Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Leonard
The letters on the page blur. At this point, I’m not even pretending to read.
Shelby went for a shower forty minutes ago, and no matter how much I strain my ears, there’s no way to hear if she’s done or not.
Insisting on using what had been her bathroom had given her the space she needed to step away, and it’s killing me. Only the fact that she’s still in my house is keeping me rooted in bed, waiting impatiently.
Sighing, I eye the bedside clock again.
I’ll give her a few more minutes.
Movement outside my bedroom door snaps my head to the left. Warmth fills me. That’s my girl.
Shelby couldn’t enter the room more slowly, even if she tried. I have to roll my lips to stop myself from smiling.
When she turns to close the door, all humor vanishes, and my cock swells.
The white dress shirt, my shirt, that I left on the spare bed for her, hangs open, falling to mid-thigh.
Her movements are self-conscious, a shy blush blooming on her face. My eyes trace it as it spreads down her slim neck, hidden behind the cotton now clutched in her hands.
“Good girl.”
My words have an immediate effect. Her back straightens, and the death grip she has on the shirt loosens.
I pull back the covers.
Shelby stills beside me, next to the bed.
“I told you what I want.” My voice is husky with arousal.
Her tongue peeks out to wet her lips, ripping a groan from my chest. The desperate sound spurs my girl on.
The sides of the dress shirt fall apart, teasing me with what lies beneath. My roaming eyes go unnoticed as Shelby stares at my growing arousal. Straining and large, I ache for her.
“Come here, baby,” I urge her.
Taking my outstretched hand, Shelby climbs onto the bed, both of her knees balancing on the edge.
“Here,” I insist, tugging her closer.
Her throat bobs when she throws her leg over my hips to straddle me. Unable to wait any longer for the feel of her, I press her hips to mine. My large hands squeeze her waist.
I need to calm down. I’m not even inside her, and I’m ready to come. We may have had sex a dozen or so times in the past, but this may as well be the first time for her.
The first time she came to me.
The first time she’ll take charge.
The first time she’ll remember.
The shirt bunches under my palm. Fisting it, I pull the two sides apart, revealing her secrets beneath.
The wet heat against my cock intensifies.
Shelby might be shy, but she wants this as much as I do. She always does.
“Fuck me,” I groan.
“I . . . I don’t know what to do,” she whispers.
“You belong in this house, in this family, in this bed.”
Her chest rises and falls with rapid breaths. Excitement and fear pour out of her so thick that I can almost taste it.
Placing my palm between her breasts, I whisper, “I belong to you, just as you belong to me. No more pretending, no more hiding.”
My hand slides down the front of her body, the muscles of her tummy quiver beneath her skin. Both hands grip her hips, and I roughly pull her, rubbing her against where I want her the most.
Panted breaths fill the space between us.
My hands release her long enough to dive beneath the shirt. The cotton tickles my forearms as my hands smooth up her sides, revealing more of her as I travel up. “Come on, baby. Take me,” I urge.
With tentative hands, Shelby grasps my heavy cock. The heat of her slick opening is almost unbearable. Gritting my teeth, I concentrate on not coming.
Shelby cries out, pain and pleasure clear. She bucks, but I keep her seated, our hips flush.
“Fuck!” I hiss.
Panting, we stare at each other while her body relaxes.
“Ride me.”
All flushed cheeks and hooded eyes, Shelby is a sight I’d kill for. No man will ever witness her like this.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I tell her.
Using the grips I have on her ribs, I lift Shelby off my cock before pushing her back down.
“Urgh!” Shelby’s head tilts back.
I move her again.
“Leo!”
Hearing my name leave her lips in such a desperate plea has me on edge. Panting, she meets my gaze.
“Ride me,” I order again.
And that’s all it takes.
I watch her body move over mine, my eyes dropping to where her body grips me so greedily.
Over and over, Shelby bounces on my hips in small, hard strokes—unsteady and unpracticed movements.
The sound of our bodies joining mixes with pants and desperate cries. Her volume rises with her pleasure, and as it reaches its peak, I’m spellbound.
Crying out, Shelby seeks out my gaze. Mouth agape, she looks at me in panic.
“You’re almost there. Keep going.”
Despite my words, I move her body for her. My thumbs sit under her breasts, my fingers tight on her ribs as I pull her body up and down on my shaft.
Unable to resist, my hips meet hers on their way down. The slamming of our joining drowns out every other noise.
“Leo, Leo, Leo.”
If I thought Shelby crying out my name was erotic, the way she chants it as a plea for more is downright sinful.
And it pushes me over the edge, fraying any hold I had.
Grunting, I pump my hips up into her over and over, fast with no rhythm. Joining me, Shelby plants her hands on my chest, pushing her hips back and forth, riding my cock and her orgasm.
Her locket sways between us.
Finally, we come to a stop.
Wetness pools where we remain connected. What I wouldn’t give to get her pregnant.
A sniff sounds above me. My eyes snap up.
Crying, my girl is crying.
The heel of her hand digs into my sternum. “Why couldn’t you just tell me? I’ve been beating myself up all day thinking some mystery man broke in last night and how dangerous it could have been . . .”
Shelby blinks, causing a few tears to break free.
Guilt settles thick in my chest. I waited too long to tell her. Then something else settles with it.
Fear.
She can’t leave. I won’t allow it. Pain spears my chest at the thought of losing her.
Pushing my back off the headboard, I surge to my knees and drop her to the bed. Splayed out in front of me, Shelby looks up, bewildered.
“I told you, that conversation is over.”
Her face softens, but tears continue to escape.
“Don’t look at me like that. Like you don’t know me,” I answer her unspoken question.
I don’t say anything else. Fisting my wet cock, I eye the cum leaking out of her. Smirking, I shove my cock back inside her. My hiss and her groan sound out.
She needs a reason to stay . . . so I’ll give her one.