“You blush the same way too? When you look at other people.”
I’m only given a deeper hue of red as she sits in that seat, biting down on her lip. A lip I’d like to suck while my hand roams between her legs. I have to shift in my seat and I notice she squirms in hers too.
The crickets and nightlife are the only backdrop as I turn the keys in the ignition and let the silence take over.
“You don’t make me blush, Cade,” she lies and then stares out her window to correct herself. “Well... you make all the girls blush so it’s not the same.”
“I don’t notice it with other women. I don’t notice anything about them.”
“Now you’re just trying to prove a point and make me blush,” she accuses.
“Tell me you didn’t look at me different from the other guys?” Damn, it’s odd how much thinking that’s a possibility hurts. The pain vanishes the second Shar looks up at me with wide eyes.
“I feel like you always did,” I admit.
Her breathing is shallow and her lips slightly parted.
“Do you want to come in?” is all she says, her fingers digging into the leather of the seat beneath her, as if she has to cling to it to keep her seated there.
“And why do you want me to come in Shar?” I don’t know why I tease her, why I prolong the tension, other than that I need her to admit it too.
“Because I don’t want to be alone tonight?”
“You answered that like you were asking another question.”
Her gaze drops and insecurity flashes in her gorgeous eyes.
“Come on, Shar. Tell me the truth. Tell me all of this isn’t in my head and something I just made up.”
My heart rages against my chest and my pulse races, waiting for her to answer.
She shakes her head gently, swallowing first, and then admitting, “If you mean the fact that I’ve wanted you for years and that I’ve dreamt what could have happened that night a year ago… then no. It’s not in your head.”
“Then, yeah, I want to come in.”
SHARON
His lips were on me so fast, his hands on my waist, pinning me against his truck. The only reason my eyes aren’t closed as he devours me is because I need to see it, to know I’m sane, and that this all isn’t a dream.
Cade Jameson, the boy who stole my heart in high school and left with it for years is back a man, demanding the very thing I’ve wanted since I first laid eyes on him.
With his large hands at my hips, his lips drifting down my neck and the chill of the autumn night air leaving goosebumps along my exposed skin, I can barely breathe, let alone believe this is real.
It’s the site of my neighbor, Miss Clare Jane peeking through her blinds that snaps me out of the haze.
All hot and bothered, I’d feel shame if I wasn’t living out a fantasy I’d trade all my modesty for in a heartbeat.
“Cade, inside,” I whisper at the same time he rakes his teeth up my neck and smiles at the shell of my ear.
He whispers, “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed about doing just this.” His grip on me loosens and with a gentle hand in mine, helping me find my balance, he leaves a kiss just beneath my ear and adds, “But I was more of a brute than a gentleman in those dreams, Shar.”
Pulling back, he gives me a charming smirk, “I’ll mind my manners until we get through that front door of yours.”
Oh, my… not a single word can finish that sentence. None come to mind even.
All the heat that had gathered between my legs burns its way up my body as I somehow find the ability to walk at a seemingly normally pace to my front door.
I’m already on edge just from knowing he wants me. Just from that short moment he had me pinned.
His strong hand wraps around mine, his deft fingers slipping against mine and caressing in soothing circles as I open the door.
The chill behind me isn’t from the night air, it’s from his immediate absence as I walk in and turn in my foyer, the light from the porch shining a light on his hulking body as he stands in the doorway.
“I have to apologize,” he starts and with a quick intake, my heart betrays me, squeezing tight at the thought that he isn’t going to come in. But then he does. A single step and then another. Each one of his, is met by one by me, luring him deeper in the house, until my back is pressed against the wall and the front door closes with a resounding click.
“I swear next time I’ll lay you down right,” he whispers although his words scream in my head, the lust making the quite polite words sound dirty. It’s his hungry gaze that seems to tear my clothes off even though he’s not touching me. His careful steps as if I’m his prey when he’s aware I’m willingly already his.
“But tonight, I have to do this,” he finishes the thought that seems to take forever to complete all the while my body heats and the desire takes over.
He’s on me in an instant, my back arching from the intensity of his kiss. His lips press against mine as his hands roam down my body, lifting up my skirt and pushing my underwear aside.
My lips mold to his and I moan in his mouth as his thick fingers brush against my swollen nub and then drift lower, through my slick folds and to my heated core. He groans, his head falling back for a moment before he rests his forehead against mine. His lids are still closed and I stare up at him, my heart racing, needing more. My entire being depends on the words that are sure to fall from his lips.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he comments with reverence and before I can respond, I’m in his arms, my legs wrapped around his hips. With my back against the wall, he balances me there, his left hand pulling at the strap to my dress which falls carelessly, seemingly also affected by the unfair spell he’s always had over me.
If I could speak, I’d tell him that. I’d admit I’ve been ready for him for longer than he knows. I’d confess how much I want him, if only every nerve ending wasn’t lit along my skin, making his harsh touch filled with desperation ignite a craving both of us need to satisfy this very instant.
“Cade,” I cry out his name as he rakes his teeth down the curve of my neck and pulls my dress down lower, taking my bra strap with it until I’m exposed to him.
“I promise next time I’ll give you more attention,” his calm words, force the haze of want to subside for only a split second, just enough to hear the unzip of his jeans. Then I’m gone, gone far away and higher than I’ve ever been with my lips dropped into the perfect “o” as he fills me in a swift motion, his thick length stretching me.
With my heels dug into his ass, my body freezes, paralyzed by the sudden wave of pleasure that holds me hostage.
“I’ll give you time,” he groans against my neck, still buried deep inside of me. My thighs tremble around his hips, my core stretching to accommodate his size.
“This is how I pictured it,” he murmurs and I half wonder if he’s telling me, or confessing a sin. “This is exactly how I’ve wanted you,” his rough timber vibrates against my heated skin.
If I could speak, I’d admit the same, but he rocks just then, his pubic hair pressing against my clit and sending a moan to take over the words I dared to utter.