Twenty minutes later, she pulled her beat up old Pontiac into the lot. The closed sign was on the door, but when she pulled it, it opened. The bell tinkled above it as she walked in.
“Up here.”
She looked up to see Shades at the top of the stairs, leaning forward, his hands on the metal railing. He was in a pair of jeans, shirtless and his hair was wet. She imagined he’d just got out of the shower. Walking across the garage floor toward the stairs, she noticed he didn’t move. As she walked up the stairs, their eyes connected. There was no smile on his face, and she sensed something was wrong. “Are you okay?”
He gave a slight nod, as he continued to watch her ascend the stairs to him. When she got to the top, he stepped back, and then suddenly she was pulled into a tight embrace.
“I missed you,” she murmured against his chest. He smelled like fresh soap, and her arms wrapped around his warm bare skin.
He didn’t say it back, but she felt him stroking her hair, fisting handfuls of it as he held her tight to him. The next moment she was up in the air as he bent and lifted her. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her to the bed.
She fell to her back on the mattress, and he came down on top of her. There was a sense of urgency in the way he tore at her clothes as if he couldn’t fuck her fast enough. The buttons of her blouse went flying as he sat back and tore it open. She shimmied it off her shoulders, just as urgent to be with him. A moment later, she slid across the bed as he yanked her jeans off with a jerk. And then he stood to drop his pants while she unhooked her bra.
“Panties are mine,” he declared as he kicked out of his pants. Her hands paused as she was about to push them down.
“Okay.”
He put a knee to the bed, and his hands slid up her thighs. His fingers curled in the lace at her hips, and he slid them slowly down her legs at complete odds with the urgency he’d shown up until then. She kicked her feet free and writhed on the bed, staring up at him. Her chest rose and fell as she watched him bend over and shove her panties into the pocket of his jeans.
Oh, my God, he was seriously keeping them. She let out a tinkling laugh. “You’re crazy.”
He stood there a moment by the foot of the bed, his eyes moving over her body, almost as if he were memorizing it.
“Shades?”
“Let me look at you. I want to remember this moment,” he replied quietly.
At the serious look on his face, her smile disappeared. And she took a moment to take him in, her eyes moving over his gorgeous masculine form. She knew she’d remember the way he looked in that moment for the rest of her life.
And then he moved, crawling slowly up her body to come down on top of her, all hot, hard male. She pulled his head down to her and he kissed her, all that urgency returning as his warm hands slid over her soft skin. He touched her everywhere. His mouth moved over her face, down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. He slid down her body, pressing hot wet open mouthed kisses all over her. Skylar had never felt so cherished. And then suddenly, he was surging up, leaning over her and stretching to dig a condom out of a drawer. He tore open the packet with his teeth and rolled it on, his eyes connecting with hers, and then he was positioning between her thighs and surging inside her in one slick urgent thrust that impaled her to the hilt.
She couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her as he settled against her, his warm body pinning her down. His eyes connected with hers and held them the entire time he rolled his hips and thrust in and out and in and out. He watched her every response, her every expression, his eyes skating over her face, taking in her brows drawn together, her parted lips, the pulse beating in her throat. He missed nothing.
She clutched at him, her legs wrapping tightly around him as she began to climb that peak. His head dipped suddenly, his mouth capturing hers, and then, because they had to break apart to breathe, he pressed his forehead to hers as he continued to surge into
her. All power and muscle and male dominance.
And she welcomed it, every aggressive thrust. She knew her thighs would be sore and bruised tomorrow, but she didn’t care. She opened, taking the pounding he was giving, answering his unrelenting dominance with a feminine submissiveness, giving back a gentle softness that rose up to meet his demanding need.
She panted as an intense surge swelled up, and she felt herself milking him with overwhelming contractions as a powerful orgasm washed over her in wave after wave. Her body’s response pushed him over the edge as he went solid above her, every muscle in his body flexing as he was rocked by his own powerful orgasm.
After a moment, his hard body sank down on top of her, and she relished in the feel of his heavy weight on her, pinning her down. It felt right. It felt good. Her hands stroked over his back as if she couldn’t get enough of him. As if she didn’t want him to ever move from where he was, planted deep inside her.
But finally, after nuzzling her neck and getting his breathing back down to a normal rate, he slowly pulled out of her and went to take care of the condom.
When he returned, he pulled her close against his side, enfolding her in his arms. They were quiet for a long moment. He stroked his fingers through her hair slowly over and over. And then he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, holding his lips there for a long time. When he finally pulled away, he said, “Sky, we need to talk.”
Her radar immediately went off. She lifted up to look at him. “About what?”
“About this. About us.”
“What about us?” Suddenly he was pulling his arm out from under her and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. She slid her hand up his back to squeeze his shoulder. “Shades?”
He pulled away, standing up and pulling his jeans back on. That wasn’t a good sign. He’d never pulled away from her after sex. Never. Unless he had a call out from the club.
“Shades, you’re freaking me out. What is it?”
“I don’t think this is gonna work.”