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  Shane slid a finger inside her, and she gasped.

  "Shhh. That's it. Let me in. Do you like my fingers inside you?"

  Tris dragged in shallow breaths and nodded. "Y-yes."

  "Do you want more?"

  "Shane, please."

  "You want more fingers inside you? Cock?"

  Tension coiled deep inside, dragging her toward a promise of bliss. "Both. Shane."

  "God, watching you, makes me think of ways I can drag you into my lap and make you come."

  He added another finger and slid into her easily, and she clawed at his arm. Suddenly, he pulled his fingers from her, and she mewled a protest. His grin was devilish as he put his fingers to his lips and licked them. "Mmm, heaven, baby."

  The love scene was over now on the screen, but her body still ached for him.

  Shane tugged her up from her seat and pulled her onto his lap, her back to his chest. He splayed her legs wide, giving himself better access. When his thumb slid back over her, she cried out, unable to get enough. He circled her clit over and over again, bringing her close to the edge. Driving her crazy.

  "Tris, can you feel how much I want you?"

  His erection pushed insistently against her ass, and she moaned. "Then why won't you make love to me?"

  His answer surprised her. "Because you are worth so much more to me than a quick screw in a movie theater. I want the first time to be special for you."

  Tris rolled her head on his shoulder as he teased some more. "It'll be special now. You want me, I can feel it."

  "I can be patient. Besides, half the fun is seeing you like this, desperate, open for me. When it happens, I hope you know I'm not letting you go for a long time."

  She was so down for that plan.

  He shifted her so he could kiss her deeply, matching the tempo of his fingers with his tongue. When he added slow circles of his thumb over her clit, she didn't stand a chance. He dragged her through two orgasms quickly and without any hesitation, knowing how to strum her body just right.

  Swallowing her moan, he smiled against her lips. "That will never get old."

  Tris sagged into him, her body floating down slowly from the clouds. She was so unfocused she almost missed his question. "What was that?"

  "How about a date? A real one, with dinner and a show maybe. Some friends of mine are doing a show at La Jolla Playhouse Friday."

  She was barely able to drag her head up to meet his gaze. "La Jolla? Isn't that a little too close to campus?"

  "You let me worry about that. What do you say?"

  "Okay. I'm in. But next time, I get to drive you crazy."

  "I'm going to let you in on a little secret. You always drive me crazy."

  Chapter 6

  Shane watched Tris as she twirled on the rooftop of his building. From his ground floor apartment, he had a street view on one side and a view of the main courtyard and another building from his balcony. But up here, they could see all of the San Diego skyline. It had been completely decked out with a whole indoor-outdoor feel with comfy couches, fire pits, and an outdoor kitchen and Bar-B-Q. At the last minute, he'd decided against La Jolla. He wanted her all to himself, and he really didn't want to be looking over his shoulder tonight. He just wanted to be with her. You're on borrowed time. She's not yours.

  She might not be his, and he might not be able to stay with her, but for now she was his. And he'd stick by her side for as long as he was allowed. The guilt that was his constant companion stuck him in the side. Asshole. He had a job to do. One he cared about. He just hoped when the time came, and he could tell her, that she'd understand.

  "I can't believe Warrick lives here."

  Another lie. Just add it to the pile. "Yeah. It was cool of him to let me use his place for our date."

  "You're sure he's not going to mind, or anything?"

  In reality, he had Jaya Westhorpe to thank for the digs, but he wasn't going into that whole story. "He won't mind. And he's away for the next couple of nights." And by away, he meant parked across the street surveilling the building. But again, she didn't need to know that.

  "Well, please tell him I said thank you. It was cool of him to lend us his place. It's nice to have some alone time with you and not worry about being seen or heard or anything."

  Shit. "I'll tell him. And don't worry about it. In another couple of months, it'll be a brand new semester. We'll figure it out." And he had to soon because he couldn't keep lying to her.

  Tris picked up another forkful of chocolate cake and popped it into her mouth. The sound she made gave him all kinds of ideas. "Where did you learn to cook?"

  "Growing up, we had a housekeeper, Rosa. She pretty much raised me since Dad was gone a lot. And even when he was home, he delegated all the basics to her. She might as well have been my mother."

  Her teeth scraped over her bottom lip as she came to sit next to him. "Do you ever think about finding her? Your mom?"

  He shook his head. "She left me in the hands of my father, so no. Not really. I'm an adult now, so I get that she couldn't stay. I completely understand she had to run, otherwise, he might have killed her. But she left me behind, so that pretty much says she didn't care enough about me to take me with her."

  "I'm sorry, Shane."

  He shook his head. "Don't be. It was a long time ago. Besides, I have other things I'd rather be doing."

  Her grin flashed. "Oh, is this where you let me take advantage of you?"

  God, she was awesome. "Oh, you didn't know? This is me resisting."

  Tris laughed as she threw a leg over his to straddle him. Her dress rode up a little, and automatically, his hands went to her hips. She was thin and athletic, but she'd been blessed with curves, and he loved the way her ass fit into his hands.

  "Yeah, I can see you're resisting real hard."

  She rolled her hips over him, and he clenched his jaw tight. "Jesus, Tris." For the last three weeks since L.A., he had been in a near constant state of arousal. Jacking off didn't help. And staying away from her certainly wasn’t an option. Not just because of the job but because he needed to be around her. She made him happy. He felt normal around her. Like he could love somebody.

  She's not yours to love.

  Shoving the thought aside, he reached up to cup her face and traced a thumb over her cheekbones. "You are so fucking beautiful. You make me nervous as hell."

  Tris ducked her head. "I make you nervous? I can barely breathe when I'm with you."

  He kissed her softly, taking time to savor how soft her lips were, her scent, her unique flavor. He felt himself spiraling, but he didn't care. The lack of control might have scared him, but not touching her, not holding her, scared him more.

  She sank her hands into his hair, and he groaned, loving the feeling. It told him just how into it she was. As much as he tried to control the kiss, it spun out of control quickly. When she tucked her hips into his and rocked into him, the reins slipped completely out of his hands.

  He wanted her, more than anything he'd never allowed himself to want before. More than anything he hadn't dared want, for fear of his old man taking it from him.

  But he couldn't do this to her. He couldn't make love to her without telling her the truth first. When she rocked into his hips again and she slid her tongue over his, the synapses in his brain shorted. What was he supposed to be doing again?

  His hand tucked under her T-shirt, and he palmed her breast. Her response was automatic. Throwing her head back, arching her back. But it was more than her physical response. It was the trust in her eyes. If he hadn't been half in love with her already, that would have done it. And because of that trust, he removed his hand and stayed her hips. "Tris. I—we can't."

  Her beautiful chocolate brown eyes snapped open, and she stilled. "Did I do something wrong?"

  Fuck. She was too perfect. "No. Not at all, you're awesome. We just can’t do this."

  Her brow furrowed, and he resisted the urge to smooth it. She should be concerned around h
im. He was not the good guy. "Why?"

  He licked his lips. "Because there are things you don't know about me. You've waited for this long for the right person—"

  She pressed her fingertips to his lips. "Do you want me?"

  "I think you already know the answer to that." His erection twitched against her cleft as if to punctuate the point.

  "Do you care about me?"

  How could she even ask him that? He tried to speak around her fingertips. "Can't you tell how hard I've fallen for you? Jesus, Tris, I'm in—" He cut himself off as his heart squeezed.

  Oh, shit. What the fuck had he been about to say? There was a thought, an emotion, just out of his grasp. Every time he reached for it, he couldn’t see it clearly, couldn’t touch it. This girl was too close. Too dangerous.

  Clearing his throat he amended, "It's why I don't think—"

  She only pressed harder to stem the flow of words. "A yes will do."

  A grin tugged at his lips as the desperate need to kiss her welled up again. "Tris, listen—"

  "No, you listen. I want you to make love to me. I've wanted you since I saw you watching me in the club. You make me feel alive, exhilarated, free. And this might not last, and you'll get a job after you graduate, and my father could yank me home at any time, and all manner of things could happen tomorrow. Tonight, I want to feel this. That's all I can ask for. It's all I need. I trust you not to hurt me. I trust you with my body. I want you. I don't need promises. I just need tonight."

  His pulse thundered in his ears like a base drum. He wanted her so bad. "There's no going back, Tris."

  She shook her head. "I don't want to go back. I want you."

  He stared up into the dark depths of her beautiful eyes. "Are you sure?"

  "Be brave. Be bold. I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

  With both hands, he cupped her ass and scooted her hips so they were flush with his before standing smoothly. He didn't care what he had to do, but he was going to take care of this girl for as long as she let him. "Let's go downstairs."

  Thankfully, he'd already arranged with the building staff to come and clean at midnight, so he didn't have to waste time cleaning up all their stuff. Down at the apartment, his hands shook as he opened the door. He hadn't been this nervous since his first time. He wanted this to be good for her.

  Behind him, he heard the gentle click-clack of those stunning heels on the hardwood floor. The dirty part of him flashed a fantasy image of her wearing nothing but those shoes, begging him to let her come as he took her standing from behind. Later. Right now, he wanted this to be perfect for her.

  He'd already experimented with the lighting, so with two clicks of the security pad, the lights came on low in the living room, and the two-sided fireplace to the bedroom lit.

  Tris gasped in delight. "Wow, that's amazing."

  He paused their trek into the bedroom with a kiss. "Not as amazing as you are."

  She melted into him easily, sliding her tongue over his as he licked into her mouth. Her fingertips slid under the hem of his T-shirt, and he hissed as she trailed a path of fire along his skin. Desperate to give her more of what she wanted, he broke the kiss to yank his T-shirt over his head before he dropped it on the floor.

  Tris stared at him with a half-smile on her face. "Seriously, your body is unreal."

  His body? Hers was a work of art. Considering how much she ran and worked out, there was no way she should have the curves she had. "You are unreal."

  She reached out and traced her fingers over his abs. Her lips parted slightly when she reached his happy trail. But it was when she dragged her gaze up to meet his that she went for his buckle and slipped the leather from its loop.

  Shane couldn't breathe, let alone swallow. Which was probably for the best because his mouth was bone dry.

  "Shane?"

  He blinked several times before he could force his brain to work. "Yeah?"

  "Which way's the bedroom?"

  Bedroom? Right? "Follow me."

  Once in the bedroom, he sat her on the bed, and then gently slid off her shoes before smoothing his hands up her calves, then her thighs. She parted her legs to accommodate his shoulders, and he growled in response. She knew just what he wanted without him having to tell her.

  He reached up under the skirt of her dress and hooked his thumbs into her panties and tugged. She raised her hips to give him a hand, and he tugged the flimsy scrap of material down her long, lean legs.

  Helping her into a standing position, he stood and unzipped the side of her dress before sliding it off her shoulders, then down past her breasts and over her hips. Her full C cups, pushed up over the demi cup of the red lace, making his mouth water.

  Take your time. Don’t rush. This has to be special. He repeated to himself. Never mind that he was about to jump out of his skin. This was about her.

  She looped her arms around his neck and stepped into his space. She tasted amazing. Spicy and sweet. With one hand, he unsnapped the back clasp of her bra before helping her slide the straps down her body. When he lay her back on the bed, he didn't know what part of her to devour first.

  But Tris had her own ideas. She tugged him to her, melding their lips, their tongues dancing to the beat of a rhythm only the two of them could hear.

  Take, devour, own.

  The chant in his head drowned out all rational thinking. She was his. And he wanted to brand her as his. He wanted to leave a mark so deep she'd never be able to think about anyone else without thinking about him first.

  He kissed a path to her nipples and teased the puckered, dark chocolate tip, barely whispering over her skin, making her shiver. When he closed his lips over the stiff peak, she moaned and gave his hair a gentle tug as she dragged him closer. She was driving him wild, and she didn't even know it. Drawing circular patterns in her flesh, he skimmed his hand down until he slid past her navel to her sex.

  He teased her cleft open with the tip of his finger and she gasped.

  "Shane."

  Against her breast, he soothed her. "Easy, sweetheart. Just relax."

  "Please don't tease me, I don't want to wait."

  He continued the shallow thrusts of his finger, gently stretching her, making sure she was nice and wet. "Just a little longer, Tris. I need you too."

  Gently, he grazed the tip of her nipple with his teeth, and she groaned low…

  Her hips arched into his questing finger as he penetrated her deeper. Her moans and mewling sounds filled the silence. Even though he was taking it slow, she was so responsive. Her sweet center made his fingers so wet, so slick. "I've been dreaming about you just like this for months, Tris"

  He could tell by the way her inner walls tightened that she was getting closer to bliss, and he slowed his movements. He wanted her coming around his cock. He needed to feel that.

  Shane slid his fingers from her and pushed away from the bed. She immediately whimpered and reached for him, but he shook his head. Instead, he yanked down his jeans and boxers before grabbing a condom from the nightstand.

  She watched him intently with a hooded gaze. Her eyes never drifted from his erection. "You know, sweetheart, my eyes, they're up here."

  Tris giggled, but her gaze stayed on his cock. "I want to taste you again."

  He froze. Oh, shit. He wanted that too. Her warm tongue sliding over him and sucking him deep. The tingle in his spine spread through his lower back. How could just thinking about her sucking him off be enough to make him want to come?

  This girl was going to kill him. "Next time. Right now, I'm dying to be inside you."

  He sheathed himself quickly before he crawled over her body, parting her legs with one of his. Gently, he tested her soft cleft again with his fingers. Soft, slick, wet. So wet. Ready.

  Tris raised her hips to meet his, and he groaned out a curse as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her folds. When she wiggled her hips, she had the whole tip of his cock surrounded by her slickness. Fuck. He wanted to c
ome already, and he was barely inside her. He locked his jaw in an effort to maintain some kind of control.

  With a groan, he nudged the tip of his cock further inside her, and she tried to draw him in with her tight core. Sweat slicked his skin as he inched forward, watching Tris's expression. Her gaze didn't waver as she blinked back at him. She raised her hips, and he slid in to the hilt with a low groan.

  She stiffened in his arms and hissed.

  He froze. "Tris?"

  She wound her arms tight around him. "Please don't stop."

  He kissed her softly as he levered his weight off her. "Are you okay?"

  She nodded. "Don't stop."

  Her walls pulsed around him, and he knew he was lost. This was where he belonged. Dropping his forehead to hers, he kept rocking his hips forward as she contracted around him, his name coming out as a sigh.

  Going as slowly as he dared, he retreated an inch before rocking into her again. "You're...so...tight."

  Tris met each of his strokes. He could tell the moment her body got used to him because she started to arch her back into his thrusts. On each retreat, he pulled out farther and farther until he pulled back almost to the point that he was out all the way and surged forward again.

  "Shane. Oh, God."

  He kissed her deep as he rolled them so that she lay on top of him, giving her control. "You show me how to move. You're in charge, baby. His hands pulsed on her hips as she rode him. Gently at first. But she soon picked up the pace.

  He watched, fascinated, as she threw her head back. He could stay like this forever and be a happy man. With a tight grip on her hips, he scooted them back more so his back rested against the headboard, mimicking their position from the roof. Now with each thrust of her hips, her clit rubbed against him.

  Dipping her body backward, he suckled one tight nipple, then the other. His hand reached into her thick hair and tugged her head back to give him better access. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer, so he released her hip to slide his hand between them and found her clit easily. With his thumb, he stroked over the tight bud in time with their thrusting. With each deliberate circle of his thumb, she moaned.