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like Shane could be vulnerable, but I could read it there. For as far as he’d come from that boy who had avoided his father’s fists and dealt with the mental anguish of his mother’s untimely death, that boy was still there beneath the surface.
    He was waiting for something. He was waiting for me to say something.
    I rested my palms against this hard planes of his cheekbones. He was handsome in a rugged, hard kind of way. I pushed forward on the piano until my butt was on the very edge, and I pressed myself up against him just reaching his lips. He didn’t move. He was as still as a statue.
    My lips met his, but he didn’t even twitch. What was it he wanted from me? I didn’t know why I even bothered asking myself that question. Shane wanted what he had wanted all along. Verbal confirmation of something that I kept holding back from him.  
    “I’ll stay with you, Shane,” I whispered against his lips.
    It was as if my words released a torrent of desire inside of him. I barely had time to catch my breath before his lips plunged down on mine and rocked me backward. His lips and hands were everywhere, and I stretched backward onto the cool top of the piano bracing my body with my hands behind me.
    I allowed him to touch me wherever he wanted because everywhere, every single touch caused the beginning of a build of warmth in my core. It wasn’t just that it had been years since I’d had a decent orgasm with anyone other than myself, but it was also the breaking through of emotions that I thought I had long ago buried.
    When Shane dropped to his knees, and I felt his tongue begin its slow ascent from the back of my knee up my thigh, I let out a small moan of delight. His hot breath against my skin was a stark contrast to the cool, hard surface underneath me. The feeling was exquisite, but it had nothing on the sparks of liquid fire that shot off inside of me when his tongue dove between my wet folds.
    I stiffened even as I sat up enough so that I could dig my fingers deep into his short hair.  
    “God, I’ve missed tasting you,” Shane said, his words muffled by my thighs, but his eyes were on my face. “Even if it was only one time.”
    “Don’t stop,” I said in a heavy gasp.
    He grinned at me and went back to work, which consisted of a hard suck on my clit which brought another sharp moan to my lips. He teased me to the edge and then stopped to kiss my stomach or my belly button. He’d wait until I started to shudder with need, and then he’d dip his head back between my thighs again. It was an erotic game of peek-a-boo, and I loved every minute of it.
    “Please,” I said. I wasn’t even sure what exactly I was begging for other than the release that had been denied to me for so long. Shane stood up, and I went straight for his belt buckle. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” I said with a wicked grin. “Show me that Super Bowl worthy ass.”
    If there was a record for the fastest clothes removal, I was pretty sure that Shane would have just won it by a mile. But he gave me exactly the eyeful I had been waiting for, and my mouth watered as I finally took in the stark beauty of his long, lean, hard body including his stiff cock, which stood up straight and at attention.
    “That’s for later,” he said as he gripped my hips and yanked my body close to his. “I’ve waited too long for this.”
    “Too long,” I agreed as I hooked my arms around him. His mouth found mine, and I tasted myself on his tongue. I eagerly reached for him, but he batted my hand away. When I felt my body rise up off the piano, I stifled a yelp.
    “Let’s talk about long,” he said against my lips.  
    I gasped as he moved my hips so that as I straddled him, and my body sank down onto his hard girth. He gave me just enough room on the piano so that I didn’t feel like I was falling, but that thought left my mind as he began to move against me.
    “God babe, you are so fucking tight,” he groaned. “You fit me like