Page 58 of Shephard

He had a way with words. “I choose not to.”

Shephard hadn’t needed to say it. He hadn’t been required to tear down my walls and armor. They’d come down of their own accord.

As he tugged me so close I could feel his thudding heartbeat, I fought the last of my inhibitions around him. The truth was there were none. I wanted him like he craved me.

It was dangerous and precarious, but what did it matter?

So was life.

The kiss was perfect, the rush of hunger so powerful I was quivering all over. I’d never felt so exhilarated by a man before and it still threw me, but the joy in letting go was amazing.

He had a way of kissing that would make any woman swoon. The moment could be rough and insatiable just like the man himself.But it could also be tender enough to break through his personal wall of fortitude as well.

Tonight, it was as if I’d allowed him to be himself for a change. Maybe because I hadn’t fought back with what he’d said regarding his past. Maybe because he knew I had one of my own. Or maybe it was because our connection was so strong. There was no pushing back any longer.

I rolled my hands over his shoulders, the taste of whiskey and peppermint mixing with the touch of a thick forest and spices from his aftershave. Everything about him was intoxicating, including the way he dominated my tongue. I was lightheaded, but I wanted to remember and recognize every moment of this.

As I tangled my fingers in his hair, he bent me backward, somehow managing to slide glasses and plates across the table without breaking them. My heart raced as he brushed both his hands up and down my back, finally crunching the hem of my dress in his fingers. A flash of strange embarrassment hit me as I realized I was wearing nothing more underneath the light sweater dress than a bright red thong.

I’d never felt that way around him before, but this was entirely different. What we were sharing had shifted. I didn’t know what it meant and I couldn’t think about anything coherent. Except for enjoying the feel of his cock.

I tried to shift my hand between us, but he wasn’t yet ready to give up control. His rough side shifted to the forefront as he wrapped a finger around the thin elastic of my thong, snapping his wrist quickly.

Maybe the old girl would have been shocked by his actions, but the girl who now refused to follow rules loved it. Every second ofhis brusque behavior. I managed to break the kiss, immediately biting down on his lower lip. My imitation of his growl brought a strange howl from Pepper’s throat. Shephard’s eyes highlighted his desire and his delight.

He yanked my dress up to my hips, immediately sliding his hand between my thighs. When he cupped my mound, using the tip of a single finger to tease me, I returned the favor.

I managed to place my hand across the thick bulge, marveling in the way his shaft was throbbing in my hand. Which barely fit, of course. Breathless, I was crazed by the matching scents of our longing. I was already so wet. I knew my juice had slickened my inner thighs.

He seemed as excited as I was, his hunger knowing no bounds as he toyed with my clit, finally pinching it between his thumb and forefinger.

The pain was surreal, but the pleasure was greater. I squeezed his cock before doing my best to unfasten his belt. There was something quite powerful about a soft leather belt worn by a man. I rubbed my fingers across the smooth grain after unbuckling it, savoring the sensations. I also had a crazy thought about the man using it to spank me.

I’d never had these kinds of thoughts before.

Sinful.

Filthy.

But I wanted what I wanted and everything with him was new and delightful. Was that a word that could be used with dirty hot sex?

When I managed to finally unzip his jeans, I shifted my hips back and forth, finally able to slowly drop to the floor. I was surprised he didn’t stop me. As I peered up, I could tell by the way his chest was rising and falling that he was just as overwhelmed with need as I was. Perhaps even more so.

Once on my knees, I took my time jerking down the dense material. The food could wait for a little while. Besides, I hadn’t made an appetizer, had I? He was the perfect one, his long and thick cock making my mouth water. When I finally freed the beautiful monster, I licked my lips.

He laughed in his dark and husky way before fisting my hair. “You’re fucking beautiful.” It was the first real compliment he’d paid me and for some crazy reason, it sent a little thrill through me.

Every move was exaggerated as I ran my finger down the side of his shaft, teasing him as he’d done with me. I couldn’t help but glance at his heated expression, the lust that was threatening to destroy his last bit of patience. When I darted my tongue around his cockhead, I noticed his legs were shaking from tension or adrenaline.

I repeated my action and was pleasantly surprised when I was rewarded with a few beautiful, glistening drops of pre-cum. As I ran my tongue through them, his breathing became even more labored.

In my mind, I knew I couldn’t tease him but for so long or he’d never allow me to finish. I brushed my nail down the underside of his shaft, lightly flicking it across one testicle then the other. He issued another guttural sound, a clear indication that I should be very careful with what I was doing.

I offered a sweet smile before rolling his balls between my fingers. When I dared to squeeze, using more pressure than I normally would, he allowed me to hear his soulful animalistic roar that I’d already come to love. What was not to like about it? As I blew across his slit, he cocked his head and laughed.

“You’re a very naughty woman as well. I can tell I need to tame you.”

If he thought he could, the man was out of his mind. But I would enjoy watching him try. I slipped his cockhead into my mouth, using my strong jaw muscles to suck. It was a little bit like sucking on a Tootsie Roll Pop. The analogy was sinfully bad.