Chapter 44

Shantelle’s POV

Moving as fast as a panther, he pushed his hand into my hair and tugged my face to his. Our lips crashed together. The kiss escalated so quickly that it weakened my knees, but he slipped his other arm around my waist and kept me steady against his chest.

He untangled his fingers from my hair, dragged a burning hot palm to cup my ass, and worked the flesh for a few moments. We were so damn close to each other, you couldn’t slip a sheet of paper between us, but it wasn’t enough.

Reading my mind, he lifted me and growled into my ear, “Wrap your legs around me.”

He wanted me just the same way I did. He was done being modest. He had come to terms with the fact that I wanted him, and I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

He walked us backward into the sideboard, and the poor thing creaked loudly as my butt landed on its edge. Something dropped, rolled loudly along a surface, and then shattered.

This was how sex was for us—it wa