

He presses kisses up my trembling belly to lave both nipples, sucking and nibbling until they’re both engorged red buds, supersensitive to every brush of his mouth and beard. It’s so delicious, and I don’t want him to let up.

I’m slick with my release when he takes his dick, circles the head in my wetness, then thrusts inside me in one quick movement.

I clutch at his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing to feel his body move against mine in the slow, steady rhythm he takes up.

The first time, he’s quick, like he can’t hold back, and I love the fact that he wants me so badly, he can’t wait another minute.

When he finishes, his teeth bared, it's glorious to watch, and when he collapses on top of me, his body a heavy weight of heated skin that cocoons me in warmth pinning me to the bed, it’s heaven.

My arms circle around him, holding him there, never wanting to lose this feeling.

When he regains his breath, he lifts his head and goes up on his elbows to meet my eyes. He strokes his thumb between my brows.

“You’ve got little worry lines right here. I wish I could take them away. I wish I could make it so you never had a damn thing to worry about ever again, sweetness.”

His mouth drops to press kisses on my forehead, my nose, my chin. “You’re not who I thought you were, but you’re exactly who I remembered.”

“It wasn’t all a lie, Shine. My feelings were true; the way you made me feel was real. I didn’t fake any of that.”

“Glad to hear it, ‘cause I kind of liked that girl—the one who made me laugh, the one who clung to the back of my bike, her arms tight around me, her cheek resting on my back. The one who trusted me. I fucking loved that girl.”

He moves off me and pulls me against his side.

“You were a tough cookie, taking out Donnie Ray’s brother, holding it together afterward.”

“I’m not so tough. I wish I were.”

“You want to know what I wish? I wish you’d let me in.”

“I thought I just did.”

He taps my forehead with his finger, then my chest. “Talkin’ ‘bout in here and here.”

“I want to; I just don’t want to be hurt.”

“I don’t think either of us gonna be able to resist this fucking pull we have for each other. There’s something here, Fiona. You feel it, don’t you?”

“Yes. I feel it.”

“Then we’ve got to decide if it's worth fighting for, if it’s worth all the drama it's gonna blow up in the clubhouse. You gotta tell me the truth.”

“There is something I need to tell you. Things I wish I’d said before…” I start, but there’s a commotion in the hall.

I can hear my father’s voice carrying. “Fiona, you in one of these rooms? Fiona, answer me. So help me God…”

Then there’s Harley Jean’s voice. “Wolf, she wasn’t feeling well. I think she drank too much. Tori took her home.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, come on. They’re about to sing to Reckless. You don’t want to miss that.”

Their voices fade down the hall, and my panic subsides.

“That was close,” I whisper.

“And if he’d found us?” Shine asks with an edge to his voice. “You ashamed to be caught with me?”

“You know that’s not true. I just don’t want you and my father getting into a fistfight.”

“That all there is to it?”

I roll on top of him and cup his cheeks. “Yes. I love this pretty face too much.”

He lifts a brow, and the corner of his mouth pulls up. “Pretty face? Ouch.”

“It’s not even your best feature,” I say, sliding down his body with a sly grin. That works to distract him from my father’s irate behavior.