Shelby pushes me back on the bed with a strength I wasn’t prepared for. I fall backward, and she climbs over top of me, her thighs straddling my hips. Goddam, I can feel her heat. I can sense how wet she is. How tightly she’s pressed against me. She rubs herself along my hard cock, and I swear my eyes roll back in my head. Except then I can’t see what she’s doing, and I don’t intend to miss a fucking second.
I lift my head and watch her reach down between us, moving her panties to the side.Oh fuck me.She’s not clean-shaven, but what’s there is closely cropped. Fuck, I want to taste her.
I band my arm around her waist and roll her onto her back. She shrieks at the sudden change in position, her legs now wrapped around my back. I swat her hands away and grip her wrists above her head.
“Whoa there, Sweetness.”
She bucks like the broncs my brother rides. “Dallas, come on.”
I grin like the luckiest motherfucker in the county. Shelby’s whining. Begging for my dick. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything sexier. I don’t give her what she wants, of course. Not yet. I have territory to explore first.
Dipping my head, I place the first kiss on the top of her scar, just below her left breast. Shelby gasps, but I don’t stop there. Releasing her wrists, I trace kisses down the wholejagged length, painting her pain in my love and admiration. The circumstances of this scar make her who she is, and I’m a bit obsessed with this woman.
“Dallas,” she moans as I get to the bottom of the scar, just over her hip bone.
“What, honey?” I whisper back, looking up her body and between her beautiful breasts.
She drops her arms and slides her fingers into my hair. If I thought she’d say something sweet back, I’m proven dead wrong when she pulls so hard on the strands I see stars. Not the good kind. The kind that spell future hair transplants.
“Get your ass up here!” she growls.
It’s sexy as hell. Never thought I’d see my sweetness growl like that in bed. I trail a hand across her hips and then briefly downward, feathering caresses over the center of her body. She shivers in response. I suddenly hate this piece of lace that keeps me separated from her.
“So needy,” I tease, breath hitching when I sweep my thumb under the lace and feel how fucking wet she is. My teeth clack together. “Goddamn it.”
Shelby moans, her head tossing back into the mattress. “More, please, more.”
It feels like a dam breaking. All that nobility that prompted me to take things slow, to take my time. It’s fucking gone, replaced by a need so acute I can’t breathe past it. So, when Shelby sits up and grabs me by the arms to yank me back on top of her, I don’t resist. I can’t. It’s impossible. I have to have her. Now. Right fucking now.
I slam my mouth back down on hers, both of us fighting for superiority, neither of us willing to relent. I manage to reach between us and grab hold of the offending lace. I yank, and the sound of fabric ripping has Shelby gasping into my mouth. I taste her need, I feel the pounding of her heart. Her hands areeverywhere, nails surely leaving marks I’ll treasure tomorrow. I’m just as lost, feeling unsure of myself with a woman, probably for the first time since my first time. I don’t know what to touch next or how to quench this fire that has me out of my mind.
It’s madness.
It’s like the world has finally aligned into something that makes sense.
“Condom!” Shelby gasps. She yanks on my hair again to get me off of her, and I blink back to reality.
Sex, Shelby, condom. Yes, I can do this.
I push off of her, arms trembling so badly I can barely make the one pushup. I’ve never been knocked off my ass by a woman like this. I nearly crack my head on the nightstand, fumbling for a condom in the drawer, but I manage it, rolling it on like it’s an Olympic sport, and I’m being timed.
Shelby whimpers, and it’s so damn cute, I’m back to smiling again as I hurry back between her legs. I get one tantalizing view of her, pink and wet and ready for me. It’s enough to make me lose my brain again. She wraps her arms around my neck as I notch myself against her opening.
“Yes,” she hisses, eyes wild and lips parted.
I’ve lost all finesse and plunge inside of her heat in one hard stroke, taking her mouth at the same time. Every muscle in my body locks up at the feel of her gripping me so tight and hot and desperate. Now it’s me groaning, needing a moment to compose myself, but Shelby won’t quit. She’s rolling her hips and now grabbing my ass, her fingernails digging in, the sting only adding to my pleasure.
And then the whole world goes silent. I feel her panting, see her flushed skin, and I know those lips are forming my name, but I’m sensing all of it like I’m floating above. Which is pretty fucking annoying because I want to be right there in the moment.
Me and Shelby.
Shelby and me.
I still, mesmerized by this feeling. I’m high on Shelby. Blissed out. On top of the world. In a heaven right here on earth. I love this woman. Inside and out. Friend and lover. Past, present, and future. Clarity hits like a lightning bolt.
So does Shelby’s palm when she smacks the ever-loving hell out of my ass cheek. Now I’m back to earth, the skin smarting as I gape at her.
“Move, Gamble!” She bucks against my dead weight yet again. “Give me something to work with here or get out of the way and hand over my vibrator.”
