He didn't get moments like these much anymore, times when he could cherish a woman for the time they spent together and for the warmth and comfort her body offered. Shane couldn't deny, he'd had his fair share of bed partners, most of 'em casual.
But with Lori, it wasn't just about screwin'. It wasn't because there was hardly anybody left. He needed her, god, in so many ways, he wondered if she even understood what she meant to him. Shane wanted to enjoy her body, pleasure her because he wantedto, not because he'd get somethin' out of it. He woulda liked to lay her down on his bed at home and treat her right, like she deserved—not the way they was now. Sneakin' off like it was an affair, out in the open, exposed, where there were probably twigs and sharp things sticking into her back. But they didn't have that luxury. They only had this moment.
Her skin was so damn smooth, and she smelled good. Clean, like fresh linen, and of pure woman, needy and wanting. They ground together, clothed hips meshing hard, eyes veiled and dark with want. He bent his head and kissed her, their teeth mashing, chests shaking in effort for air—to hell with breathing. Wasn't important, not nearly as much as this.
Shane ducked his head further, tongue inching between her breasts, along the lacy print of her bra—it would come off soon enough. He'd make quick work of it later, he thought, lips gentle on her hip bone before biting down sharp-like.
But his hands were too busy tugging down her jeans, throwing 'em aside like they'd offended him, and in fact they did. Hiding her legs from view, those long legs that he found himself staring at in odd moments, Shane sometimes hated that she covered them up. But it didn't matter now, because right now he was between 'em, hard as a rock, breath ghosting over her inner thigh because he couldn't just close the space and be done with it. They didn't have much time, but hopefully, there'd be enough. Just enough time for him to glance up at her, see how swollen her lips had become from his rough play, those dark eyes of hers near desperate. Shane dragged his lips along the creamy flesh of her thigh, eyes fluttered closed.
For a moment, he forgot about everything that happened. He forgot about the fact that half the world had turned into brainless animals. He forgot the fear. He forgot the loathing, the guilt, for leaving his own brother dead in some hospital and then taking his wife for his own. There was only this moment, the two of them, the sound of his breathing and her moans and her taste on his tongue…