Chapter 3 #2
“Narcissist,” I corrected. “There’s a difference.”
“Whatever.” Shane crunched another bite of his popsicle.
He reminded me so much of the kids at school, so eager to enjoy something cold and sweet instead of savoring it slowly.
“I’m a felon, but you’ve been nothing but good to me.
You brought me into your house. You fed me.
” He took another bite of his popsicle and let it melt on his tongue.
“You’re a good woman. Kind. Compassionate.
You ask me that’s exactly what a mother should be. ”
I couldn’t explain it, but his compliments touched me so deeply. I blinked rapidly, refusing to cry or get emotional. He didn’t say anything else. He let me sit with my feelings as we quietly enjoyed our dessert.
“So—what were you and your book club doing at Margie’s?” he asked as I placed the popsicle molds and the reusable holders into the dishwasher.
My cheeks heated as I confessed, “We spent the summer reading biker romances. It was Becky’s turn to pick the location for our monthly social. She thought it would be fun to go to a real biker bar, kinda like the heroines in some of our favorite reads this summer.”
“Uh-huh.” His expression was a mix of mirth and concern. “And how did you expect that to turn out?”
“Well, to be brutally honest,” I shut the dishwasher door and wiped my hands on the dishtowel Jacie had embroidered for me, “exactly the way it did when you hit that man with a pool cue.”
He cringed. “That is not the first impression I wanted to make.”
“I don’t know. It was actually pretty hot,” I said without thinking. I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth, but when I looked up at him, he was smirking in a way that was, well, pretty hot.
“Part of the book fantasy?” he guessed.
“Maybe,” I replied cagily as he slowly walked toward me.
“What else happens in those books?”
The sexual tension between us had been simmering from the moment we spotted each other. It had been a low thrum in the background as we enjoyed an easy dinner, but now that thrum was pounding and building.
I had a choice here. I could play off the question, say something silly to ease the tension and lower the temperature, or I could open the door wider, invite him to get a little closer.
“Well, usually, the woman ends up having life changing sex that leads to some kind of kinky midlife awakening and then there’s a whirlwind romance,” I answered truthfully.
He grinned as he advanced on me, and my heart raced. “You looking to have your life changed, darlin’?”
“You offering?” I breathed in shakily, my body trembling with excitement and desire.
“Might be.”
My knees weakened at the sight of his confident swagger.
He closed the distance between us, and I gazed up at him, feeling both uncertain and needful.
We stared at each other for a long moment before he finally made a move.
He grasped my waist in one big hand, dragging me tight to his hard body, and slipped his other hand into my hair.
He tangled his fingers in my dark tresses and tipped my head back, lifting my mouth into the perfect position.
I whimpered as his lips touched mine. He didn’t rush things. He kissed me chastely, tenderly, and let me acclimate to this new intimacy. I gripped his leather vest in both hands, holding on for dear life as he started to move his lips against mine.
My head spun when his tongue flicked against the seam of my mouth, silently seeking entrance. There was no holding back the desperate sound that escaped my throat when his tongue tangled with mine. He tasted of watermelon, mint and lime, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
Jesus. This man can kiss.
I don’t know what I’d expected but it wasn’t this.
He was so unhurried, so focused on the pleasure.
I tried not to compare him to my ex, but it was impossible not to do it.
All those years I had practically begged Cade to slow down, to wait, to give me some real foreplay.
My own husband hadn’t known me well enough to understand my body, but this man I had known for less than two hours read my signals like a professional.
I didn’t fight when he pressed me toward the counter, slow walking me as our mouths mated in a heated lust. He bent slightly, his hands sliding down my body to the backs of my thighs. He clasped my legs and lifted me off the ground, proving his strength for the second time tonight.
When he deposited me on the cold granite slab, I shoved at his vest, trying to work it off his shoulders.
He let his arms drop so I could pull it away from his body.
Certain it was important to him, I carefully placed it on the counter next to us, not wanting it to fall on the floor.
He offered a soft smile at that and then his lips were on mine again, kissing me hungrily.
His greedy hands slipped under my shirt.
His callused fingertips moved over my skin, leaving a trail of fire that had me gasping against his open mouth.
I returned the favor, sneaking my hands under his tee.
I almost fainted at the sensation of his muscled, hairy torso.
Men built from years of hard, physical labor were my absolute weakness.
“Take these off,” he growled, jerking at the button fly of my jeans.
Torn out of the hazy lust of our make-out session, I hesitated. Not wanting to shatter the intense romance of the moment, I nevertheless admitted, “I don’t have any condoms.”
He grinned and kissed away my worry. “That’s not why I want you out of these pants.”
My brain misfired. Did he mean he wanted to...?
“I’m in a giving mood tonight,” he murmured against my lips while his deft fingers unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zipper.
Panic gripped me. “But I’m not—.”
“Not what?” He leaned back and studied my face. “Is it that time of the month?”
My face flamed. “No.”
“Then what’s the problem?” He kissed my cheek and trailed ticklish kisses down my jaw and neck that left me shivering. “You don’t like it?”
“No, I like it.” Loved it, actually. It had been another thing that my ex hadn’t enjoyed giving. He had treated oral sex like a chore. Well, when he was on the giving end, at least. He sure as hell expected I get on my knees for him multiple times a week or else he made my life miserable.
“Then what’s the problem, baby?”
God, if he kept calling me baby and sweetheart and darlin’, he was going to wreck me.
“I wasn’t planning on this.” I gasped as he nibbled at my throat and worked his hands under my shirt to unsnap my bra. “I’m not, you know, sex ready down there.”
He actually snorted against my throat. “I don’t care.”
“But—.”
“Shut up,” he urged with a playful smirk, “and let me eat your pussy, Melissa.”
I gulped. Well. Okay then.
Nodding shakily, I let him take off my shirt and bra. He quickly removed my boots and socks and then my jeans and panties followed. I was left completely naked on my kitchen counter, ready to be served up to him like a feast.
He grabbed his leather vest and folded it in half. He shoved it behind me, using it as a makeshift pillow before pressing me back onto it. Anxiety bubbled in the pit of my stomach. Under the unforgiving kitchen lights, he would be able to see all my imperfections.
But at the first feathery touch of his lips to my ankle, all my fears fled. This wasn’t a man who cared about cellulite or stretch marks. He had chosen me because he wanted me.
He kissed and nibbled his way up one leg and down the other. I shuddered with anticipation and grew more flustered with every second that passed without him touching me there. He seemed to enjoy teasing me, drawing out the desperation. I both hated and loved it.
His mouth caressed my left hip and then he licked a slow swipe along my waist to the right side.
He doubled back and licked a circle around my navel before kissing a meandering path toward my breasts.
I gasped when he sucked my right nipple between his lips.
My hands flew to his head, my manicured nails scratching at his scalp.
He groaned as I clawed at him and sucked harder, making my toes curl and my thighs ache.
He teethed playfully at my nipple before moving to the other side.
He cupped my abandoned breast in his big hand, drawing his thumb over the peak to keep me stimulated.
I kept hold of his short hair in one hand and let the other explore his neck and shoulders.
With every move he made, I could feel his honed muscles under my fingers. This was a man who worked hard.
And right now he’s working me.
I mewled like a kitten when his mouth returned to mine, capturing my lips with a kiss that had me seeing stars. I never would have expected this much passion from someone like this. Clearly, I had terrible judgment.
Shane nipped at my lower lip before finally making the trek down my body to the place where I wanted to feel his mouth the most. He gripped the backs of my thighs and pressed my knees toward my chest. My face flamed at the obscene positioning.
My pussy and ass were totally exposed, completely vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do.
He placed closed mouth kisses up and down my slit, just teasing and making me shiver. When he finally stabbed his tongue between my labia, I cried out and slapped my hands against at the countertop. He licked a stripe straight up to my clit and then suckled it gently.
His leisurely attack drove me crazy. His lips were so soft, like velvet over my throbbing and super-sensitive pearl. He licked and swirled, taking his time and enjoying the act. He made the wickedest sounds as he ate my pussy, showing me that he liked the way I tasted.
“God, you’re so good at this,” I moaned, my hand back in his hair. I tried not to push or pull, but it was so hard not to do it. He answered with a low growl, and I nearly came on the spot. The vibration of his voice around my clit pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
I came hard, my head tipped back as I cried out with pleasure. He didn’t move faster or slower. He kept that same unhurried pace, just licking and licking and licking to drag out my orgasm.
I was still clutching at his shoulders when he let go of the backs of my thighs, no longer forcing me open. I brought my feet up onto the counter, bracing my heels against it, fully expecting him to stop and maybe change his mind about being in a giving-only mood.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
He grasped my inner thighs, spreading me open again and snaked his tongue right down to my hole. He thrust into me, fucking me with it, and I screamed with shock and delight. It was so unexpected, but it felt so, so good.
I pushed up on my elbows, watching this dangerous, hard man explore my pussy. He proved to be a man of his word as he gave me pleasure. What had I done to deserve this? To be this lucky? To find this man in the last place I ever expected?
His tongue returned to my clit, lapping a little faster and with more pressure. He pressed one finger into me, burying it up to his scarred knuckle. A second finger followed, filling me. He curved them inside me, thrusting in time with his tongue.
I panted and shook, my whole body on fire as he wickedly worked me.
The chunky silver rings on his fingers glinted under the overhead lights, reminding me that I was with a wild, dangerous man.
A reformed criminal. A biker. A man so far removed from my quiet librarian life he might as well have been an alien.
“Shane!” I shouted his name as I climaxed for the second time. My pussy fluttered around his fingers, and he groaned against my clit, sucking and lashing me with his tongue until I was a soaking wet and quivering mess.
But he wasn’t done with me.
Not even close.
He tangled his fingers in my hair, dragging me upright. He now had three fingers of his other hand buried in my pussy, stretching me to the limit. He forced me to look at him, to stare into his lust-darkened eyes, as he began to thrust those fingers in and out of me.
I cried out in shock and pleasure. I’d never experienced this, never been finger banged so hard and fast. I held onto his shoulders, my nails biting into his cotton tee and the skin underneath. His fingers curved a little harder, pressing into a spot that made my whole body shudder.
Intense waves of rapturous joy overwhelmed me. The orgasm that he ripped from me was so powerful, so decadent. I gushed around his fingers, making a slick mess of his hand as I cried out his name again and again.
He crashed his mouth into mine, sharing my scent and taste as his tongue danced with mine. He swallowed my cries, silencing me as he forced me to ride out wave after wave of the climax.
Finally, he showed mercy. His fingers went still inside me but stayed fully sheathed. He kissed down my chin and along my jaw, following the line of my throat to the spot where my vein thumped rapidly. He pressed a tender kiss there, the sweetness of it making my eyes sting.
He loosened the fingers tangled in my hair but didn’t let go.
He slowly withdrew the fingers of his other hand from my pussy.
If I thought he couldn’t shock me again, I was sorely mistaken.
He slowly licked and sucked my essence from his fingers.
I inhaled shakily, just completely overwhelmed by this untamed man.
Staring into my eyes, he said roughly, “I’m coming back tomorrow to fix your library.” He let his hungry gaze roam my naked curves. “And then I’m getting another taste of this.”
Oh, I’m in trouble.