Her eyes snapped open in surprise. She hadn‟t even noticed he‟d slid closer. His lips were firm and warm, soft and commanding. He clasped the sides of her head and brushed a hand down her neck. Strong fingers splayed against her throat, the pad of his thumb brushing against her erratic pulse.
Her pussy throbbed with each beat of her heart. She curled her hands around the back of his head, driving him nearer. Her nipples pebbled in response to the heat of his torso pressed to hers. Strong hands grasped her hips and plucked her from the ground, depositing her on his lap. Needing to feel him against every curve, she shifted and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. His denim-covered cock strained against her pussy, begging for skin-on- skin contact.
When he pulled back, his eyes were glazed. They were both breathing heavily.
“We shouldn‟t do this,” Shannon murmured as his lips whispered against the skin of her throat. Why the hell not? This is Dustin, the man with the perfect penis. It’s not like you haven’t slept with him before. But then, she didn‟t want to just sleep with him. Sanity reclaimed her and she leaned back.
Dustin tsked and captured her hand. “We should. Don‟t be afraid, Shay.”
Her traitorous body ignored her brain‟s command to stay still, and she floated back into the circle of his embrace.
“You are so beautiful,” he breathed, the hot air tickling the tender flesh of her collarbone. “I‟ve thought about you nonstop.”
Shannon‟s body hummed, every nerve ending tingling with awareness. Her clit twitched against the satin of her panties, and moisture dampened the material. Hunger roared to the surface. She threaded her fingers in his hair and guided him back to her mouth, needing his heat. At that moment, it didn‟t matter if they only had the weekend, she wanted him. With Dustin she felt whole, felt like she was home. She needed that right now. “Don‟t stop,” she breathed.
Dustin lifted her from his lap and slowly lowered her to the quilt. Excitement filled her. She wanted this, wanted him. Had dreamed of it since the day she left Bandera. Oh, God, was there anyone around to see them? Who cared!
Impatient hands tugged up her shirt to reveal her barely-there lace bra. He relented his torment on her mouth and trailed kisses down her neck and collarbone. With his teeth, he tugged aside the scrap of material and her breast popped out of its confines. Dustin swirled his warm, moist tongue over the pale pink bud. Shannon gasped and arched into his mouth, begging for more. He bit the tip gently and then traveled downward, his tongue leaving a wet trail along her torso. With deft fingers, he unfastened her jeans and pulled them over her legs and off. Her heart rate sped up in anticipation as his lips brushed her bare thighs, creating goose bumps
on her skin.
“Dustin,” she sighed, trying to pull him back up to cover her body with his. She didn‟t want him to stop kissing her, but she wanted all of him covering all of her. They‟d been apart too long.
Hot, moist breath ignited a fire deep in the pit of her stomach as Dustin lavished kisses down one leg and up the other. His wide shoulders eased her thighs apart. He sucked at the delicate skin of her inner thigh, and her legs parted, allowing him better access. His tongue swirled from her knee to her pussy, flicking over the satin-covered clit. She sucked in a breath through her teeth and arched toward his mouth. She‟d forgotten how quickly he could have her burning. Even at eighteen he‟d been a skilled lover—her first and most memorable. She wanted him to be her last.
His hard body nestled between her thighs, his face just inches from her hot, wet mound. She moaned and lifted her hips toward him, needing, aching.
Dustin ran a finger down the crotch of her panties. “So wet,” he murmured and touched his nose to her clit. “Mmm, like honey and musk. Your scent makes me hard, baby.” Dustin placed both hands on her hips and held her down. “Stay still,” he growled against her pelvis.
