By the time the fourth week had passed, I had almost convinced myself that I was going to put Shane and that night behind me. I was in Antonio’s, grabbing some vegetable lasagna to take home for a late dinner. I heard his voice, and every nerve in my body ignited.
“Bristol,” he said, behind me.
I slowly swiveled, doing what I could to mentally brace myself as I turned. Still, the sight of his handsome face made my heart jerk in my chest. “Hello, Shane.”
His lips were curled into a ghost of a smile. “It’s good to see you again.”
“Yes. How are the renovations going?” I asked, feeling myself leaning back, away from him. A little quiver of need shot through me as my gaze focused on his mouth. That mouth had done wicked, decadent things to me. And I knew, if I was brave enough to ask, it could do a lot more wickeder things to me.
He stepped closer, allowing a customer standing behind him to get through the crowded space. Now he was standing close enough to touch. Close enough to smell his cologne, to feel his head. He extended an arm, placing a hand on the bar behind me. “I’m just getting things started, thanks. And how’s life without two mortgages?”
I inhaled deeply. “Wonderful.”
“Miss, there you are.” The bartender handed me a plastic bag, and I thanked her before turning back to Shane.
Holding the bag, I shifted my weight. Wow, was he close. I needed to leave. I could feel my willpower failing. What would happen if I asked him if I could go home with him right now? Would he take me back to that dark dungeon of his? Would he make me forget why it was such a bad idea? “Well, I guess I’d better get going.”
“Sure. Wouldn’t want your…?” He lifted a brow.
“Vegetarian lasagna,” I said.
“Vegetarian lasagna to get cold.”
“No, I wouldn’t.” I took a step away, two. I’d almost made it to the door before turning back. When I did, I discovered he was watching me. My face burned. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I didn’t know what to say. How could I explain everything to him? How?
That ghost of a smile warmed slightly. Then he turned away from me to talk to the bartender.
I left, scurrying outside, click-clacked across the dark parking lot. Just as I was remoting open my car’s door lock, I heard him again. He’d followed me outside.
I opened the door and dropped my dinner onto the driver’s seat. By the time I’d done that, he was behind me. I could sense his nearness with every nerve in my body. I turned, opened my mouth again to say something.
He cupped my cheeks and smashed his mouth down over mine.
Instantly my body ignited, and all the wanting I’d been trying to suppress surged to the surface, overwhelming my system like a tidal wave. Before I knew it, he had me pinned between his hard body and my car and his tongue was plunging into my mouth, filling it with his decadent flavor.
I was outside, where a passerby might see me, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was how it felt to have his hands on me again, his heat radiating over my skin. My insides were twisting and turning, muscles coiling into tight knots.
Hands cupped under my ass, he lifted me, and I locked my legs around his waist and arms around his neck, and held on. My skirt was up over my hips, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to let me go again, not now, not ever. No. I was his. He was mine. We’d figure everything else out later.
His hands left my butt, and I heard the ziiip of a zipper. Ohmygod, was he going to…?
He had my back pinned against the slightly angled face of the driver’s side window. We were standing between my car and a minivan. It was dark.
But still I knew, even with the haze of need enveloping me almost completely, that someone could catch us at any moment.
His fingers hooked the crotch of my panties. There was a sharp yank, and the sodden material gave way. Cool air caressed my heated flesh, making me shiver.
“You aren’t going to hide from me again,” he said as he plunged his thick cock into me.
“No, sir,” I promised, tipping my hips to meet his thrust. “Never again.”
He slid deep. Full at last. Oh God, it felt so good, so right. Even here. Yes, here.
“I’ll never hide again,” I promised. I meant it too, every word.
“You should be punished.” He withdrew, to the tip then rammed deep again.
“Yes.” A surge of carnal heat rushed through me. I was going to come already. I could feel it, tingles of a powerful climax buzzing and zapping through my body. “I’m sorry, sir. Punish me. Punish me hard.”
He did. He took me without mercy, pounding into my tight tissues with all his might. I surrendered to his possession and let myself be carried away by a powerful orgasm, screaming his name as the first spasm wracked my body. I trembled and quaked, gasping for breath as his torment continued. He showed me no mercy, pushing me over the edge again, making me come a second time before finally reaching his own climax. He slammed his mouth over mine as he jerked his cock out of me. His low growl of satisfaction vibrated in my mouth, my head, my throat. Trembling all over, I clung to him and fought to catch my breath. I’d never done anything like this. I’d never even dreamed of doing anything like this.