Swing and a Mishap (Summersweet Island 2)

An excited gasp flies out of my mouth followed quickly by a squeaky, “Oh my God, yay!” and I even channel Emily by clapping my hands together in cheer.

It’s a good thing I took in that initial gasp of air, because before I can blink, Shepherd has stalked across the room to me, his body slamming into mine along with his mouth, cutting off my air supply.CHAPTER 16Wren

“He just slammed it out of the park!”“Turn around.”

Shepherd’s voice is quiet and serious when he finally rips his mouth away from mine. Now I’m the one panting as I look up at him when he unwraps his arms from their tight hold around me to set his hands down on top of the freezer on either side of me. His hard body is caging me in, pressed up against my soft spots in all the right places from my thighs to my chest. Letting go of the tight grip I had on the front of his shirt when he kissed me, I drag my palms down over his chest as I drop them, hearing Shepherd take in a choked breath when I slowly turn around in his arms. Since he doesn’t back up or give me any room to move, my body rubs against his as I go, which means that bulge I saw from across the room is now thick and hard as it slides against my hip and the cheeks of my ass until I’m finally facing the freezer again. My hands flatten on top right next to Shepherd’s, my heart thumping loud and rapidly in my chest when I watch one of his hands leave its spot next to mine.

I hear myself purr like a kitten when I feel his big, warm hand slowly skim its way down my spine, adding just a little pressure as it goes until my hands slip forward a few inches on top of the freezer.

“Do you have any idea what it does to me to see my fucking name on your back?”

Shepherd doesn’t give me time to answer, and I wouldn’t be able to even if he did. I forget how to breathe and speak when he grinds his hips a little, that glorious, hard bulge pressing right between the cheeks of my ass through his shorts and my underwear, letting me know exactly what it does to him.

I’m wet and pulsing with so much need I almost want to scream. Shepherd’s hand leaves my spine and grips tightly to my hip as he leans forward, his front pressing into my back until my stomach is pushed into the front of the freezer, and his lips are hovering right by my ear. The feel of his warm breath against the shell makes me jerk my hips back against him, wanting more, needing more. Shepherd’s fingers dig into the side of my hip, and he mutters a few curses into my ear, and God does that make me even wetter, knowing I did something to drive him crazy.

The heat from his body and his smell surround me as he holds me trapped against the freezer. I can feel the rapid beat of his heart through his chest pressed against my back, and just remembering the words he said to me before he stalked across the room about how no one needs to see what he’s about to do to me make my entire body feel like it’s on pins and needles, and every hair on my arms and on the back of my neck stands on end with anticipation.

Shepherd’s lips attach to the side of my neck, and I shiver when I feel his tongue skate out and taste me, my knees almost giving out when his hand leaves my hip, sliding around the front of my body until his palm is pressed flat against my lower stomach and his fingertips have found their way just under the waistband of my hipsters.

“You need to tell me if this is too much, Wren,” Shepherd says in a raspy, whispered voice right by my ear again. His hips jerk forward just enough to remind me how much he wants me while his fingers dip just a little bit lower into my underwear. “You are a goddamn dream come true, and I want this to be good for you.”

“It’s already good,” I quickly reassure him, twisting my head around over my shoulder until his lips are hovering right over mine as I pant against them. “Please, Shepherd….”

I don’t even know what I’m begging for I’m such a mindless ball of need; I just know I need him to do something before I die. Everything is hot, and tight, and pulsing, and I need some relief. I barely have time to take another breath before Shepherd is answering my plea. He cuts off my pants of need with his mouth, his lips fusing to mine at the same time he finally drops his hand the rest of the way down into my hipsters.