wanted to give her him. He felt his blood boil as he pulled his mouth from hers with a labored breath. She was
shaking almost violently. So was he.
“Come with me. I’ve got a place set up for us.”
Nodding, she let him lead her off the back porch and
through a thicket of trees to a spot hidden by low
overhanging branches, a place they had once considered theirs. It was dark, but she was able to make out the blanket that had been spread on the ground. As always, he had
thought ahead. He had planned her seduction well this
night.
“Where did you park your car?” she asked wondering how he had managed things.
“At the station. I walked from there, using the back way. And nobody saw me.”
She nodded. Evidently he had read her mind. From the
information she had gotten from Ms. Kate earlier today, the town was buzzing about AJ, wondering if Dare was actually too dim-witted to figure out her son was his.
She met his gaze, which was illuminated by the moonlight. “Thanks for the flowers. They’re beautiful. You didn’t have to send them.”
“I wanted to send them, Shelly.”
He drew in a deep breath, and she saw that his gaze was glued to her mouth just as hers was glued to his. She
couldn’t help but think of the way he tasted, the hunger and intense desire that was still blatant in his loins, making his erection even bigger. Their need for each other had never been this sharp, all-consuming.
“I want you, Shelly,” he whispered gently, pulling her down to the blanket with him.
She went willingly, without any resistance, letting him know that she wanted the intimacy of this night as much as he
did. She wanted to lose herself in him in the same way he wanted to lose himself in her. Totally. Completely.
She didn’t say a word as he gently pushed her robe from
her shoulders, and then pulled her nightgown over her head. Nor did she utter a sound when his fingers caressed her
breasts then tweaked her nipples before moving lower,
past her rib cage and her stomach until he reached the
area between her legs.
When he touched her there, dipped into her warmth, her
breathing quickened and strained and she almost cried out.
“You’re so wet,” his voice rumbled against her lips. “All I could think about over the last couple of days is devouring you, wanting the taste of you on my tongue.
Heat built within her body as he pushed her even more over the edge, making her whimper in pleasure. And when
pleasure erupted inside her with the force of a tidal wave, he was there to intensify it.
He kissed the scream of his name from her lips, again
taking control of her mouth. The kiss was sensual, the taste erotic and it fueled her fire even more. She had ten years to make up for, and somehow, she knew, he was well aware of that.
When her body ceased its trembling, he pulled back,
ending their kiss, and stood to remove his clothes. She looked up at him as he tossed his T-shirt aside. He
appeared cool and in control as he undressed in front of her, but she knew he was not. His gaze was on her, and she again she connected with it. It felt like a hot caress.
She watched as he eased down his jeans, and she
gasped. Her mouth became moist, her body got hungrier. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his erection sprang forth—full of life, eager to please and ready to go. The tip
seemed to point straight at her, and the only thing she could
think about was the gigantic orgasm she knew Dare would give her.
Anticipation surged within her when he kicked his jeans aside and stood before her completely naked. And her senses began overflowing with the scent of an aroused man.
An aroused man who was ready to mate with an aroused woman.
She then noticed the condom packet he held in his hand. It seemed he had planned her seduction down to the last
detail. She watched as he readied himself to keep her
safe. Inhaling deeply when the task was done, he lifted his head and met her gaze.
“This is where you tell me to stop, Shelly, and I will.”
She knew him, trusted him and realized that what he’d said was true. No matter how much he wanted her, he would
never force himself on her. But then, he need not worry
about her turning him down. Her body was on fire for him,
the area between her legs throbbed. He had given her relief earlier, but that hadn’t been enough. She wanted the same thing he wanted.
Deep penetration.
They had discovered a long time ago that they were two
intensely sexual human beings. Anytime he had wanted her, all he had to do was touch her and he would have her hot,
wet and pulsing within minutes. And anytime they mated,
neither had control other than to make sure she was
protected from pregnancy, except for that one time when
they hadn’t even had control for that.
When he dropped down to rejoin her on the blanket, she
drew in a deep breath and automatically wrapped her arms around him as he poised his body over hers. He leaned
down and placed a kiss on her lips.
“Thank you for my son.”
A groan gently left her throat when she felt the head of him pressed against her entrance. Hot and swollen. He nudged her legs apart a little wider with his knees as his gaze
continued to hold hers. “Ten years of missing you and not sharing this, Shelly.”
And then he entered her, slowly, methodically, trembling as his body continued to push into hers as he lifted her hips. He let out a deep guttural moan. In no time at all he was
planted within her to the hilt. The muscles of her body were clenching him. Milking him. Reclaiming him.
She held his gaze and when he smiled, so did she.
And then he began an easy rhythm. Slowly, painstakingly, he increased the pace. And with each deep thrust, he
reminded her of just how things used to be between them, and how things still were now.
Hungry. Intense. Overpowering.
His gaze became keen, concentrated and potently dark
each time he thrust forward, drove deeper into her, and she felt her body dissolve, dissipate then fuse into his. She felt the muscles of his shoulders bunch beneath her hands,
heard the masculine sound of his growl and knew he was fighting reaching sexual fulfillment, waiting for her, refusing to leave her behind. But he couldn’t hold back any longer, and, with one last, hard, deep thrust his body began
shaking as he reached the pinnacle of satisfaction.
His orgasm triggered hers, and when her mouth formed a chilling scream, he quickly covered it with his, denying her the chance to wake the entire neighborhood. But he
couldn’t stop her body from quivering uncontrollably. Nor could he stop her legs from wrapping around him, locking their bodies together, determined that they continue to
share this. She closed her eyes as a feeling of
unspeakable joy and gratification claimed her in the most provocative way, restitution, compensation for ten years of not having access to any of this.
And when the last of the shudders subsided and they both continued to shiver in the aftermath, he sank down, lowered his head to the curve of her neck, released a deep satisfied
sigh, and wondered what words he could say to let her know just how overwhelmed he felt.
He forced himself to lift up, to meet her gaze, and she
opened her eyes and looked at him. And at that moment, in that instant, he knew words weren’t needed. There was no way she couldn’t know how he felt.
And as he leaned down and kissed her, he knew that the rest of the night belonged to them.
“Mom? Mom? Are you all right?”
Shelly opened her eyes as she felt AJ nudge her awake.
Once again he had found her sleeping on the sofa. After
several more bouts of intense lovemaking, they had
redressed, then Dare had gathered her into his arms and carried her inside the house. Not wanting to risk taking her upstairs to her own bed and running into AJ, just in case he had awakened during the night to use the bathroom or
something, she had asked Dare to place her on the sofa.
Now she turned over to meet AJ’s gaze and felt the
soreness between her legs as she did so. She had used muscles last night that she hadn’t used in over ten years. “Yes, sweetheart, I’m fine.”
He lifted a brow. “You slept on the sofa again.”
She glanced at the book that was still where it had been the last time she had used it for an alibi. “I guess I fell asleep
reading again.” She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was Saturday which meant it wasn’t a school day so why was he up so early? “Isn’t this your day to sleep late?”
He smiled sheepishly, and that smile reminded her so
much of Dare that her breath almost caught. “Yeah, but the sheriff is giving us martial arts lessons today, remember?”
Yes, she remembered, then she wondered if after last night Dare would be in any physical shape to give the boys
anything today. But then he was a man, and men recovered from intense sessions of lovemaking a lot quicker than
most women. Besides, she doubted if he’d gone without
sex for ten years as she had. She forced the thought from her mind, not wanting to think about Dare making love to
other women.
She shifted her attention back to AJ. “You’re excited about taking lessons from Dare aren’t you?”
He shrugged. “Yes, I guess. I’ve always wanted to learn
some type of martial arts, but you never would let me take any classes. Morris said his father told him that the sheriff is an ace when it comes to that sort of stuff, and I’m hoping