“But—”
He pinched her hip. “Trust me. Stay.”
Sense flew out the window when he pulled aside the crotch of her panties and thrust one finger deep in her core. She moaned against the pressure, the pleasure building through her pussy, and fought against arching. Her spine tingled, and more little moans escaped. He blew lightly on the wet material, and she nearly came. The skillful, rhythmic stroking had her quickly spiraling toward a climax. Her body soared. God, he was good.
His tongue ever so slightly touched her engorged clit. Shannon practically shot off the blanket at the sensation of tongue and finger, stroking, caressing, teasing. He pressed hard with his tongue, drawing little circles around the swollen flesh.
She pushed herself up on her elbows and drew her knees back to give him further access. Tension curled tight in her belly, each slow, tantalizing lick sending her closer and closer to the edge.
Dustin sucked hard on her clit, and Shannon flung back her head and cried out. Her pussy clenched and tightened. “Oh, God, don‟t stop.” One hand squeezed his muscled shoulder while the other wound in his soft hair.
He moaned against her mound, the vibrations sending her over the brink of sanity. Her hips pumped against his mouth, riding wave after wave of the mind-blowing orgasm.
With a shattered scream, Shannon sat up in bed, panting, her legs spread wide. Sweat dripped down her back.
“Wow, must have been some dream,” Bridgette teased as she strolled out of the bathroom.
A dream? No, no way that could have been her imagination. Her eyes darted around the room. Sure enough, she was still fully dressed and in her own bed, and the picnic and Dustin had melted away into
dreamland when she woke. Disappointment and embarrassment stabbed her in the gut. And her body pulsed with the residual waves of orgasm. “Fuck.”
Again Bridgette giggled, heading out of the cabin. “Think you‟ve already done that.”
Shannon scowled. “Why are you in my cabin?”
Her cousin shrugged. “I wanted to borrow your perfume.” She spritzed the air with the flowery scent and walked through the mist. “By the way, the fire‟s starting and I think Dustin is waiting for you to come…er, he‟s waiting for you to show up.”
The door clicked closed behind her cousin, and Shannon flopped back against the pillows. The dream had been so real. He had been so real.
Was there any possibility he still wanted her? True, he‟d been flirty all day, but that didn‟t mean anything. His job was to be flirty with all the guests. Yet, instinct told her he wasn‟t treating her as just another guest. Despite the careless way he had dismissed her hopes and dreams, she felt safe with Dustin. And if her dream was any indication, she wanted him as much now as she had back then.
What would it hurt to find out if the dream could become reality?
****
“Just so you know—if you hadn‟t come, I was never going to speak to you again,” Shannon said, tossing her hair back as she popped a roasted marshmallow into her mouth.
Her friend, Charissa, settled on the bench next to her and smiled. “Sure you would have. But I‟m glad I saved myself the interrogation from you and Bridgette.”
“Yeah, that wouldn‟t have gone well.” Bridgette was definitely known for being the nosey cousin.
“I heard you saw Dillon earlier.” At least she wasn‟t the only one being tortured by a Dumen brother this weekend.
Charissa nodded. “Yep.” “And? How‟d it go?” “Fine.”
Shannon arched a brow and pursed her lips. “No fireworks?”
“Well, maybe some sparks,” her friend admitted with a grin.
“And? What are you going to do about that?” she asked, sliding another marshmallow onto her stick.
“I don‟t know. What are you going to do about Dustin?” she countered.
Shannon turned wide eyes on her. She thought she‟d learned better to not wear her emotions on her sleeve. “What?”
“Oh, please. Like all of us haven‟t noticed the smoldering looks passing between the two of you? He‟s watching you from over there right now,” she said, casting a glance across the bonfire where Dustin leaned against a tree trunk.
Her insides jangled with excitement. Grinning, she shrugged and got busy toasting her next treat. “What can I say? You know the history between us. Chemistry doesn‟t go away just because you want it to.” And man, right now, she wanted it to.
****
Dustin stood off to the side of the circle, watching Shannon pretend to have a good time. Even dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, with her hair pulled back in a pony tail, she was the most beautiful woman he‟d ever seen.
While everyone around her roasted marshmallows and drank beer, she stared into the flames with a pensive look on her face. What was going through that pretty head of hers? Regret over returning to Bandera, even if it was just for the weekend to settle Gran‟s estate?
He pushed away from the tree and strolled over to her. She didn‟t even flicker a glance in his
direction. Must be some heavy duty thoughts.
“Is this seat taken?” he asked and dropped to the bench beside her.
Her hazel eyes widened and her mouth made a perfect “O” as she met his gaze. “It‟s your bench,” she retorted, a spark coming back to her eyes.
“I saw smoke coming from your ears and figured you were thinking something to death.”
Her lips pursed and she fiddled with her fingers. Oh yeah, she was definitely over thinking something.
He bumped his knee against hers. “Fair warning, I‟m about to get sappy.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, God forbid.”
Dustin chuckled. He missed her sarcasm. “I know. But here goes. I‟m glad you came home, Shay.”
Shannon leaned against his shoulder briefly and then straightened. “Me, too.”
“So?”
Her eyebrow rose, and she cast a quick glance at him. “So what? Am I supposed to give a dissertation?”
“I know you well enough to know something is bothering you. We may not be dating anymore, but I‟m pretty sure I‟m still a good listener.”
“Knew,” she corrected. “You knew me. A person can change a lot in fourteen years, Dusty.”
How well he knew that. “Still.”
Shannon sighed, her shoulders rising and falling with the exhale. Her lower lip stuck out in a full pout, and his cock twitched. He wanted to kiss that mouth, to throw her down on the bench and fuck away her worries.
