“You taste so good, Shadow. I could drink you down for days.” She presses her thighs together tightly.
I can see the lust in her dark eyes. My dick is already recovering, and I’m dying to get inside of her. I nudge her back onto the bed and pull her to the edge. “You safe, babe?”
“Yes.” She nods her head. “Are you?”
“Clean as a whistle.” I slip my cock between her moist lips, bumping her swollen clit with the head over and over.
“Oh, Shadow.”
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
I smirk and grip my base. Then I tease her, dipping into her entrance and pulling back. “You ready for me?”
“God, yes,” she whimpers.
I push in, and we both cry out. I force myself to slowly work my way inside of her. She’s tight, hot, and so very wet. I grit my teeth to keep from pounding into my newfound paradise. “You are mine now, little girl.” I push her hands over her head and link our fingers. She flexes her muscles, and I get lost in a haze of need and passion. The slap of our bodies, the mingling scents of our lovemaking, and the feel of her soft, warm body envelopes me. I’m gritting my teeth and forcing myself to hold out. Her muscles contract and I’m flying, filling her full of my seed. I release a guttural war cry.
This shit is mine, I claimed it and I’m never letting it go.
I collapse on top of her breathing heavily. When I get a second wind, I pull out and roll to her side.
> She’s beautiful and blissed out with her heavy-lidded eyes, mussed hair, and swollen lips.
“More beautiful than I ever imagined.” I reach out and trail my thumb over her lips, marveling at the events that just happened. I need to make sure she knows she’s more than the first fuck I’ve had for three years. I kiss her forehead and sit up. “Stay there, baby, I’m going to take care of you.” I slip out of my cut, lay it on the bed, yank my T-shirt over my head, and stand, pulling up my pants. I move to the bathroom and find out it’s cleaner than I can remember it ever being. The scent of lemon and the fresh towels shows a woman’s touch. The thought of her tending to my needs has my cock gearing for round three. I grab a washcloth, run it under warm water, and return to Blue. Sinking onto the bed, I wipe her down, leaving the majority of my essence inside of her, where it belongs.
“This wasn’t a one-time thing, Blue. It was the beginning.”
She opens her mouth to speak.
I shake my head. “Not tonight. Tonight is ours. Everything else will wait until tomorrow.”
Blue closes her mouth and nods, allowing me to undress her.
I pull back the sheets and follow behind her. Her body fits against mine like it was handmade for me. I wrap my arm around her and bury my nose in the nape of her neck, inhaling her fresh scent. I drift off, relishing the peace she brings.
Chapter Six
Time to Begin
Blue
I open my eyes and slowly become aware of the arm encircling my waist. Shit. I screwed up badly last night. There’s nothing I want to do more than bask in the feel of Shadow’s body pressing against mine. He smells of leather and something uniquely him. I close my eyes and inhale, holding onto the magical moment. I’ve dreamt of this for so long, part of me wonders if this is some sort of very realistic dream.
He grunts in his sleep, and his morning wood presses against my ass.
No, definitely not a dream.
I curse my moment of weakness. The last thing I needed to do was muck things up. He’s got enough to deal with coming back, adjusting, getting back into the swing of things with the club, and dealing with Bolton. Bolton! What did he think of me not coming home? My face burns with shame. I haven’t done the walk of shame ever, and I’m about to do it in front of everyone I’ve grown up with. My stomach rolls and I wiggle free of Shadow’s arms before slipping to the floor. I gather my clothing quickly, glancing at the sleeping man in the bed.
He looks happy. His face is relaxed in sleep, making him appear younger. To people who don’t know him, Shadow is imposing, large and deadly.
I’m not naïve about the men in my life. I know they’re dangerous, but only when provoked. He stirs, and I freeze. I need to put as much distance between us as possible. I have to get my head cleared before he comes home.
God, this never should’ve happened!
My hands shake as I pull on my jeans and shirt, forgoing the bra and panties I can’t find. I’m racking my brain on how I’m going to get home. Bolton took the car, and I sure as hell won’t be calling him. Ruthie. I thank God that my cell is still in my pocket and rush into the bathroom. I splash water on my face, rinsing off what’s left of my makeup, and tame my hair into a semblance of order. Taking a deep breath I hit the third speed dial.