Inside Out (13 page)

Olivia knew he’d been faithful to her during their marriage. Was he seeing someone else now, as she sat there, thinking of him? Or was this manic lust he had for Hunter something exclusive? She had to know in order to get back into his life on a permanent basis. There was no telling how long she’d be in Hunter’s body, and she wanted to win him over in any case.

Shane and Alfie were no fools. They knew all about Hunter’s activities. They certainly knew more about her than she did, although Alfie was stumped for evidence, otherwise he’d have already moved in on her. Instead, he’d sent Shane out to charm her and put the pieces together. Knowing her men like she did, it wouldn’t be long. That was why Shane was so hot for her. It wasn’t just chemistry, but also a hunt, she being the prey.

She searched for Hunter Orlando’s name in the online versions of
The Evening Standard, The South London Press,
and even
The News Shopper,
but nothing came up except for news related to the rich Orlando family dating back to a few years ago.

Olivia squinted up at the screen. Hunter’s parents had publicly begged her to come home, but apparently she had never answered their pleas. The news told of their death, leaving the entire estate to her. She was rich. Filthy rich. What the hell was she doing in a shithole like this, kidnapping people and scratching around for a living? Surely she could go back to her home and get herself out of this mess. What the hell kept her from doing it? Pride?

She keyed in Randy’s and Jimmy’s names, and a whole series of convictions appeared on the screen. Jimmy was a minor danger, petty thefts being the bulk of his convictions, but Randy had been in and out more times than she could count. Smuggling drugs. Weapons. Name it, he’d done it.

The doorbell jangled, and Olivia braced herself. You could never be too safe, with all the rubbish people around today. Before she could laugh at her own ridiculous thought—how could she judge?—Shane came in through the door. Olivia gasped. Not in surprise, but in desire. Even when he wasn’t with her, she could feel the warmth of his body between her thighs, feel his cock inside her. She shivered. She never said
cock
.

He stood, feet planted well apart, his eyes hooded, his intentions obvious. Olivia’s heart lurched, and her pulse began to race. She licked her lips.

Without a word he closed the distance between them and took her mouth. Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, the need becoming stronger and stronger, racing through her veins, tingling up her legs like a heat wave. Forget foreplay, which she had always needed in the past. Olivia wanted him inside her
now
.

She grabbed his wrists and pulled him toward the back of the shop where Hunter kept another small sofa. Without a word, Shane pinned her to the wall and knelt before her, placing her booted foot onto his thigh. As she watched, he undid the long zipper, licking her leg as he gradually exposed it, his eyes on her eyes.

He slipped the boot off, his face level with her soaking-wet crotch, and pushed her leather skirt up. With one last look up, Shane buried his face between her legs. She let out a cry and shivered as he pulled on her thong, ripping it away from her and sliding his tongue in between her folds, making sucking noises because she was already so, so wet. She gripped his black hair, but he didn’t complain. If anything, he licked harder, probed deeper, and her pelvis followed him, pushing out for him to eat her up.

At one point Shane had pulled her leg over his shoulder so she straddled it, and he continued to stimulate her, faster and harder until she came in his mouth, screaming and grabbing his shirt. He kneaded her behind, squeezing her as if he never wanted to move away from her again. Olivia finally shuddered and sank next to him, resting her head on the same shoulder she’d come against, and smelled her own scent.

She smiled at him and made to move but he stopped her. “Where do you think you’re going?” he demanded as he unzipped his own trousers. She grinned, feeling bolder and bolder by the minute.

“Lie face down for me, sweetie,” he whispered, more gentle now, and she obeyed as his hands kneaded her bottom, back to her wet folds, which he began to rub all over again.

“I’m going to make you come so many times you won’t know up from down,” he growled, and she lifted her bottom high in the air for him in smoldering anticipation.

This was it, the position she has always been so uncomfortable with. Only now, in Hunter’s body, it was a cinch. She lifted her bottom to him in anticipation, but he gasped.

She looked over her shoulder? “What’s wrong?”

“The tattoo on your butt. I never noticed—it’s the same as Olivia’s. You…?”

Olivia nodded, and turned to sit up with a sigh. This was not how she intended to tell him the whole story. “I do have a tattoo joint.”

Shane had zipped his trousers up again, his erection obviously tamed. Olivia felt for him. It must have been like seeing a ghost. He wasn’t ready. Nor was she ready to lose him.

“And when were you going to tell me my wife came to see you?” he demanded.

“I—she said she wanted to spice up her sex life a bit. She was afraid of losing you.”

She watched as Shane ran his hands through his hair, his eyes shut tight. Then he stood to his feet and turned to go.

“Shane, where are you going?”

He hesitated on the door, debating, unable to hide the hurt in his eyes. She knew him inside out, no matter how hard he tried to train his body to look relaxed. No matter what expression his face wore. He hurt, and badly.

Passion for Hunter fought against his love for Olivia. Love won; she could see it in his pained eyes as he grasped the door handle.

“I can’t do this now. I’ve got to go.”

Sitting in a daze, Olivia was barely aware of the doorbell jangle as he left her sprawled on the cheap sofa.

The reminder of his wife had shattered him, even if the man was not impartial to Hunter’s looks. But it had been more than a year, did she expect him to be celibate? Wouldn’t she want him to move on and not dwell in mourning?

Shane was a lustful, hungry beast. A passionate lover. It wasn’t in his nature to come with a soft sigh as she normally did. Olivia fervently prayed that Shane wanted to continue having sex with Hunter, because if he didn’t want anything to do with her anymore she was going to die—again.

Funny, I’m hoping my husband will sleep with another woman
. She sighed as she got up and hobbled to the bathroom sink, her legs rubbery. She rinsed her hands and stopped, still wearing one boot and her skirt hiked up her thighs, in front of the full-length mirror to admire herself as she often did lately. Then she spun on her heels to admire the tattoo on her butt. It
was
almost the same as her own, but not quite.

The tattoo on her butt reminded him of his wife. So he did have a conscience after all. Good. But that did nothing to stop the heat spreading through her belly. She still wanted him. Still needed to feel him inside her. Her body still throbbed, slick and moist with want.

Olivia closed her eyes, her skin tingling, her womb contracting as if Shane was inside her. She stripped naked, wanting to see what Shane saw. And it was gorgeous, even she had to admit. Hunter Orlando had the most amazing boobs Olivia had ever seen. High, full, and dark-tipped. She squeezed them, feeling a rush of longing for Shane’s fingers in place of her own and before she knew what she was doing she began to play with her nipples, tweaking them, watching her mouth fall open and her tongue wet her lips. It was like watching another woman, the feeling highly naughty.

Mischief shone in her eyes as she leaned back against the wall and hoisted her toned leg up on the sink, imagining she put on a show for Shane. Heaven forbid, she had never done
that
before, but this woman’s body gave Olivia the courage to continue and her hand glided down her abs to her thick black curls.

Olivia gasped at her own audacity, the spot between her legs still wet from Shane’s tongue and pulsating so badly she now
needed
her hand to be there. Olivia threw back her head and watched the mirror through semi-closed eyes as Hunter touched herself, her fingers rubbing her soft, pink flesh, first slowly, widening their range back and forth until they were sliding all the way up and down, quicker and deeper inside her.

With the other hand she continued to tweak her nipples as her pelvis responded to her own ministrations. Unable to help herself, she began to moan, and the wild, animal sound excited her even more.

She envisaged him on his knees on the bathroom floor before her, his mouth playing with her again as she continued to moan, her voice echoing in the stark bathroom. “Oh,
Shane…
” In a wild shudder she came, pistoning her back against the cold tiled walls as her orgasm racked through her.

Then she opened her eyes. And screamed.

Chapter Fifteen

“What are you
doing
here?” she whimpered, her face turning deep red, her breasts heaving from her orgasm. Christ, she was so fucking, devastatingly gorgeous. His throat dried out like a rock canyon that hadn’t seen rain in years—and his cock was as big and hard as something you’d find in Monument Valley. He could take her right here, against the bathroom wall, and continue what she had started on her own.

He grinned. “I came back to apologize. I’m glad I did.”

She buried her face in her hands. “Oh my God, Shane, you can’t—”

He took a step toward her, making a herculean effort to not pin her against the shower stall and fuck her through the wall. “You’re so goddamn exciting to watch,” he growled and took her trembling mouth, pulling her against him roughly and saw it in her eyes, felt in on her skin.

“Jesus, you’re still coming. That is so sexy. Just let yourself go, angel.”

When he thought his lust would shatter every muscle in his body, he hoisted her up against the wall, legs wide open to him, and resumed where she’d left off, enjoying her moist heat on his fingers. She helplessly whimpered.

“Don’t fight it, honey. You’re so goddamn gorgeous standing here with your legs open for me, bucking like when I’m inside you,” he whispered against her ear, now grinding his knuckles against her ridge, just the way she liked it.

She mewled at his words, and it excited him beyond belief. God, she was so beautiful, her mouth hanging open, her eyes clenched tight, her nipples dancing in front of him, beckoning his mouth.

“Naked,” she pleaded. “I want you inside me now…please, Shane.”

Her words caused him to lurch forward, and he knew that if he didn’t strip now he’d come in his trousers rather than inside her beautiful, beautiful pussy.

Hunter clutched at his trousers, pushing them away, past his hips. With one stroke he penetrated her, and she screamed with pleasure, grabbing his ass and pulling him closer.

As he continued to push in and out of her, he kissed her face, her eyelids, everywhere he could reach, and she began to gasp as her muscles tightened around him and he knew she would come again.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” he hissed with each thrust. “I want to see them when you come.”

Hunter’s eyelashes lifted, her hips accelerating, pistoning against his and when she came Shane let himself go, coming with loud, almost pained, cries, his entire system shutting down on every other sensation except the fire inside him. Jesus, he couldn’t live without this. Without her.

Chapter Sixteen

Olivia opened her eyes, dumbfounded as always when he made her come with such intensity. He caressed the top of her left breast with his thumb. “Henna as well?”

Olivia glanced down where she had a tattoo only a few minutes ago.

Shit. Why were they all disappearing? Not that she minded, but how was she going to justify it?

She shrugged. “Well, you know me and my forever-phobia.”

Shane’s eyes caressed her and his hand caught hers, bringing it to his mouth. As she watched in awe, he kissed her fingers—every single one of them, then finally looked up into her eyes.

“There’s something I want you to do for me, Hunter.”

Shit. Did he want a confession now? Did he want names of the gang members? What the hell did she know, still as clueless as day one. She swallowed at Shane’s intense gaze. “And what is that?”

“I want you to give me a tattoo.”

Relief flooded through her, and she smiled. “Another one? Isn’t the one you have enough?”

“I need to update myself.”

“Okay. So what kind of tattoo were you thinking?” she asked, wondering if she knew how to do one at all. She didn’t want to screw up his gorgeous body.

“Something bold, wild.”

Just like she had asked Hunter.

“And naughty. Like you,” he growled, closing the distance between them and whispering into her ear. “I want a piece of
you
on my skin.”

As she watched, Shane traced his thumb over her bottom lip and slightly opened her mouth, the tip of her tongue caressing his thumb.

“I want,” he whispered against her mouth as his hands cupped her breasts, “you to draw your eyes on me. I want to have them on my skin always…”

Olivia sucked in her breath, and he traced her jaw, down to her neck, hovering over the top of her breast. He was crazy if he thought she’d agree to tattoo her rival’s image onto his arm or anywhere else. Hunter had interfered with their marriage enough already.

“Uh, that’s not happening. Too complicated. How about something nautical? You’re a boat bloke, aren’t you?” She plunked a thick book onto Shane’s lap, the same Hunter had given her that day, but he didn’t bother to open it.

“I’m not getting an anchor like bloody Popeye,” he growled, and she laughed.

“No, what about a sailboat? That’s how we met, if you think about it, right?”

Olivia knew there was more. The sailboat was how he lost his wife as well. She bit her lip, leafing through the catalog and ignoring his request. “How about something else, then?”