“Okay,” she whimpered.

He pressed little kisses all along her neck. She shivered, and her grip on his shoulders tightened. Damn she was responsive. She probably wasn’t even aware of the tiny rocking movements of her hips that were driving him insane. He wanted to strip her and take her in the grass…except…

He pulled back. “We have to go inside.”

“But—”

“Lusty wench. Behave.” He slapped her lightly on the ass and took her elbow, starting them back to the house.

She ran her teeth across her lower lip and gave him a dark look that promised retribution. Shane shook his head. He didn’t care. His ring was back on her finger, and that was all that mattered.

Chapter Fourteen

Ginger had laid out a new toothbrush and razor for Shane to use. She giggled behind a hand at the baggy, old pajamas Trevor had lent him.

“You should’ve told me you didn’t pack,” she said. “I would’ve driven you to the store so you could pick up some stuff.”

“Wasn’t thinking very clearly this morning. I just had this overwhelming urge to come out here and get you back.”

She grinned, stupidly happy. “Well, this’s your room.” She gestured around. It was the absolute smallest room in the house, but it had a bed. Her mom had put a set of fresh sheets over the mattress.

“At the opposite end of the hall from your room,” Shane mused, looking around. There was a tiny desk by the window, which overlooked the barn. He rapped the desk with a knuckle. “And quite fragrant, if you leave the window open.”

She chuckled. “Should’ve expected that when you barged onto a farm.”

He kissed her. “Well then. Good night.”

“Night.” She closed the door behind her.

Everyone seemed to go to bed early on the farm, but Fraser explained everyone also got up early. Like five thirty, before sunrise early.

Shane lay on the small bed and stared at the ceiling. He supposed that wouldn’t be too bad if he could get himself to fall asleep soon.

The night before he’d dreamed about his parents. Probably flashbacks. His memories seemed to be coming back as he spent time with the people who’d been in his life before the accident.

So far most of the dreams had been pretty shitty. Had he had any good ones?

Probably he had, and they probably had featured Ginger. He wished he could remember them. He wished he could remember what Ginger’s favorite colors were, her favorite food, the sound of her voice when she sang—if she sang at all—and their first date and first dance and first kiss and first sex…

His mind drifted, and the tension slowly seeped out of his body. He fell asleep…

…then a hand roaming over his chest and belly woke him up. “What—?”

“Shh…” Ginger put a finger over his lips. “Trevor’s a light sleeper.”

“What are you doing?”

“Finishing what we started earlier.”

“You naughty girl.” Even as he mock scolded her, his body came to life, his cock hardening.

She slipped her hand lower and grasped it. “Ah-hah. Somebody’s happy to see me.”

“Damn, Ginger…”

“Don’t make any noise. Somebody’s going to hear.” She kissed him then, her mouth open and carnal. She licked his tongue, teasing and taunting him to thrust inside her, and he groaned against her and pulled her down over his body.

Ahh, yes.

Without breaking the kiss, she squirmed until she was straddling him. She rocked, her flesh hot even through the layers of clothes between them. She was absolutely shameless as she sought her pleasure. And it was so damn hot it was all he could do to stop himself from pounding into her now.

He pulled her nightgown up until it was bunched under her armpits. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and the moonlight gave her a silvery otherworldly glow. She was so beautiful, it made him shake.

She was his.

He buried his face between her gorgeous breasts and inhaled her orchids and butter cream scent. He brought a nipple toward his mouth, and flicked his tongue over the tip, liking the way it beaded. She tightened her hands in his hair, and with a grunt, he took the whole nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

She bucked, her back arching. She pushed her torso into his face, and he cupped her ass in his hands, squeezing and fondling as he tormented her breast. The other one trembled, its exposed nipple beading like it could vicariously experience what he was doing to the one in his mouth.

He pulled back, dragging the extended nipple between his teeth. Ginger muffled a moan with her hand. He took the other one into his mouth. He wasn’t tender anymore, rough with his teeth and lips and tongue. She writhed against him, wrapping her arms around him tighter and silently begging for more.

His mouth still on her tit, he pushed her thighs apart wider. She was dripping wet, her nether lips swollen and so damn slick. He ran his fingers up and down, careful to bump into her clit every time, but not with enough pressure to make her come. He wanted to drive her to the edge, hear her beg him to fuck her. He wanted her filthy and desperate and out of her mind with need.

“More,” she moaned, her voice low and uneven.

“Not yet, babe.”

“You…are…evil.”

“And you like me that way.” He brought his juicy fingers to his mouth and licked. “Damn, you taste amazing. You have no idea what I want, do you?”

“Shane…”

* * *

Ginger teetered at the edge. She was going to die if he kept teasing her like this.

Tunneling her hands into his hair, she pulled him up for a kiss. He didn’t even hesitate. His talented mouth…Oh yes. He plundered her like he had every right to, and she loved it. She wanted him to know she belonged to him and him only. She didn’t want him to ever think about how he might end up like his parents, especially his father. She wouldn’t let him.

She moved against him and moaned with frustration. He was still in the pajamas, which were getting in the way. She rolled them over, and Shane adjusted his position so they wouldn’t fall off the small mattress. “You’re entirely too dressed,” she muttered. She reached down and undid all the buttons, laying his chest bare. When he reached for the bottoms, she slapped his hands away. “I’ll handle this.”

He cocked an eyebrow. With a wicked grin, she pulled them down slowly, unwrapping him like a birthday present. His cock sprang out. She licked her lips at the glistening tip. The veins on his shaft seemed to pulse.

She pulled him deep into her mouth. Salt and the heady flavor of Shane flooded her senses, and she moaned. He was too big for her to suck to the hilt, so she used her hands to compensate.

He hissed out a curse.

“Shhh,” she said. “You’re going to get us caught.” She resumed, licking and tasting and sucking all over his cock, leaving no part untouched. Her fingers delicately played with his balls, weighing and caressing them.

His breathing grew choppy. He braced his feet flat on the bed and thrust into her mouth, careful not to gag her. His hands clenched into fists, and the muscles in his stomach were rigid. She could tell he was close. Yes, yes.

The last time he’d come on her. This time she wanted him to come inside her so she could taste his climax.

Suddenly he grasped her arms and pulled her up. He devoured her mouth like she was a feast after a famine, while he shoved two fingers inside her. She was so primed they glided in with no problem. His kiss muffled her cry as her walls tightened around his fingers. She needed more.

“Fuck, you’re so damn hot.” He thrust them in and out, only up to two knuckles. She tried to move, have them deeper inside her, but he kept an arm around her waist, trapping her.

“Shane, please…”

“Tell me.”

“I want you inside me,” she whispered heatedly in his ear. “I want you hard and hot and fucking me, claiming my body. Making me yours.”