Chapter 14 #2
"I drive past it every day to my current jobsite. I can't remember the name."
"I'm sure I'll hear about it sooner or later. It's great that we finally have a bakery. We tend to only get ice-cream shops."
"The tourists love ice cream." He lifted his spoon with strawberry and whipped cream on it and lifted it to my mouth. I opened for him, savoring the sweetness. I wondered what Shep would taste like. Strawberries and cream? I wanted to push him down on the pillows, straddle him, and find out.
He lowered his spoon, his gaze fixated on my lips. "You have something here."
Before I could lift my hand, he used his thumb to brush off the whipped cream. To my surprise, he lifted his finger to his mouth and sucked it.
A shot of desire flew through my body. I wanted him to suck on my nipple. Would he pour whipped cream over my body and lick it off?
"Got it."
I let out a shaky breath. "I don't think you'll have any issues finding a woman who wants to date you."
His forehead creased. "What if I don't want to date just anyone?"
He'd already said he was interested in someone, but he'd never said who. "Do you want to tell me who it is so I can give you advice."
His shoulders lowered, and he smiled. "That would be helpful."
I tipped my head to the side. It must be someone I was friends with. I couldn't believe what I was getting myself into.
He set the plate aside and scooted closer, his hand moving to my jaw. It was an intimate move, one you did for someone you wanted to kiss.
My brain couldn't compute fast enough to keep up with this situation.
He dipped his head, his breath ghosting over my lips while my heart raced out of control. He was too close, and I wanted him to kiss me. He made me want more. The entire evening primed me for this, from the dancing to dinner and the gorgeous setting. I was helpless to resist.
His lips touched mine so softly, I thought I'd imagined it. He lifted his head, his brow raised as if he was asking for my permission.
"What are you doing?" I sounded out of breath.
He tipped his head as if it should be obvious, his thumb stroked my cheek. "I'm kissing you."
"But why? I thought you were going to tell me who you were interested in." Why did it sound like I'd just run a marathon?
His lips quirked, his eyes filled with awe. "You're the one I want."
Fireworks exploded in my head, and tingles ran through my body.
He tightened his grip on my jaw as he kissed me again. This time, my mouth opened for him, and his tongue slid alongside mine. I couldn't seem to get close enough to him. I gripped his broad shoulders, wanting more.
He gripped my hips, easily lifting me to straddle his lap. I moaned as I connected with his hard length. I looped my arms around his neck and ground over him.
His hands ran over my back, cupping my ass as he settled me fully over him.
I sighed as he pulled away. "As much as I want to take this further, we're in full view of the beach. Anyone going for a walk can see us."
I glanced behind us. The cozy oasis suddenly felt more open and exposed than it had when I first sat down. "What are you suggesting?"
He smoothed my hair. "My rooftop deck."
I nodded eagerly, moving to stand, and held my hand out to him. He placed his hand in mine.
"What about the leftovers?" I tugged on his hand, bringing him to an abrupt halt.
He dropped my hand and grabbed the cover, setting it over the platter. "Come on."
I grinned, placing my hand in his again. We hurried to the back door, laughing as we slid in the soft sand. Inside, he locked the door, and we ran toward the stairs, rushing up the steps to his room where he flung open the door to the attic space.
We didn't slow down until we were on the deck. He'd strung lights, and there was a blanket on the floor with pillows, similar to the set up he'd done outside. "Did you think we'd end up here tonight?"
His lips lifted into a smile. "I'd hoped."
He knelt on the nest of blankets and held his hand out to me. Instead of taking it, I straddled his lap, almost knocking him over. I held him close as I kissed him.
As nice as the set up was, I only cared about getting close to him.
Shep Kingston wanted me.
I was the woman he was interested in. I was the one who made him see that he should expect more out of life and his relationships.
It was too good to be true. I should pinch myself to make sure this wasn't a dream, but I was too caught up in it to stop. If this was a dream, I didn't want it to end.
The night air was warm, a breeze off the water lifting my hair and tickling my skin. I was hyperaware of every brush of my body against Shep's.
His hands touched me reverently as if he couldn't believe that I was here with him. Just when I thought I couldn't go on like this anymore, his hand played with the hem of my shirt, and he lifted it.
I broke away from him to help him lift it over my head, leaving me in a pink lace bra. "You're gorgeous." Then he pulled down the cups, exposing my nipples to the night air.
They were already hard as pebbles begging for his mouth. He gazed up at me as if he wasn't sure I was real.
When his mouth covered one nipple, I moaned, arching into him. I wanted more.
The pleasure zigzagged through my body, straight to my core where I needed him the most. I could have slowed things down, but I didn't want to.
It was the perfect moment, and I wasn't going to lose out on my chance to be with Shep. To love him like this.
He scraped his teeth against one nipple before moving to the second one. I glided over him, the ridge of his cock lining up with my core. But I didn't want anything between us. I moaned, shiftingoff his lap to unhook my bra.
Shep guided me to lay on my back. There must have been several layers of blankets underneath me because I didn't feel the hard planks of the deck. He eased my shorts over my hips and off, then took his time with my panties.
When I was bare to him, the air teased my skin, and I reached for him. He covered my body with his, kissing me as if he could draw this out forever.
I lifted his shirt while we kissed, easing it up, but then getting distracted by his warm skin. My hands moved over the hard ridges, enjoying the feel of every plane under my palm.
He was hard and warm. He felt virile and real.
I wanted him naked. I pushed him back slightly so that he broke off the kiss, and I eased the shirt over his head.
He lifted up, helping me with it. Then he slid off me, making quick work of his shorts.
He grabbed a condom from his pocket, throwing it on the blanket next to me.
"I want to savor you."
As much as I wanted to argue with him, I was helpless to stop him. My hand landed in his hair where my fingers played with the strands. He used his shoulders to urge my legs apart, and he parted my folds with his fingers.
I arched into his mouth when he sucked on my clit. It was too much all at once. My heart pounded, my blood surged.
I threw my head back, noticing the stars. The entire evening was surreal.