Keep Me (Shelter Me #3) (23 page)

Her thumb starts to rub her clit in up and down and then circular motions, her fingers working her opening. There’s no damn way I can take my eyes off of her, she is the most treasured sight I have ever seen as she works herself into orgasm.

“Oh, Antonio, this right here is what you do to me. It’s what I have done to myself so many times whenever I thought of you.”

She screams as she comes, her fingers glistening with her juices as she pulls them out and then shoves them back in.

Cars start honking all around us and I curse as I right myself and start to drive.

“Do not put your clothes back on, Shelby. Leave them off because there is no way we are even going to make it inside your house before I have to bury myself inside of you.”

I drive, thankful that she punched in her address on the GPS for me to have just in case she was still on the phone. I am more thankful for the woman sitting next to me still stroking herself as my name falls from her lips one last time.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Shelby

What in the ever loving hell has gotten into me? My sister thinks I have lost my mind. Markus is going to flip, suggest I be locked away, preferably on a desert island all by myself. I think the only one in my corner is Adam. Even though I haven’t talked to him specifically about it, I know Erin did by the smirk on his face at the airport. I only hope Antonio agrees with me.

I sigh into the night and watch my guy who’s driving in this traffic like he owns this shit. I know better, though. I just put on one hell of a show for him. Not only is the evidence showing in his shorts with that lovely male perfection of a dick he has, but also on his face. He wants me. He loves me. And he’s in a damn hurry to have me.

My body clenches in anticipation just thinking about being with him. The way he feels when he thrusts inside me like a rocket getting ready to turn on its highest powered engine. I have a whole list of words to describe Antonio Schavone. Loving, loyal, funny, sweet. The list is endless. And here I thought he was a total pig the first time I met him. It’s crazy and funny at the same time how quickly we judge people. He is absolutely nothing like I thought he was. It may have only been a few short weeks since we have gotten together, but I don’t care. I love him.

I sit here naked from the waist down, watching him tap his fingers on the steering wheel, his thoughts trained on the road ahead until we pull down my street and into my drive where he cuts the engine. I reach for my skirt on the floor but snap back at his words.

“Leave it,” he commands.

“Ah. No. I am not walking up to my house naked. I have neighbors, you know.”

My firmness weakens the minute I glance at his darkened expression.

“I’ll carry you. Who gives a shit about your neighbors? Better yet...”

He says nothing else as he pulls the keys from the ignition, undoes his seatbelt, and climbs out of the car. I watch him swerve his way around to my side, swing open my door, lean in, and lift me out in a matter of seconds.

“What are you doing?” I murmur, because yes, I really do have nosy neighbors.

“Giving your neighbors a free show.”

He stomps up my front step and sets me down on my feet.

“You’re nuts!” I tell him as I turn around and reach up on my tip toes to grasp my key from its hiding place above the light post.

Suddenly I am grabbed from behind, arms encircling my waist as I’m placed gently up against my front door.

“Antonio what are you doing?”

My legs weaken when his thumbs trace over my nipples, they instantly harden as he pinches them.

“Were going to love-fuck right here. Firecracker.”

I’m not sure what I think about his statement. What I just did in the car was so unlike me. But to do this out in public?

Oh, shit. His hands slide up my arms and he brings them both up over my head, placing them palms down on the door.

“Shh. No talking. Just feel, feel each other, knowing we’re about to drive each other out of our fucking minds and we’re outside and neither one of us can talk. Feel my hands on you.”

He skates them down my arms, down my sides, across my bare hips and splays them wide on my stomach. My breathing becomes so erratic and my mind becomes so in tune with one of his hands as is my aching core.

“God, Shelby. You have absolutely no idea how hard I am for you right now. How hard it was to watch you touch yourself in the car and not touch you. But, baby, I am touching you now. Can you feel that?”

He plunges one finger inside of me and my instincts want to scream his name. I’m sweating. Biting my lower lip. Panting and throbbing to have his hands on me, anywhere.

“That’s me touching you.”

Nibbling on my ear, he dips his tongue inside, swirling. I’m like a limp noodle as my head lolls to the side and he slides his tongue down my neck.

“And this ass. It’s a damn shame it has to be covered up.”

His free hand strokes down the seam of my crack and back up again all the while his finger inside of me is swirling in languid circular motions. His thumb presses firmly on my clit.

“You want to scream, don’t you? Tell me how much you want me. But you won’t, will you? Someone might see us. Does that make you wet, Shelby? The idea that someone might see you being love-fucked up against your front door?”

“Yes,” I breathe out heavily, gasping for air.

“I want you to. I want them all to see me when I take your sweet pussy, when I tell you how much I love you, when I tell them all you’re mine.”

“Antonio?” I manage to get out.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Take me. Please.”

“Not yet, Shelby. I want you so wet for me that by time I’m inside of you, the only thing I hear are the sounds of how slick you are for me. Turn around,” he demands.

His fingers retreat and I remove my hands from the door. He spins me around to face him. It’s so dark out, the only lights are the street lights or those of the neighbors. I know his eyes are hooded, his desire for me as magnetic as mine is for his.

His hands go to the hem of my shirt and he lifts it, pulling it up and over my head. He drops it on the porch below us. He unclasps the front of my bra, freeing my breasts and bends, taking one peaked nipple into his mouth while kneading the delicate flesh of the other one. His teasing is driving me fucking crazy. I reach for his cock, long and thick in my hand and he moans deeply when I cup him through his shorts.

“Take this off,” I say, tugging on his shirt.

He lifts his head from my breast and whips his shirt over his head.

“And these, too.”

I release him and unsnap the button of his shorts. He pulls them down along with his briefs and they hit the porch floor with a thud. He kicks them out of the way and now we are both fully exposed. The straps of my bra fall off my shoulders; he slides them the rest of the way down and it cascades down along with the rest of our clothes.

“Spread your legs.”

My mind is screaming ‘yes, finally’. I need him inside me but then he drops down on his knees, his hands gliding up my legs, his lips kissing the inside of my thighs. My chest starts to heave. Even though I can barely see his face, I feel it when he looks up at me. I know he has that cocky ‘Antonio’ smirk on his face. I hear him inhale my scent. A low rumble escapes his mouth.

“I’m starving,” he says.

And then he is on me, his mouth kissing my bare flesh, his hands digging into my thighs. One slow lick up my center and I find myself shaking my head back and forth, my hair swinging in my face. One of his fingers presses onto my clit, his tongue delves inside of me and my legs begin to buckle, my resolve slowly fading away as my scream creeps up my throat.

“Oh, dear God!”

My hands go into his hair and I press my core into his face. He licks and sucks until my legs actually do buckle, I slide further down the door, stopping when his strength keeps me up with his hand moving to my hip, holding me in place. His tongue darts in and out of me, lapping up everything he can. My own juices slide down my legs. His mouth leaves me just when I’m ready to come, kissing the inside of my thighs.

“Fuck.”

I’m so damn addicted to him. He pulls me up with him and presses himself into me. The feeling of his hardness has me pressing back.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he says as he lifts me up and places me gently up against the door.

“I’m not holding back, and I don’t give a shit if we have an entire audience watching us. I’m taking you right here.”

“Do it,” I say, practically begging him.

And fuck me if he doesn’t. His cock is firmly pushed up against my entrance and when he thrusts into me I scream out, not caring if anyone hears me. It’s all new, everything with this man is new, wanted, savored. I tilt my forehead up against his, his strong hands holding me up by my ass as he pushes himself all the way in, pulls back out slightly and slams home again.

I have never felt such impeccable fullness in my life, and not just because he is inside me. My heart is full, my entire body is full. His movements become more powerful the more he drives himself into me. I need to feel him, as much of his masculine body as I can. I scrape my nails down his back, grabbing his ass and pulling him farther into me. I feel wild and carefree and so goddamn reckless.

“No matter if it’s soft and gentle or hard and fast, Shelby, always remember that when we come together like this, I am making love to you. Never ever will I fuck you. It’s love, Firecracker, always love.”

He tilts forward, kissing me deeply. I hungrily return his kisses and the need for release is so close, his words are lodged in my throat, and so are mine. I want to tell him how lucky I am that he loves me and I love him. I want to tell this man everything- my hopes, my dreams for the two of us. Instead I bottle it up to save for later and move in sync with him.

“I love the way that only you can make me feel, Shelby. The way you look at me like I’m the most important person, the way your body responds to just a simple touch from me. The way my mind is so filled with thoughts of you. The promise of a future with you. I never knew loving someone could feel like this. Thank you for loving me back.”

His penetrations have become slower now, my body peaking higher. Tears of joy escape my eyes. At this moment, I know without a shadow of a doubt that the decision I made this morning is right. I’m there, right there on the edge and when I fall and come it’s with me screaming his name at the same time he is screaming mine.

“Thank you,” I say politely to the pizza delivery guy, my arms crossed firmly across my chest.

I’m standing here an hour later with wet hair piled on top of my head after my shower, no bra, and an absolute nervous wreck.

“Ah. Can I have my pizza?” I ask.

“Oh. Sorry about that.”

He shoves the box in my direction and I snatch it out of his hands. The little shit won’t take his eyes off of my boobs. It’s all Antonio’s fault. I’m just about to scream at Antonio after slamming the door in the punk’s face when he sneaks up behind me, grabbing the box out of my hand.

“I’m fucking starving.”

He flips open the lid and grabs out a slice.

“I’m going to kick your ass,” I declare, putting my hands on my hips.

“What?” he says through a mouthful of pepperoni and cheese.

My foot starts tapping.

“You know why!”

“No. Really I don’t.”

His smirk gives himself away.

“You know for a lawyer you’re a terrible liar. Now where are they?” Moving in his direction.

“Where are what?” He tosses the box on the counter behind him, bats his eyelashes all innocent like.

“My bras, you butthole!”

“Did you just call me a butthole?”

He shoves the rest of his pizza in his mouth and shoots out his arm, seizing hold of my hand, and yanks me into his body. Damn, if I wasn’t supposed to be mad at him, I might allow myself to get turned on. He’s hard, like, everywhere hard.

“Didn’t I just tell you a little over an hour ago it was a shame to have this body covered up?” he asks, palming my breasts in his hands.

“No, that is not what you said. You said it’s a shame my
ass
had to be covered up.”

My damn traitorous body is rapidly caving. My nipples were already poking out of my tank top, now they’re yelling to be freed so I can feel the flesh of his fingers on them.

“True, but in my world, tits and ass go together. And your tits? I think I could look at them for days and fondle them every chance I can get. Bras and panties are overrated, and they get in my way.”

“You know you’re quite the master at manipulating me. One minute you’re sweet and gentle, the next you’re rough and demanding.”

I lean my head back onto his chest.

“And now she gets it!” he exclaims.

“And what is it I’m getting?” I ask, no longer mad, because now I’m so damn horny, I’m about ready to throw him down on this kitchen floor and ride him.

“What I said earlier. It doesn’t matter how we come together, it’s always love, and as for your bras, they're in my bag. I couldn’t resist. You had them thrown all over the place, so I just hid them. And as much as I would love to continue this conversation, I’m starving, because my master chef girlfriend hasn’t fed me and I want to know what the hell is going on with you being so secretive today.”

I swallow and close my eyes, nervous all over again. I love the banter between the two of us, the way we can be serious one minute and in the next joking and making each other laugh. But right now I am scared to tell him my idea. Will he think I’m some whack job by suggesting this? Only one way to find out and that is to just tell him how I truly feel. I’m better off knowing than not knowing, right?

I twist out of his hold and move around him, grabbing the box of pizza along with the two sodas I sat on the counter and saunter into my living room with him right behind me.

The minute we sit down on the couch, I am assaulted with his spicy scent. It’s crazy how I never really paid attention to the distinct smell of a man before I met Antonio. Or the way my body comes to life whenever he’s around me. My brain is always consumed with thoughts of him. The way he makes me feel so treasured and the way he looks at me like he thinks I’m perfect, in spite of all of my flaws, makes me love him even more. He sees me for me, and that is why I think what I’m about to tell him is the right choice for both of us.