Page 91 of Shephard
“I’m not talking about hanging up that boxing bag and using it to take out your aggressions, although that’s probably good for you. I’m talking about fun. You know, outdoor fun? Have you ever had it?”
I made a plethora of noises around her from snorts to grunts. Right now, I was snorting like some pig in heat. “Highly overrated.”
“Uh-huh. Maybe I’ll make you come rafting with me. I’ll be gentle. Promise.” She continued kneading my shoulders, seconds later moving down my arms.
She managed to send a series of chills down my spine. No woman had ever done that before. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that one day.”
“Sure you will. You’ll find an excuse.” Her voice was breathless, but I knew it had nothing to do with limited exertion. “Just close your eyes and relax. You might think you’re the big man in charge, but sometimes it’s okay to have a woman’s intervention.”
Intervention. Is that what she was calling this?
She was also shoving away the inevitable. In truth, that was fine by me. At least we had tonight.
She didn’t stop nor did her fingers seem to get tired. Slowly, she was starting to help me relax.
“You’ve never had anyone care about you this way. Have you?” She whispered the question in my ear as she was forced to lean over to work on my forearms.
“I wasn’t interested before.”
“And now?” She dared brush both index fingers down the top of my hands, running the tip down my middle fingers. “Does this bother you? Being close? Letting go?”
Her question wasn’t one that needed to be answered with words. I turned my hands over, allowing her to slide her fingers down my lifeline. When I curled mine around hers, her breath skipped a beat. It didn’t take much to drag her into my lap, the swift move pushing the tee shirt up past her hips.
She giggled nervously and the desk lamp allowed me to see the blushing pink forming on both cheeks. While the color looked good on her, it was far too pastel for her strong personality or the filthy desire that I knew continued to tickle her fabulous mind. She didn’t allow the hint of embarrassment to stop her, slowly sliding her palms up my chest and over my shoulders.
Even the way she toyed with my shaggy hair was sexy.
“Very little bothers me,” I explained.
“Except assholes and monsters?”
“Always.” I rubbed my fingers down her arm, instantly creating goosebumps.
“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.” She leaned her head down beseechingly slowly until our lips were almost touching. Her eyelids were half closed, her long lashes able to skim across her shimmering cheeks.
She was sitting directly on my cock, my shaft throbbing to the point I could feel it in my pulse in my neck.
“I’m sure you will,” I breathed.
“Oh, I will. And my, what a big boy you are.”
She had no idea what kind of fire she was playing with. It could easily consume both of us. The little vixen continued toying with me, lightly brushing her lips back and forth across mine. When I tried to bite down on her lower lip, she pulled back.
“Such a naughty boy.”
“You think you know me, huh?” I didn’t recognize my voice any longer.
“Uh-huh. I know what makes you tick.” She proved her point by shifting back and forth across my lap.
“You are a very bad girl.”
“Yep. That’s the girl you met. And you’re a very cocky son of a bitch.”
“Maybe you do know me.”
“What if I can’t get enough?” she whispered, her voice a husky whisper.
I’d had enough, cupping the back of her head and crushing my lips around hers. She had the most luscious lips of any womanI’d ever kissed. Plus, the way she felt in my arms was everything I craved.