Shana Mine (4 page)

He turned to look at me. “I love sex but I haven’t had it in several months.”

Lord he must be ripe for a night of raunchy fucking
.
“Why not?”

“I’m trying to set a good example for my sons so I no longer whore around like I used to do when they were younger.”

I blinked. “Jasmin never mentioned your sons.”

“She doesn’t know about them.”

“You dated for nearly a year.”

“Actually, we saw each other a few times
over seven or eight
months
. She beat me to the punch and
dumped me before I could dump her.”

“And you never mentioned them to her in all that time? Not even when you gave her the bracelet?”

“Neither of us were feeling any pains when I bought it and she accepted it. I think the purchase of the bracelet is what made us wake up and realize it was time to put the brakes on our relationship. I don’t want to sound as if
I’m
trying to diss her in any way, but we didn’t spend much time getting to know each other. We had a strictly physical relationship.”

Recalling how much time Jasmin had spent singing the praises of his cock, I had little reason to doubt his word.

He glanced at his watch. “It’s getting late. I’ll take you back to your hotel.”

We made the drive back in silence. I don’t know what he was thinking,
but
my thoughts were on wicked hot sex. My first inclination that I’d be sleeping alone came when he refused valet parking and stopped the car in one of the few pick-up spots in front of the hotel.

He walked me into the lobby and pushed the call button.

When the elevator arrived, he rode up to my suite with me. “I’ll see you tomorrow for brunch—at what time?” he asked, standing just outside the door.

“You’re assuming a lot,” I said, annoyed that he had no inten
t
ions of spending the night with me.

“What time?” he asked again, smiling.

Damn him and that smile of his that made doing anything but what he wanted difficult. “Eleven o’clock.”

He took my hand in his and kissed my palm. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning at eleven.”

I bit back the urge to ask him to spend the night with me. The last thing I wanted was to have him view me as a desperate, man-hungry cougar—even though that’s what I felt like. “Good night.”

“Sweet dreams, Shana.” He bent his head to brush his warm lips against mine in a brief caress.

I leaned close and rubbed my cheek against his before turning my head to engage him in a warm, insistent lip lock.

He inhaled quickly and stepped back, shaking his head. “Don’t start anything I don’t have time to finish.”

“Then finish it.”

“I can’t.”

I frowned. There was no doubting the regret in his voice. So why was he leaving when he had to know I wanted him to stay. “You sound like you have another date,” I teased.

“I do.”

I blinked. “Excuse me?”

He stroked a finger down my cheek and neck to rest between my cleavage. “I have another date and if I don’t leave now, I’ll be late.”

“So cancel it.”

He shook his head. “That’s out of the question.” He bent and pressed a quick, warm kiss against the side of my neck. “Until tomorrow,” he said
.

I knew I was in more a long night.

He
smiled and walked away.

I closed and locked the door. He had another date? Damn! What did a woman have to do to get him into bed? Entirely too wound up to sleep and worried that some lucky woman would be rocking his world that night, I undressed and had a soak until the water cooled. Then, with a hotel robe over my damp body, I poured myself a drink and went to bed.

The phone rang as I dozed off. After a moment of hesitation, I rolled over and picked it up. “Hello?”

“Hi.”

At the sound of Taylor’s voice, I sat up.
Please Lord, let him be calling to tell me he’s cancelled his date and he’s downstairs in the lobby, eager to jump my bones.
“Hi,” I smiled and then frowned as I heard a series of screams. “Are you holding your date hostage?”

“That’s a teen fright flick you hear. Let me go into the hall.”

“A
teen
fright flick? Just how young are you and your date?”

He laughed. “I’m thirty but I’m with my sons and we’re watching a movie.”

“So your date was with your sons?”

“Not
hing
short of a date with them would have induced me to leave you.”

I smiled. “A fright flick? Aren’t you worried they’ll have nightmares?”

“They’re fourteen and fifteen and don’t really do nightmares anymore.”

“Fourteen and fifteen? You have sons that old?”

“I started young,” he said.

“No shit, Sherlock.” Not that I had much room to talk. I’d been eighteen when I got pregnant.

He laughed again. “That means I’ve had more time to develop my technique than other men my age.”

I licked my lips. “Oh, that sounds like a promise.”

“It is.”

“Dad, you’re missing the good parts!”

“Coming, sport.” He sighed. “I have to go. My guys are calling. I’ll see you tomorrow, Shana.”

“I’ll be waiting,” I said. “Enjoy your night with your sons.”

“Thanks. I always do.”

Relieved that I didn’t have to share him with another woman, I lay back in bed. I fell asleep quickly and slept all night.

In the morning, I took a long, relaxing soak and spent an hour preparing for our d
at
e.
Since I didn’t know our destination, I decided to wear a pretty, dark blue cotton-silk blend pantsuit with a pair of comfortable but dressy slip-ons.

I took extra time with my make-up and used my favorite perfume sparingly. Then satisfied I look
ed
my best, I left my suite and went down to the lobby to wait for him. I could have waited in my suite until he arrived but I wanted to watch him walk in and be able to study him without his knowing I was.

But the moment he walked into the lobby, he immediately turned his head and looked directly at me.

Feeling like a silly, lovesick teenager, I rose and hurried across the lobby to him.

He smiled and engulfed me in a quick, warm embrace.

Strangely, I felt no awkwardness with him. Rushing into his arms seemed natural—almost as if we had a long-standing relationship that made such behavior the norm. “Shana.” He kissed my ear and neck before he released me. “You look wonderful.”

“So do you.”

“Are you ready? Do you need to go back upstairs?”

I shook my head. “I’m all yours,” I said.

“I’m going to hold you to that promise,” he said, slipped an arm around my shoulders and walked me towards the door.

I enjoyed the weight of his arm around my shoulders. “Where are we going?” I asked once we were seated in his car.

“To my house for lunch. We can decide where we’ll have dinner later.”

“You’re assuming again,” I said.

“And you’re assuming I’m prepared to allow anyone else to monopolize your time while you’re here.” He turned to look at me. “For how long?”

“I’m leaving on Friday.”

“So soon?”

I nodded.

“Damn. That’s not much time.”

It was seeming shorter with every second I spent with him.

He started the car and drove away.

He had a big two-story house forty minutes from the city. During the tour, it was clear how important his sons were to him. There was a basketball court at either end of the long driveway. The family room held a large pool table and what looked like two expensive, gaming computers as well as a large flat screen. The living room mantel held several trophies. Pictures of males on the basketball court and baseball diamonds covered the walls.

The picture hanging above the mantel featured two smiling teenage
boys
posing in front of a large swimming pool. They were tall with dark blond hair spilling over their shoulders. They had dark green eyes and Caucasian features but skin tones that hinted at a mixed heritage.

I turned to find Taylor standing behind me. “Your guys?”

He nodded, smiling. He pointed to the one on the right. “That’s Taylor Raymond Donovan. The other is Raymond Taylor Donovan.”

I arched a brow. “Unique way of naming your sons.”

He shrugged. “That’s as close to taking my name as their maternal grandparents would allow
their mother
to come. As you can imagine I was far from their favorite person after she got pregnant a second time.”

“As a parent who fears the same thing, I can understand that.”

“So can I,” he said. “Especially now that my oldest son is the same age I was when he was conceived.”

I smiled. “Your guys are stunning. You’re going to have girl problems with them.”

“Already started. That’s why I’m trying to set a good example so neither of them becomes a father too early and finds their opportunities severely limited as I did.”

“You have regrets?”

He sighed but shook his head. “I wouldn’t wish either one of them unborn for a million bucks—even though I ended up in trade school instead of with the four-year degree I’d always expected to have.” He bent his head and kissed my neck. “Although I’m always willing and happy to discuss my guys, right now talking isn’t high on the list of things I’d love to do with you.”

Smiling, I turned to face him. “That must mean food is.”

He leaned close and inhaled slowly. “Damn you smell good enough to eat.”

“So do you, but since I haven’t had breakfast I expect some food—first.”

“Food first, then I’m going to eat you,” he threatened.

“Sounds like a plan.”

He slipped his arm around me. “I thought we could eat by the pool.”

He led me through the house and out a side door. Two tables shielded by umbrellas were on the tiles near the pool, along with several large, well-padded lounge chairs. There was also a barbeque grill, which he fired up. “I’m hoping you settle for burgers and a salad or fries.”

“Sounds great,” I said, slipping into the chair he held out for me. “I like mine well-done.”

He brought me a glass of lemonade and some homemade garlic bread. I nibbled at the bread while watching him at the grill. He had a tight ass I looked forward to squeezing and clutching as we had sex.

“If I’d known you had a pool, I’d had brought my swimsuit with me,” I said.

He turned to grin at me. “You’re assuming I’d have allowed you to keep it on. And that’s a false assumption. I’m one of the men who loves his women large, dark, and naked—as often as possible.”

“Caveman.”

“Want to be my cavewoman?”

“Hell no!”

He laughed and turned back to the grille. “You should know I’ll be changing your mind.”

That wouldn’t take much effort—as he’d soon learn.

When the burgers were done we sat across from each other.

I ate half the salad and took a few bites of the burger before I put it down and sat staring at him.

He stared back, his food untouched.

“What kind of women do you prefer, Taylor?” I asked, pushing my plate aside
. My thoughts were on
his sons’ obvious maternal heritage.

“Why do you ask?”

“Jasmin and I are nearly ten years your senior, plus-size, and black but your sons’ mother was…”

“Their mother, Lisa, is slender with green eyes and blond hair. When I was younger I was into blondes.”

“You’re still young,” I pointed out.

He shrugged.

“And now your preference is?”

“And now…” he rose and walked around the table.

I looked up at him. Damn he was so handsome and sexy.

He bent to kiss my neck.

I inhaled, rubbing my cheek against his. “And now?”

“And now, I’d like to be in you.”

I moistened my lips. “As in?”

“I’d like to fuck you,” he said.

Finally!

“How much cajoling am I going to have to do to make that happen?”

I smiled silently.

Kneeling beside me, he placed a hand on my thigh, while leaning close to nibble at my ear.

I removed his hand from my thigh and placed it inside my
pants
, next to my slit. “I’d like that too.”

Looking in my eyes, he slipped his fingers under my thong and caressed my clit.

I bit my lip. “Oh…that feels nice.” I parted my legs.

He eased his fingers into my pussy and gently finger fucked me for several delicious moments.

I closed my legs and humped myself against his fingers.

Smiling, he leaned close and kissed me.

Parting my lips, I continued to hump his fingers.

He withdrew his hand and rose. “Let’s go upstairs.”

Finally. I nodded and g
o
t up.

He cupped my face between his hands and pressed a long, sweet kiss against my mouth.

Feeling his tongue thrusting between my lips made me long for the same thrusting motion of his cock in my pussy. I sucked at his tongue before dragging my mouth away from his. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” I whispered.

“Then let’s get this party started,” he took my hand in his.

“I am so ready to do that.”

We walked upstairs, hand in hand to his bedroom. He closed the door and led me over to the bed. He cupped my face in his hands and bent his head.

I closed my eyes and lifted my face.

He touched his mouth to mine in a series of quick, warm kisses before cupping one palm over my nape and slipping an arm around my waist.

I leaned closer, parting my lips and sliding my arms around him.

His arm tightened and he pressed his mouth against mine, kissing me with an insistent heat that would have melted an iceberg.

I felt his tongue gliding between my lips and in my mouth. I
moaned and melted into his arms,
rubbing my breasts against
him.

I’ve always loved the intimacy that went with having sex, but what I felt for him surprised and delighted me. Even though I ached to feel his cock tunneling into my pussy, I also felt a sense of closeness I’ve never felt with any other man on such a sort acquaintance.

I returned his kisses, allowing him to experience my eagerness for the coming intimacy.

Taylor slid his palm from my waist into my
pant
bottoms.

Oh hell yeah.

His hand caressing and cupping my ass sent a rush of moisture into my thong.

The long, lonely months without intercourse intensified with each touch and caress of his mouth and hands until I felt on fire. I ground my hips against his and dragged my lips from his. “Please,” I whispered. “Please.”

“Today is all about pleasing you,” he promised.

“A handsome man who wants to please me. I like the sound of that.”

“You’re going to like the feel of it too.”

I laughed. “I love a confident man.”

“I’m very glad to hear that because I’m very confident. Now let’s get you undressed so I can drink in every lovely inch of your naked body.”

“Strip me, handsome.”

He pressed a quick kiss against my mouth before he stepped back and quickly removed my top, revealing my bra.

With his gaze locked on my breasts, he reached out to pinch my nipples through the material.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the scent of his cologne filling my nostrils and heightening my desire.

Bending his head, he rained kisses on my cleavage and deftly unbuttoned and tossed my bra aside. After lifting his head, he stepped back to stare at my breasts.

I smiled, cupping my breasts in my palms. “You like?”

“Oh hell yeah. There’s nothing as beautiful as a lovely woman with large, natural breasts.”

“They’d love to meet your lips, tongue, and hands.”

Slipping his arms around me, he bent to tongue and suck my breasts while he palmed and massaged my ass.

Lord that felt nice.

When he stroked a hand around my body
, he
press
ed
a finger
against my clit before sliding
it
inside me
.
I arched into him and moaned with pleasure
. I loved
the feel of
his
finger
inside me.

Kissing a path across to my other breast, he continued fingering me
while
massaging my ass.

If his fingers felt so good, I couldn’t wait to feel his cock.

He brought me to the brink of orgasm before he eased his fingers out of me.

I gripped his arm. “Oh Lord Taylor, you can’t stop now.”

“Don’t worry, sweet. I’m not stopping for long.” He bent to remove my shoes before pulling my
pants
and thong off.

Just the way he stood staring at my naked body, as if consumed with desire, made my heart race.

“Oh damn,” he said, his voice brusque. He cupped my face between his palms and kissed me until I burned for him. Then he took my hand in his and walked me over to the bed.

I lay on my back with my legs parted, my pussy
wet,
and aching to welcome his cock.

Kneeling at the foot of the bed, he lifted my right leg.

I sighed with pleasure when he kissed the sole of my foot.

“You have beautiful feet…hell, everything about you is beautiful,” he said and then sucked each toe.

“Hmmm.”

He trailed a path of warm kisses up the length of my inner thigh. “I love the feel of your skin under my lips.”

The feel of his warm mouth against my slit sent chills of delight through me. I reached a hand down to curl my fingers in his long dark hair cascading over my legs. “Eat me,” I pleaded.

He thrust his tongue against my clit and rained warm, mo
i
st kisses down my left inner leg to my foot. Each suck of each toe sent a rush of need through me.