Keep Me (Shelter Me #3) (12 page)

“Oh, no you don’t, Firecracker. No way in hell you are going to mention a wet dream and think I am going to forget about it.”

He lifts me up under my arms like I weigh nothing, taking a few large strides to the kitchen table where he plops my ass down on top of it. I shift my legs to his liking and he skims his hands around my neck and settles himself at the edge.

“Tell me,” he insists.

“Tell you what?” I ask hoarsely, that familiar lump forming in my throat again.

“Do you have wet dreams, Shelby?”

Freaking hell, this man is going to have me begging for him to touch me just hearing the word ‘wet’ come out of his mouth. Feeling a little defiant, I decide to toy with him a little.

“All the time,” I tell him.

I do, but they sure as hell aren’t about a kitchen. He’s been the star in all of my good dreams for a while now. Whenever I do have them, I wake up and have to finish myself off with either my vibrator or my hand.

“Tell me about these wet dreams,” he insists, his touch making me tremble as he runs his hands slowly down my back.

“You’re making it very hard for me to remember them right now.”

My breathing becomes erratic as he bends his head too slowly for my liking. He darts out his tongue and glides it in slow, sensual torture from my collarbone to right below my ear, where he nips the skin.

“Does this happen in your wet dream, Shelby?” he whispers softly.

I simply nod.

“How about this?” his seductive voice murmurs as he lays me down on the table, my legs dangling off the sides. When he lowers himself on top of me, I feel myself lose all control. My hunger for food disappears, replaced by a hunger for him.

“And this?” he says as his brings my bottom lip into his mouth.

“Yes.”

The pitch of my voice at my declaration makes it nearly unrecognizable. I feel the heat rippling off of his body, or is it mine? I don’t know. All I do know is that if he doesn’t put his mouth on mine like,
now
, I am going to burst.

Finally he swipes his tongue across my top lip and takes control of this kiss as he drowns himself in my mouth, pouring his sexual energy into me. I love the way this man kisses. Every time our lips meet, it feels like the first time. This kiss goes from a timid spark to a full-fledged blaze when our tongues collide and his hands begin to roam up and down my sides. I am on fucking fire.

We kiss like this for a very long time, neither one of us daring to come up for air. When I decisively break away at last, we are both panting and gasping for air. There is no going back for me now. Antonio is carrying me away with this addictive infatuation.

Up until this point, I believed my head telling me this is merely an intense sexual attraction, but my heart is screaming, ‘nothing else matters in this world except me’. It’s time my heart wins this war, and this time I am going to let it.

Chapter Thirteen

Antonio

I believe I would sacrifice anything to see the glowing smile on Shelby’s face as we sit across from each other on the couch, eating the turkey wraps and fresh fruit she fixed for lunch. Compromising is not something I do, especially in my profession. Unless it’s in the best nature of my client, then hell, no, I don’t budge, not even the slightest. Everyone knows it, too. Then again, there is an exception to almost everything, and mine is her.

Call me crazy for believing in lust or love at first sight... I don’t give a fuck. I could see myself falling for this woman. She has innocently lured me to her. The riveting thing about it is I’m not even scared of entering into a relationship with her. I care about her happiness, her ability to move past her demons. I’m hooked, and yet I really know so little about her.

I know she and Erin lost their parents at a young age and they were raised by their grandparents. I know she is stubborn as all hell, but so am I. When we first met, we clashed like mismatched colors incompatible when set next to each other, and now it’s as if we’re well-suited for each other.

“You all done?” she asks with her mouth full of food.

“With my food, yes. With you, no.”

She stabs the last strawberry out of the bowl in her hand.

“Really now? And what do you plan on doing with me?”

Her defiant little chin juts out. Christ almighty, so do her tits when she places her free hand on her hips. I am royally fucking wrecked, that’s what I am. If I don’t get a damn taste of any part of her sinful as hell body I’m going to sexually combust. My eyes stay glued to her breasts until I hear her clear her throat.

“You pig. You’re staring at my boobs.”

I shrug.

“You caught me, Firecracker. What can I say? I’m a man and you, my lady, have one hell of a rack. Besides, you damn near shoved them in my face.”

I lay back against the couch and clasp my hands behind my neck, stretching my legs out in front of me.

I grin. She frowns.

“I did not.”

“Yes, you did.”

“You’re an animal.”

“And you’re beautiful.”

“You’re smug as hell, do you know that?” she retorts.

“And you’re gorgeous.”

“And you’re pissing me off.”

She bends down and picks up both of our plates with a huff, although I can tell she’s more amused than pissed. All I can do is laugh at our easy banter as I watch her perky ass sway all the way into my kitchen and out of my sight.

“Like I said. Totally fucking wrecked,” I mutter softly to myself.

She doesn’t notice me watching her from the entryway to the kitchen. She looks good in there as she hurries about opening and closing cupboard drawers until she finds what it is she is looking for. I have lost count of how many times I have had to adjust my dick in my pants these last few days. I definitely need a distraction, and I know just the thing to take my mind off of all the enticing things I want to do to Shelby’s body.

Her long, blonde hair is pulled back in a ponytail. Fuck, how I would love to grab it and yank her head back until she is staring into my face. I want to get lost in the softness of her graceful neck. She has absolutely no idea what she does to me on so many levels. I need her to want to be mine. I’m done stalling and playing this cat and mouse game with her.

Today I’m going to capture her, not so much sexually, but mentally. She needs me in every aspect of life as much as I need her. Shoving myself away from the wall, I approach her from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist. She jumps, the glass slipping from her hand with a little thump into the sink.

“Good lord. You scared me!”

She places her hands over the top of mine.

“Yeah, well, I couldn’t help myself. You look too damn sexy standing in my kitchen. Besides, my hands seem to have a mind of their own when it comes to you. All they want to do is touch you. My mouth, too.”

I swoop in to kiss her neck in the area I found earlier that seems to be a sweet erogenous spot on her. She lets out a small gasp the minute my mouth touches her.

“You like that?” I ask as I nip just a little harder.

She shivers and nods her head.

“You have no idea whatsoever the places I want to touch or the things I want to do to you, Shelby. Every part of you turns me the fuck on.”

I gyrate my hips into her backside so she can feel just how turned on I am.

“I- I want you to touch me.”

My eyes go wide and my ears perk up. Oh, fuck. Please tell me I heard her right.

“Where do you want me to touch you?”

She hesitates a moment before answering.

“Anywhere you want.”

Her breathing picks up and fuck, her ass pushes back into me as if to give me the green light to go ahead.

“Spread your legs,” I command.

Feeling her pulse quicken, I continue having my way with her by sucking and kissing her neck. I love the way her body is so responsive to mine. When she spreads her legs, my hands shift from her waist, grazing over the top button of her jeans. I’m silently pleading like hell she doesn’t stop me. I need her to know what she does to me, and the pleasure I desperately need to give her.

“Tell me I can touch you. I need to hear you say it.”

“God, yes. Touch me,” she pants, not one ounce of nervousness streaming from her raspy voice.

That’s all I needed to hear. I undo the button and gradually lower her zipper. My fingers glide over her lace panties while I press further into her ass.

“Have you ever been touched here, Shelby?”

Please, for the love of God, say no.

“No,” she says, barely audible, but it’s loud enough for me to hear.  

I’m sure this is the first time in my life the word ‘no’ means more to me than any other.

“Well, you’re about to be. Place your hands on the side of the sink and hold on tight, babe, because I am going to lose it if I don’t touch your sweet pussy now.”

Her hands go right to the sink as if she is just as eager for me to touch her as I am. My brain catches up to my actions, reminding me this is a first for her. My hand stills, splayed wide across her warmth as I whisper once more in her ear.

“Tell me if I am going too far, Shelby. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I push you into doing something you’re not ready for.”

“You’re not, Antonio. Nothing you do me isn’t something I have either dreamed about or wished for.”

She tips her head back onto my shoulder, making it easier for me to see exactly what I am going to do her. Jesus Christ, she is flawless. Every part of her. From the soft, creamy white skin on her toned stomach all the way down to the top of her black lace panties.

“I want to lick, kiss and touch every part of you, Shelby. Do you have any idea how good it feels to touch you?”

My hands roam the exposed skin along her stomach, inching lower to where I want them to be.

“Actually, I do. My skin feels like it’s on fire whenever you touch me.”

She may be a virgin, but fuck, she unquestionably knows precisely what to say to turn me inside out in a way that is so fucking alien to me.

My shaky hand presses firmly against her skin as I slide into her panties and I let out an unexpected groan when I feel her bare flesh.

“Fuck. You wax?” I say in a strangled voice, skating my hand across her smooth mound.

“Mmhmm.”

Edging my way closer, I feel the heat from her arousal brush against my fingers I begin to massage her outer walls. I revel in her wetness as I bring another finger to her clit, rubbing her wetness on the nub I so urgently want to suck into my mouth. Her soft whimpers and moans egg me on even more as my hips move against her ass in unison with my fingers.

If I had one wish right now, it would be to watch her face while she comes for me for the first time. I’m too transfixed watching my fingers over what I have wanted for months now to move them. Needing to feel the walls of her pussy around me, my middle finger traces the inside of her pink pussy all the way down. When I insert my finger inside her for the first time, I swear to God I feel as if I am about to blow in my jeans. Her moaning and heavy breathing only encourage me to sink my finger in farther.

“Oh, God! Antonio!”

Her hips start to move as she tries to get herself in sync with the movement of my finger as I start to pump it in and out of her unhurriedly. Fuck me all the way to bum fuck ecstasy land if she doesn’t feel like pure irresistible heaven on earth. My gentle strokes increase when I feel her silky walls start to encage my finger. She’s so tight and warm.

“God, you feel so good. Tell me you want this. Tell me you want us, Shelby.”

“I- I’ve wanted you since the very first time I saw you, Antonio,” she confesses hoarsely, shocking me nearly into a stupor.

I exhale deeply, never losing sight of my finger going in and coming out of her, coated from end to tip with her juices.

“Jesus, that feels so good,” she moans as she squirms and bends trying to get my finger as deep as she can.

My firecracker’s spark has lit and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life. And when she stills, I feel her spasm and tighten even more around me as a warm gush seeps onto my finger. I hold her up when her legs start to give out and her head shakes back and forth. My eyes lift from the view of her bare pussy to look into those stunning eyes, which are now glazed over with lust and heat. Her content and calm face blushes with a light pink hue.

“That was the most mind-blowing thing I have ever felt in my life,” she wheezes through her shattered breaths.

“You are so damn flawless,” I tell her. “The sight of you right now after you just came all over my hand is one I will keep stored in my head forever. Knowing I’m the only one who has touched you like this makes you perfect to me. No matter what else ever comes out of my mouth again, that right there is the honest truth.”

I know now without a shadow of a doubt I won’t be able to let Shelby go when the time comes for her to leave. There is so much more to her than meets the eye, so much more than a body I know was made just for me to please. She was brought into my life a reason, a reason I have yet to discover, and I’ll be damned if I won’t make her see we belong together.

Her lips are full and passionately hot, tempting and teasing me when they part for her to take a breath. I need them on mine. My mouth engulfs hers in a tongue sparring kiss. This is just the beginning of our path to bliss. As we kiss, my hands travel across the blazing skin on her stomach. Chills break loose from my touch  and her reaction has me losing my ever-loving mind.

My cock is straining against my jeans, yearning for her. He only goes down when we finally break apart. He’s stunned into shock more than I am as he sends a message to my brain telling me how pissed off he is.
Yeah, buddy. Join the club. I’m not pissed, and you aren’t either, so calm the fuck down
, I tell him.

Bearing in mind Shelby hates the cold and snow, my next words regarding my detailed plans for the day need to be convincing as hell. Now that I have had a taste of her, and how perfectly her body responds to my touch, I long to have her pressed close to me on the back of my snowmobile.

First things first, though. We gather up our bags to go and unpack.

“Where should I take these?” she says, suddenly shy.

“Last room on the left,” I instruct, pointing toward the direction of the master bedroom.

My cock again tells my brain we need to quit walking behind her and staring at her sexy as all hell ass before she thinks all I want her for is sex.

“I already know for sure you want to get into my panties, Antonio,” she says, dropping her bags onto the floor as we enter my bedroom.

“I was just in your panties, sweetheart. You must mean again,” I tease, my tongue flicking just the tip of her ear.

“You’re incorrigible,” she says wickedly.

“Your mind or your body must want me there. You’re the one who said it.”

I step around her, hefting my bag onto my king-size bed.

“What the hell, did you think I was going to sleep on the couch the whole time we’re here? Umm, think again, Firecracker. My ass is sleeping right next to you, even if all I do is hold you all night. Now let’s unpack, because I said earlier I wasn’t done with you and I have plans for us before it gets dark.”

Not giving her time to protest, I speak again.

“Besides, I think it’s more like you want in my pants.”

I look up from unzipping my bag, holding back the laughter at the shocked expression on her face.

“You’re hallucinating again,” she says.

This banter between the two of us is a fucking turn on like no other, but I need to shut her up and get moving if I want her to see the beauty of the trails before it gets too late. Storming over, I grab her two bags and toss them on the end of my bed next to mine, then spin around and pull her into me flush against my chest.