Chapter Twenty-One
Letty
I am on fire. Like actually and literally on fire. My skin is so hot that Shades’ flesh feels cool to the touch, and I’m eager to get closer to his bare skin. My hips are moving of their own accord right against the long, hard rod that’s hiding behind his zipper.
I want this.
I need this.
I shouldn’t.
It’s wrong on every level.
This madness is the kind of madness a girl like me only dreams about, but I know here and now that I’m going to succumb to the madness.
Succumb to Shades.
His mouth devours mine, and he’s not put off by the greedy way my hips roll against his, the sharp, shallow breaths into his mouth, the wanton noises coming from deep within me. If anything, he seems turned on by it all, and the effect that’s having on me is indescribable.
I need oxygen badly. I pull back and stare at Shades in disbelief. I feel like I’m on fire, like there are fireworks going off inside of me, while he’s just here, as cool as can be, aside from the…the…uhm…erection pressing between my thighs.
“Is this all right for you?”
He licks his lips a moment before they pull into a wide, amused grin.
“Sweetheart, if I get any more all right, I’m gonna nut in my pants. Neither of us wants that, do we?”
I smile at his crude words and feel my cheeks heat up. “Definitely not.”
“Good.” His hands land on my hips and grip me a little tighter as he thrusts up just a fraction.
My head falls back, and a low, greedy moan echoes in the room. The pleas of that one move is almost otherworldly. “Wow.”
“Look at me, Letty.” His voice is firm. Commanding. Insistent.
My eyes flutter open, and I lift my head until our eyes lock as if held there by magnets. “Yes?” That breathless sound is coming from me?
“If this becomes too much, just say no. Can you do that?”
I nod because I’m not sure I could ever say no to this man, especially when he’s touching me so gently, brushing his fingertips along the edges of my skin, thrusting his hips up to my most sensitive area. How can I say no to that? How can any woman turn away from such pleasure?
“Yes?” I say on a whisper.
He smiles and slides his big, rough hands up my thighs. “Letty, tell me you can do that.”
“I can try,” I tell him honestly. I have my morals and my ethics, the way I’ve chosen to live my life. But what does any of that mean in the face of white-hot passion? Of an intimacy so strong that my body vibrates with the need to get closer to this man. If I could, I’d crawl right into his soul and stay there forever.
“I’ll try,” I tell him.
“Good.” He stands with me in his arms, walking toward the door as if I weigh nothing, and I can’t deny that this show of masculinity is doing things to me. I feel like I just got out of the shower and forgot to dry off my lady parts. I am wet. And my heart races incredibly fast with my chest against his. But he feels so good. Why have I waited so long?
God the Father, forgive me for this.
My legs lock behind his back, and another long gasp escapes.
“You’re killin’ me, Letty,” he says, breathing into my neck.
I giggle at his words, at the very fact that I can affect a man so big and strong and as masculine as Shades.