when he raised his mouth, his eyes dark and focused on her exposed flesh, she wanted to scream with the need racing through her veins. Her body was throbbing, wet, ready, and she sucked in a slow, tortured breath, squeezing her legs together to ease the ache.
He traced a finger down her stomach and popped the button to her shorts with little effort. âAre you wet?â
She nodded, complacent and unable to do more. When his hand slid into her shorts, a single long finger gliding along her slick folds to find her opening, she bit his shoulder to stifle her cry. He kept watch on the house and slid his finger over her clit with long, sure strokes. âDonât hold back. Let me feel it.â
He quickened the pace, and the world started a slow spiral into oblivion. Her heart raced as he deepened his touch, adding another finger and pushing for more. Each rock and thrust of his hand cinched the knot forming inside her even tighter until it unfurled with brutal pulses.
âThatâs it. Thatâs what I want.â His soft moan creased her lips and he took her cry of release into his mouth.
She wanted to find pleasure in what had transpired, wanted to curl into his strong arms and enjoy the sensations still pulsing deep in her body. Her damp response clung to his fingers as he withdrew and straightened her clothes. After a deep, lingering kiss that should have dispelled the demons racing through her mind, he sat up. Pulling her to her feet, he groaned. âIâd love to continue down this path, but weâve got company.â
She didnât have to look. Chloe and Nick were coming. Their easy laughter reached across the distance, and for an awkward moment, Miya envied them. They didnât have a past or old hurts to dampen what they enjoyed together. They just had new and exciting.
She straightened her clothes and brushed the hay away mechanically. She was weak. Pathetic, really. Sheâd decided to stay away from the temptation Shawn proved to be, and sheâd lasted less than twenty minutes before lying down under his touch.
His control over her had always been this way. Sheâd never been able to resist. Not from the start, when sheâd been fifteen and heâd asked her to the movies. Not when heâd wanted to make love to her the first time, or when heâd given her a promise ring and told her he wanted forever. If it hadnât been for finding him with Susan, she would have stayed in this small town, lived their life as heâd planned and had the baby theyâd made. The baby he didnât know sheâd carried for five weeks and lost in a dingy gas station bathroom somewhere between Arkansas and Kentucky two nights after sheâd left him. All heâd known was that sheâd left him standing on his porch with her declaration that she no longer loved him.
Tears pricked at her eyes, but she forced them away. She needed to get the hell out of there. Without a word to Shawn, she jumped down from the truck and grabbed Chloeâs arm. âWe need to go.â
Chloe shot Nick an apologetic glance but didnât say a word. Thankfully.
Chapter Five
âHere, sweetie, have as many as you like.â
Shawn smiled at Dora-Lee Jackson. Heâd always liked her, but the fact that she kept piling more and more homemade pancakes on his plate⦠Well, it made her that much more endearing. âThank you, maâam.â
âShawn, I think youâve known Momma long enough not to call her that.â Miyaâs little sister, Casey, newlywed glow firmly in place, sat across from him at the huge kitchen table.
âI know. Old habits.â He shrugged, wondering again when Miya would wake up. Sheâd walked away from their encounter yesterday without a backward glance. It had taken every ounce of his willpower to stay away for the rest of the day, but heâd given in to his need to see her this morning. A morning she seemed determined to