Her hands brushed Shane’s, and he let go of the cards and took hold.
And then somehow she was in his lap, and he was kissing her. Hadn’t meant to do that but…well. She couldn’t exactly be sorry about it, beacuse he tasted amazing, and his lips were so soft and his hands were so strong…
He leaned back, eyes half shut, and he was smiling. Shane didnt smile all that much, and it always left her breathless and tingling. There was a secrecy about it like he only ever smiled at her, and it just felt… perfect.”Claire, you’re being careful right?” He smoothed hair back from her face. “Seriously. You’d tell me if you got into trouble?”
“No trouble,” She lied, thinking about Monica’s not-so veiled threats, and that glimpse of Shane’s dad seated across from Oliver in the coffee shop.”No trouble at all”
“Good” He kissed her again, then moved down her jawline to her neck , and, wow neck nibbles took her breath away. She closed her eyes and buried her fingers in his warm hair, trying to tell him through every touch how much she liked this, like him, loved…
Her eyes came open, Fast
She didn not just think about that
And then, maddeningly , he let go and leaned back , lips damp. He licked them , watching her, and then gave her that slow crazy, sexy smile again
“Go to bed” he said ” Before I decide to come with you”
But YOU’RE a minor,” she pointed out. “At least for beer.”
Yeah, and by the way, how much does it suck that I’m an adult if I kill somebody, and I’m not if I want a beer? Rachel Caine, Glass Houses
(Source: bookphilia)


