Dangerous Times (10 page)

After hanging up, he’d grabbed Tamara and left the C&M offices. He needed time with her. Undisturbed, and preferably naked.

Walking up behind her, Shawn slid his arms around her, tugging her back against him.

She’d been quiet on the ride back to his place. Not that he could blame her. Her day had not exactly been smooth sailing. And they weren’t really getting any answers, only more questions. Not exactly what he needed for his own peace of mind. Dipping his head, he pressed his face to her neck, breathed her in and hugged her close. He seriously hated that she was hurting, and he couldn’t do a damned thing to make it better.

Tamara twisted in his arms, throwing her own around his neck and squeezed. “I’m right here, Shawn. I’m okay.”

She wasn’t, but he loved the fact she was trying to make it better, for him. Squeezing her close, he held her to him tightly. After a couple of minutes, he cupped her bottom and lifted her up. Her legs wound around his waist, just like he wanted.

Lifting his head, Shawn moved a hand to brush her hair back. Staring into her eyes, he stroked her cheek lightly. “If you don’t want this, Tamara, say so now.” He didn’t need to specify what he meant. They both knew, and he was positive they were both more than ready. He definitely was. He’d practically come in his jeans earlier and knew he wasn’t going to last long their first time back together.

In answer, Tamara tightened her legs and leaned back a little. Shifting his hold, he frowned until she yanked her shirt over her head, and then his jaw dropped. He nearly let her go, but thankfully, she had regained her hold on him.

‘
Cause otherwise that would have been fucking embarrassing.

“
I’m going to take that as the go ahead,” he said.

Laughing, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him one hell of a sultry look. “You’d damn well better.”

Fuck, yeah. Adjusting his hold, Shawn headed for the stairs. He had plans, lots of plans, and they didn’t involve his comfortable, yet too narrow, sofa.

The next test of his sanity was actually getting up the stairs and to his bedroom. The minx was nibbling on his neck, ear, and jaw. It was definitely challenging his ability to walk. “Tamara,” he growled when he stumbled, again.

“
Mm-hmm,” she purred.

Thankfully, he saw the bed. Making his way closer, he dropped her onto it. Or tried to. The woman was like a spider monkey and didn’t let go, but dragged him down with her. Grunting as they hit, he lifted his head to stare at her. “Tamara,” he growled.

“
Yes?” She smiled at him, looking way too innocent.

Pressing a kiss to her lips, he rubbed his cock against her. “I need to get naked and so do you.”. Dropping another kiss to her lips, he pushed up on his hands. “Now.”

Tamara rolled her eyes and let him go. “Fine,” she said, letting out a heavy and seriously overdone sigh. Then she rolled off the bed and ended up facing him with the bed between them.

He was about to ask what she was up to when she kicked her shoes off. Then her hands were on the snap of her jeans and his mouth dried up. Watching with intense and desperate focus, he followed her fingers as she undid the button and slowly lowered the zipper. Then she stopped.

Jerking his eyes up to her face, he found her standing with a bemused look on her face. “You do know that you need to get naked, right? That was the only reason I let you go, Shawn. So—” She waved a hand his direction. “Strip.”

Reaching up, he caught the back of his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it aside. Her hands stilled at her hips, right in the middle of pushing her jeans down.

“
Shouldn’t you be stripping?” he asked with a grin.

Undoing his jeans, Shawn kicked his boots toward a corner. Glancing at Tamara, he saw she’d pushed her jeans down and now stood in a pair of boy-shorts. They were lacy and matched her bra perfectly, both in a deep purple color that was amazing against the light color of her skin.

Licking his lips, he watched as she undid the bra and tossed it aside. Her nipples tightened instantly as her breasts came into view. When she hooked her fingers in her underwear he bent and got rid of his jeans. Straightening, he stepped back slightly.

She was right there in front of him on the edge of the bed.

Blinking, he lifted a brow and stepped forward. “You are beautiful.” Cupping her face, he kissed her. Pushing her back onto the bed, he let out a low moan as her skin slid against his. It had been too long, way too fucking long, since he’d last had her. Had her tight little body under his, her skin under his hands and his cock in her sweet little pussy.

Which reminded him, it had been too long since he’d tasted her.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he slid his tongue over her neck. Pausing, he sucked lightly on the soft skin and gave it just the smallest of bites. Her moan ratcheted up his need, but he pushed the need back down. He was a man on a mission, and damn it, he was going to complete the mission, no matter what.

Continuing down her chest, he stopped to pay some attention to her breasts. The dusky pink buds were sensitive, if he remembered correctly. Sliding his tongue over one, he chuckled when she gasped and clawed at his arms.

Sucking one tip into his mouth, he cupped the other breast in his hand and played the nipple between his fingers. She tasted good, so damned good. Catching her nipple between his teeth, he slowly pulled of, letting it scrape through his teeth until it broke free.

Quickly switching to her other breast, he devoured her, his hand moving to roll, pinch and pluck at the wet nipple. She was wild under him, twisting and turning, trying to get away and then tugging him in closer.

“
Shawn!” she yelled, her nails digging into his arms deeper.

Smiling, he flicked her nipple with his tongue before sucking hard once more. Then he was back on his path, aiming for the treasure between her legs and the rich cream he knew would be waiting.

Brushing kisses to her skin, he interspersed them with little nips and long licks. Anything to push her closer to the edge. She was close, it wouldn’t take much to send her over, not with how tightly wound she already was.

Pushing her legs apart, he brushed his lips over her bare mound. Perfectly smooth. His girl waxed. Damn, that was hot. Inhaling her scent, he had to clamp down on his own need again. She was so wet, he could see her juices all over her pussy and inner thighs.

With an eye on her face, he slid his tongue over the seam between her leg and her nether lips. The response he got was a little...painful. Her hands caught at his hair and held on tight, tugging on the strands enough that he actually flinched. His woman had one hell of a grip on her.

Reaching up, he squeezed one of her wrists gently. “Easy on the scalp, love. I’d like to have some of my hair left at the end of this.”

Her fingers instantly loosened. “Sorry.”

Catching her hand, he brought her fingers to his lips and pressed a kiss to each one. “Don’t worry about it. But please, try not to scalp the guy that’s about to go down on you, yeah?”

Shooting her a grin, he turned his mind back to his task. Spreading her labia wide, he put his mouth against her and licked. Shuddering from the intense flavor that was all her, he set to driving her completely and totally insane.

****

He was trying to drive her insane. That had to be it. Squirming against his torture, Tamara fought for air. Whimpering, she clutched at his hair again, one hand only this time, and fisted the sheets in her other.

The things the man could do with his tongue should fucking be illegal. Gasping, she arched her back up. Gods, it was too much, way too much.

Clawing at the blankets, she tried to get away from him, not that he let her. He had a firm hold on her ass, was using it to keep her off the bed so he could do whatever he wanted. Which he was most definitely doing.

When he wasn’t licking her, he was sucking on her clit. Over and over, never doing just one thing so she could come. No, he kept her guessing and had her body so far on the edge, she just knew she’d expire when she came.

Then it hit.

Throwing her head back, she screamed his name as she came, her entire body going taut as the orgasm tore through her. Shaking, Tamara went limp and gulped for air. But apparently, he wasn’t done with her. And her body was fully on board, even as her brain screamed that it couldn’t take any more. Hell, had she had the breath, she might have actually said that to him.

Moaning, she tugged him closer to her as he sucked on her clit. His fingers, oh God, his fingers were stroking her perfectly. Filling her up, but it wasn’t what she wanted and it wasn’t nearly enough.

“
Shawn,” she croaked. “God, Shawn, in me. Now.” Hopefully, she’d gotten her point across.

She must have because he shifted and moved over her. The crinkle of a condom package caught her attention and she got to watch as he rolled the thin rubber down his engorged cock. Licking her lips she knew that, at some point, she was going to get her hands on that gorgeous hunk of flesh and then she’d have him at her mercy.

That thought flew out of her head when he pressed his cock into her pussy. Clutching at his shoulders, she let out a moan. She loved the feel of him sliding so deep inside of her.

Opening eyes she hadn’t realized she’d closed, she stared into his.

What she saw there made the air stop in her chest.

Reaching up, she cupped his cheek. When he nuzzled her palm, she felt that last barrier drop and knew, just knew, she was a goner. He was hers, now and forever. No matter what happened, he was hers and she was his.

Sliding her fingers into his hair, Tamara pulled him closer. “Shawn.”

“
Yes, love?”

“
If you don’t start moving, I may have to hurt you.”

She nearly grinned at the flash of surprise that danced over his face. Then he smiled and it was forgotten. “For you,” he said, his smile only getting bigger. “Anything.”

Her reply fell to the wayside as his cock slid out and then plunged deep again. Arching her back, she shuddered. So good. So thick. So perfect.

Wrapping her legs around him, she held on for the ride as he made love to her. Slowly, with care and with so much love between them. He may not have said the words, and she definitely hadn’t, but she knew that they felt the same thing.

“
Oh, God, there,” she gasped, her eyes going wide. Gripping his shoulders tight, she tried to rock her hips to get him to move faster. But that wasn’t how he did things. Not Shawn. No, he was out to torture her, and slowly at that.

Feeling her toes curl, she dropped her hands to his ass and squeezed. “Quit holding back, Shawn. Fuck me, damn it,” she begged. She really wasn’t averse to begging, not in bed, anyway.

Thankfully, she got what she needed. Shawn grabbed her hands and pressed them over her head, holding them in one hand. His other reached between them to play with her clit.

“
Oh!” she gasped. Her toes were likely to be permanently curled at the rate he was going.

Then her world exploded. Screaming something, possibly coherent but likely not, she shattered under him. Bucking and thrashing, she tried to dislodge him and the insanity ensuing in her body.

Shawn just kept driving his cock into her pulsating pussy again and again.

Shaking her head, she tried, quite desperately, to convey there wasn’t a hope in hell of him getting another orgasm out of her. Boy, was she fucking wrong.

Yet another was wrung from her. This time, she couldn’t even scream. She had no breath to make even a sound. All she could do was stare in shock into his eyes as he came with her.

“
Mine,” he snarled through his teeth.

Then he collapsed over her, his sweaty body pressed to her sweaty body as they both sucked in great amounts of air.

His hand slid from her wrists, releasing her, but she couldn’t move. She likely couldn’t ever move again and, honestly, didn’t care. As long as he stayed right where he was, she was perfectly fine with it.

Smiling slightly, Tamara turned her head just enough to rest her cheek to his rough one. “Mine,” she whispered. Fair was fair after all. Sighing happily at his rough chuckle, she let sleep claim her and just let go, knowing he’d get them sorted out just fine all by himself.

Chapter Thirteen

Waking up, it took Shawn a moment to figure out why he had the sensation of being smothered. Smiling, he chuckled softly and moved Tamara’s arm off his face and down onto his pillow. She was still draped over him and likely hadn’t moved more than that arm all night.

Turning his head, he squinted at the clock. It was just after eight in the morning. Running through his schedule in his head, Shawn relaxed. He had zero need to get up and every reason in the world to stay right where he was. With a sleepy, warm, and sexy woman in his arms.

Lifting his hand, he picked up a chunk of her hair. Rubbing the soft strands between his fingers, he let out a breath. He was tempted to wake her up, but she needed the sleep. Not that his cock was listening. It was up and ready for action.

Stupid piece of anatomy.

Shifting slightly, trying to be as careful as possible not to wake her, he angled his hips and his hard cock away from her.