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took her fully in hismouth, while seeking her heat. Inch by inch, he pressed into her. Moist and tight, she fit him perfectly and he responded at the mostprimal level. His muscles bunched and his penis filled with blood,stretching toward her center.

Her moans turned into shortgasps for air. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he moved againsther.

“Don’t stop,”she whispered, arching her hips.

Stopping was the furthestthing from Shane’s mind. He needed her the same way she neededhim.

Growling, Shane slid hishands under her bottom, gripping her to him. She locked her legsbehind him and he shuddered at the delicious imprint of her bodyagainst his.

“Celeste?” Shaneclosed his eyes. With each stroke he was sinking deeper and deeperuntil he finally bottomed out. He tried to pace himself, go slow,but all he wanted to do was drive her into the mattress and wipe outthe memory of every single man before him.

In and out he moved, herhoney walls holding him tight. He began to sweat. Beads of moisturedotted his shoulders, ran down his spine. Goddam! He was burning up.Expelling a deep breath, he tried to remain focused.

First her pleasure and thenhis.

“So warm and tight,”he growled, the head of his cock bottoming out at her womb. Histesticles slapped her ass. She arched her hips forward again andagain, sliding over his erection. Sensations tore through him. Hesqueezed his eyes shut.

“Hold on tight.”His hands slid along her hips to grip her waist. She obeyed him. Herarms wrapped around his neck, pressing herself into him. Thecombination of sensations buffeted him. He increased his tempo,pumping his hips working her.

“ShaneShaneShaneShane,”shepanted over and over. She writhed beneath him.

She was close, so close hecould taste it, feel it.

They remained skin to skinas he looped her legs over his arms. In this position, she was socompletely open and exposed, she immediately spasmed around him, aclimax gripping her. She shuddered under him. She held him tight,her fingers digging into his shoulders.

While she crumbled, cryingout his name, he drank her in. Her body seemed to vibrate and evenglow in the aftermath. Sated, she never looked more beautiful. Theaffect was just as powerful as her sex sucking at his cock, and italmost toppled him.

Still, Shane kept going. Hedidn’t let up. In and out, moving quickly, he hurtled to thesame earth shattering finale. His gut clenched. His balls tightened.He kept going. He pulled out and pounded forward. Over and overagain, he drove deep and hard.

“Feel…so…damn…good,”he panted, her hot cream coating his cock with each thrust.

He gave a final, hard thrustand the dam broke. Shane never felt more powerful. Strength pulsedthrough his veins and he felt inordinately protective. He neverwanted her to leave his side. And he would do anything to make itso.

Even maintain the lie thatchafed at his conscience and threatened to undo everything.

CHAPTERTWENTY FIVE

Over the ensuing weeks thecity grew colder deeper into the throes of winter. Shane and Celestehad become, practically inseparable always seeking each other’scompany.

In turn, she’ddeveloped a running list of his likes and dislikes. Shane nevercomplained about her mindless chattering and his endless silencesdidn’t drive her mad.

The time they spent togetherhad become a whirlwind of activities. One could find them on thefloor of the Roseland ballroom, enjoying midweek matinees, riding theFerris wheel at Coney Island, eating hot dogs in Central Park orwatching the Giants play at the Polo Grounds.

They even had a standingdate for dinner every night with either Shane cooking dinner orMaggie automatically setting the table for two.

It was after supper oneevening Celeste decided to buy a Christmas tree. The holidays werealready in full swing with the big day less than two weeks away.

“What do you thinkabout this one?”

Huddled in his over coat,Shane didn’t look the least bit pleased. “It looks fineto me like the fifty other ones you’ve picked over.”

Celeste worried her bottomlip. Maybe shopping for a Christmas tree in twenty-eight degreeweather hadn’t been such a great idea. But now that she hadsomeone to share the holidays with, she found herself swept up in allthe traditions. “Found what you want, miss?”

“I’ll take thisone.” Celeste pointed to a cedar tree.

“Do you want thebottom cut?”

Can you bundle it on thetaxi for us?”

The lot attendant nodded ashe hoisted the tree over his shoulder. “How far are yougoing?”

“To the Navy Yards.”Celeste handed the attendant a five dollar bill.

“I’ll string itup nice and tight.” he said, shoving the money in his pocket.

As soon as the man walkedoff, Shane enveloped her in his arms. Celeste shivered. After allthis time, days and weeks in each other’s company, his touchstill gave her goose bumps.

“You’ve addedyour womanly touches and now a Christmas tree. Am I ever going toget rid of you?”

Despite his teasing tone,Celeste felt the sting of rejection. And she hated it. Would itonly be a matter of time before he completely lost interest in her?How long would it take for his eyes to wander in search of someonewith less of a past who was more biddable?

“I–I guessed Ioverreached.”

“Yep, it’s thelast straw.”

Growing prickly with anger,Celeste stepped away. She didn’t get very far because his armscaged her in.

“You sealed your fatewith that tree.” He kissed her temple and a spark ran down herspine and settled between her legs. “You’ve made theplace ours. Now you’ve made it harder for me to let you go.”

“Do you really meanthat?” Celeste bit her bottom lip. She sounded so darnvulnerable.

His arms tightened and anauseating silence stretched between them. Great. Now she’druined everything