rough and deep. She almost sobbed in relief at the fullness. Her body clenched around him, unused to being stretched and filled. He held still for a long moment until the tension eased from her. Then, he set to slowly driving in and out of her, his control absolute as he set a steady rhythm. Pressure gathered, tightening its coil inside of her. She curled her legs around his hips and arched up to meet him. This orgasm was even more intense, starting in slow, sweet pings of sensation that built and built until it crashed through her in almost violent waves. Only when she cried out, scoring his back with her nails did his control break. His hips pounded into hers before his entire body tightened and he arched back with a cry. He held still, his head hanging forward, his weight resting on his arms.
Their breath echoed in the room. He slowly eased down, resting to one side of her. She didn’t want him to withdraw, wanted to maintain the connection, every inch of him as close to her as possible. Her breath finally slowed. He stroked a hand through her tangled hair, his other hand resting on the curve of her belly. She didn’t know how much time passed when he spoke.
“It’s getting cold.” His voice was gruff and broke through her reverie.
She rolled her head to the side and met his eyes. They held a question. While their communication was remarkably good without words when they were skin to skin and caught in the heat between them, she wasn’t up for guessing just now.
“What?” she asked.
He was quiet for a moment before speaking. “I’m not sure if you want me to stay, or if I should make my way out.”
Though a corner of her mind warned against it, she didn’t care to listen to the voice of ‘should’ anymore. It hadn’t done her much good up to this point in her life.
“Stay here. As it is, if you don’t start a fire, it will be freezing in there by morning. If you’re worried about Dane, I’ll just tell him there was no heat and you stayed in one of the bedrooms here. All of it will be true,” she offered, a giggle escaping.
It occurred to her she hadn’t laughed much at all recently and definitely hadn’t giggled. Hayden affected her in more ways than she could have imagined.
His mouth hooked in a smile. “No argument from me. I’ll need to go grab my bag though.”
Chapter 4
Hayden woke to the feel of Shana’s warm, soft body curled up against his. Her bed was ridiculously comfortable with a soft down quilt encompassing them in weightless warmth. It was early yet, the wispy light of dawn filtering through the sheer white curtains. When she shifted in her sleep, his body came to instantly, his cock hard in seconds. Shana had ruined him last night. Oh, he’d wanted her since the moment he’d laid eyes on her last winter in Montana. He’d chalked it up to nothing more than wanting a beautiful, sexy woman who had an aura of unattainability due to the circumstances of her life at the time, or what he’d thought them to be.
Now, in the cold light of morning with last night fresh in his mind, he was left to consider just what the hell he was going to do now. There was no way he could say no to her if she wanted him, but he didn’t know what she wanted. He recalled her brief, flat statement about what her marriage had actually been. Callen’s involvement with the smuggling network and the betrayal and lies he set in motion were nothing compared to what he’d done to Shana. Hayden wasn’t a fool. Though he had experience with a serious relationship, he’d never married. He knew from watching other friends go through the trials and tribulations of long-term relationships that what you saw on the outside most certainly didn’t reflect what lay between two people. To learn Shana had married Callen because she thought she should and he’d gone on to ignore her sliced through Hayden. Shana wasn’t a woman to ignore. For Shana to have had to face Callen’s betrayal against the shifters on