Her eyelids fluttered closed. The last time she‟d heard those words had been right before she‟d driven off to New York. “What if we‟re making a mistake?”
He closed the gap, still holding her tight. To create a barrier, but more to keep her head on straight, she flattened her palms on his chest. Heat seared her skin. His heart thudded against her palm, each beat faster than the last.
“We‟ve been given a second chance, Shay.” He slid his lips over her temple and breathed over her sore eye. “I‟m not giving up this time.”
With slow precision, he skimmed his hands up her waist, barely brushing her breasts, and cupped her jaw. His words sent a thrill through her. God, she hoped he wasn‟t going to give up. Mesmerized by the green in his eyes, she watched as his lips descended and captured her mouth.
His lips were firm and warm, coaxing a reaction. He nibbled and nipped and traced her lower lip with his cinnamon-flavored tongue. Shannon moaned and sucked his tongue into her mouth. He gripped the backs of her thighs and lifted her legs around his waist where she locked her ankles together, holding her in place. His hard, hot cock teased her pussy through the rough denim. Her clit twitched.
I love you. Had she said the words out loud? What did it matter? She wasn‟t going to continue lying about her feelings. She loved Dustin Dumen, and she needed him in her life.
Wrenching her head away, she fumbled with the fasteners of his jeans. “I want you inside me…now.”
Fusing their mouths together, he helped her open his jeans and tugged his cock free. He fumbled in his pocket and produced a condom.
“You carry condoms all the time?”
He grinned and licked the corner of her mouth. “Figured I‟d be prepared tonight. I never know what to expect with you.”
His finger traced her sopping slit, and then trailed back to her ass. He rimmed the hole and eased a finger inside her. The tight muscles squeezed his digit, begging for more. Even though they‟d had anal sex, he‟d never fingered her ass before. It didn‟t matter what hole he touched, he left her burning and begging for more.
His thumb traced the material of the panties, skimming over her pussy lips. “Case in point, crotchless panties.”
She moaned and arched into him. “Put the damn thing on, now.”
He ripped open the foil packet, and in a quick motion, slipped the rubber on. Then, like a homing beacon, the head of his cock found her slick entrance. Impatient, she wriggled, trying to get him inside her.
He gave a wicked grin and pulled away, not allowing her the satisfaction of feeling him inside her. He shoved her T-shirt over her breasts and pulled the material of her bra down. Her breasts popped free, her nipples hard and long and begging for his touch. Dustin leaned down and sucked hard on one bud, circling it with his tongue, grazing with his teeth.
Her breath escaped in a hiss. “Dustin,” she begged, reaching between them to fist his hard shaft.
Pumping her hand over the steely length, she gyrated against him. Her body ached. “Are you going to make me beg?”
His eyes smoldered, and he nipped her lower lip. Keeping their gazes locked, he slid his callused hands under her skirt and up her thighs. Friction from the roughness of his palms against her smooth skin went straight to her pussy and her muscles clenched. Circling her hips, she tried again to bring him in.
He brushed her engorged nub with the pad of his thumb. She gasped and arched again.
“Hmm, sexy panties.” The tip of his thumb pressed against her wet slit and returned to her clit. “You‟re nice and ready for me, aren‟t you?”
“Dustin…” Her head dropped back on the sigh. “You are such a tease.”
He huffed, then in one motion, slid into her pussy and buried his cock to the hilt. “Is that what you want?”
She braced her hands on his shoulders and ground her hips into his pelvis, the coarse pubic hairs teasing her already sensitive clit. Her thigh muscles tightened, and she pumped back and forth. “I want all of you.”
His long fingers splayed over her ass cheeks, holding her in place. “Do you now?”
Shannon thrust her fingers into his thick hair and dragged his mouth to hers. Tightening her muscles, she squeezed him with every inch of her body. Her legs locked around his waist, her pussy muscles clenching his cock, not wanting to let him ever go. Thank God she‟d kept her nerve and hadn‟t run away again.
Braced against the door, they rocked together, Dustin thrusting harder and faster. The minty scent of toothpaste swirled around her head with each ragged breath he puffed out.
A familiar tingling built from the pit of her stomach to her clit. She panted. “God, Dustin, I‟m gonna come.”
He locked his hands on her hips and pumped faster, each thrust hitting her G-spot. Her stomach muscles tightened, her breath came out in quick, short gasps. The orgasm hit and she screamed his name. Dustin buried his face in her neck, and with a final thrust, he groaned against her skin, his own release complete.
Her heart thudded in her chest. Sex with Dustin was as explosive as it had been when they were younger. This time, it was sweeter for her knowing she didn‟t have to let him go ever again.
After a minute, he carried her, still buried inside her, to his bedroom and lay on his back on the bed.
Shannon straddled his hips and smiled down at him. “Do you think we‟re stuck together?”
He bounced his hips and wiggled his eyebrows. “One could only hope.”
She bent down and pressed a kiss to his lips, then slid off. He pulled off the condom and tossed it in the garbage can. He returned to the bed and tucked her in the curve of his body.
A rare feeling of contentment stole through her. He was so warm and solid against her. She felt safe. “Other than keeping an eye on Gran, what have you been doing all these years, Dustin?”
His chest rose and fell in a deep breath, his expression peaceful. His jeans hung open, his cock exposed, and she wanted to see the rest of him. She needed to touch the steely muscles of his chest. Her fingers toyed with the buttons of his shirt, slipping each one free.
He lay still, watching her as he let her have her way. “I stayed here with my family. Dad taught us the business, made us go to college, and we all came back.”
She trailed a finger over his hard pecs. “Did you work anywhere else? Date, get married?” Gran had been mysteriously tight-lipped about Dustin‟s personal life. Gran had known she never stopped loving Dustin, even if it took Shannon forever to admit it to herself.
He ran his fingers through her hair, lifting the strands and dropping them, repeating the motion. “I got my degree and worked in California for a few years, met a girl, broke up with her and came home.” Her chest tightened. Stupid as it might be, it hurt that he had found another woman. Though, she had dated, so why couldn‟t he? Did she expect he‟d just wait for her to change her mind and come back to Texas? Should he have put his entire life on hold
for her? Of course not.
She toyed with his fingers, interweaving and sliding them, flattening their palms together. “You could have come to New York.”
“And you could have come back to Texas to visit.”
She frowned. It surprised her that Gran hadn‟t told him about her visits. “I did. I just didn‟t come to the Double D. I didn‟t think you‟d want to see me.”
He sighed, still stroking her hair with gentle fingers. “It‟s probably for the best. You had your career, but right after college graduation, I was ready to settle down and have a family.”
“You don‟t think a woman can have a career and a family?” Of course, based on Carolyn‟s example of a mother, she understood his hesitation. But, that had been her childhood, not his. His mother raised four boys and ran a successful ranch. Sure, she‟d been working alongside her husband, but she still worked.
He lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “Sure, but I want my wife to be able to come home at night and not worry that I won‟t see her for weeks or months at a time because she‟s jet-setting to Paris for a fashion show.”