Page 42 of Harboring Shantae

"Will you be joining me in this so-called bed?"

Damn her voice for sounding so seductive even while drunk. His cock stirred and pressed against the zipper of his pants, making it uncomfortable to walk.

"I think you need to sleep. We can discuss our sleeping arrangements when you're sober."

If she even remembered their conversation. He had no idea how much she and Trista drank, or what they drank. For all he knew, any minute she would start spewing. He really hoped it didn't come to that, but he wouldn't take any chances. Shantae would be getting her wish. He would be sharing a bed with her, just to make sure she didn't choke.

"That's no fun. I can think of much better ideas," Shantae teased.

Panther didn't answer her; he helped her into the house and up the stairs. Then he placed her gently on his bed and put some much-needed distance between them.

He shouldn't ask, but his curiosity got the better of him. He really wanted to know what was going through her head when she wasn't carefully controlling her emotions.

"Oh yeah? Like what kind of ideas?"

He was playing a dangerous game.

Shantae popped up off the bed faster than he would've thought her drunk ass could and charged him. Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, she was flying through the air and latching on to him. He had no choice but to catch her, cupping her ass. With her legs wrapped around his torso and her hands planted on his shoulders, she took his breath away with a kiss.

Not just any kiss, either. A soul-stealing kiss that had him wanting more.

Shantae tasted of wine and sin. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he would never be able to forget her taste for as long as he lived.

Their tongues dueled. Teeth clashed as they both tried to consume the other. He would happily allow her to lead him straight to hell if it meant he got to claim her like this every day.

But his gentleman side had him slowing things down. She was very drunk; he would never take advantage of the situation. It didn't matter that he knew, even sober, it was what she wanted. The first time they would be together would not be while Shantae was a sloppy mess.

Panther broke the kiss with a sigh and peeled her legs from around his waist. Once he was sure that she was steady on her feet, he took one large step back.

"We can't do this. Not when you've been drinking and your judgment is impaired."

Being chivalrous sucked. Especially when the sexy woman standing in front of him looked amazing with her freshly kissed, plumped lips.

"But Iwantit. I want you to fuck me like a daddy fucks his good girl when she behaves." Shantae pouted.

What the hell was he supposed to do with that? He was both turned on and concerned about what kind of kinks she had. He really wanted to ask her. With her drunk, it was a great time to get her confessions.

"And I would beall overthat. If you were sober," he clarified when she looked a little too excited.

She had the sexiest pout. It had him picturing what those lips would look like wrapped around his cock.

That pout was the only reason he justified the next thing he said to her.

"Don't pout, baby girl. I promise to take care of you soon. I'm going to claim you. I'm going to erase every man that came before me so that you know exactly who you belong to."

"Okay," she swooned.

Her breathy reply was almost his undoing. He needed to get her into bed and to sleep before he did something he couldn't take back.

"Time for bed, baby girl."

Panther went to his dresser and pulled out one of his shirts. Keeping his eyes averted, he helped her out of her clothes and into the shirt. The wine was hitting her hard and her eyelids drooped.

Guiding her to the bed, he quickly tucked her in. Shantae looked good with her dark hair fanning his pillow. He wanted her permanently in his bed. Starting tomorrow, he would be putting things in motion to make it happen.

In the meantime, he would make sure she didn't get sick. Even if it meant sleeping just feet away from her with a hard-on all night.

Chapter 20