Shana Mine (5 page)

I moaned. “Eat me,” I begged again.

With a final suck on my big toe, he rose and started to undress.

I turned on my side to watch.

He stripped off his clothes quickly and then stood to allow me to feast on him.

Lord what a sight. Tall, muscular but not overly
muscular
, he had wide shoulders, a big chest, well-defined abs, and long legs. Even semi-erect, the sight of his cock made my stomach muscles clench.

I licked my lips and wiggled my hips on the bed. “Taylor…”

He stood staring at my pussy for what felt like forever before he finally rejoined me on the bed.

To my surprise, instead of positioning himself between my legs, he slid up my body and settled between my thighs with his bare, semi-erect cock pressed against my belly.

“Oh God!” I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes to more fully savor the absolutely delicious wonder of having a big, hard male body on top of me for the first time in months.

Nibbling at my neck, he rubbed his cock against my body. “You make me so hard.”

Lord I was so aroused, my pussy flooded and I stroked my hands down his back to clu
tch
his ass. I longed to reach between our bodies and stroke him until he was nice and hard and thick, and then push his bare cock deep inside me.

“What are you going to do about it?” I asked.

He turned his head and pressed his mouth against mine. His tongue slid between my l
ip
s
.
I dug my nails in his ass and humped against him.

In response, he reached between our bodies to grip his cock and rubbed it against my pussy.

A shudder of pleasure
was overshadowed by
the realization that he wore no condom, was nearly fully erect, and just inches from my pussy. Tearing my mouth from his, I pushed against his shoulders. “Taylor?”

He slid
his
hand up to cup my neck and recaptured my mouth, pushing his tongue between my lips.

I stiffened and struggled not to panic. He was big and strong and if he decided he wanted his bare cock inside me, I’d have a hard time trying to stop him. The realization shook me. What the hell was I doing lying naked under a man I didn’t know?

Almost as if he sensed my sudden uncertainty, he lifted his mouth from mine. “No.” He brushed his lips against my cheek. “It’s all right, sweet. You don’t ever need to be afraid of me.” He lifted his head.

I opened my eyes, taking slow deep breaths.

“You don’t need to worry that you’ll have to fight me off or that I’ll try to go raw in you. Even though I’ve never wanted to go raw in any woman more, I won’t.”

Looking into his eyes, I believed him. The tension left my body. “Thank you,” I whispered.

“For what?”

“For that reassurance. I needed to hear it.”

He smiled. “I have no desire or need to force any intimacy you don’t want.” He brushed his lips against my ear. “I want you to want me inside you.”

I clutched him close again, curling my fingers in his hair. “I do want you but I don’t have unsafe sex.”

“Neither do I, sweet. I love my guys to death but I’m not interested in having any more kids.”

“Neither am I.”

“So we’ll enjoy each other—safely.”

“Oh yes. Please enjoy me and my pussy and let me enjoy your cock.” I turned my head and kissed him.

He kissed me back, rubbing his cock against me.

I shuddered. “Put on a condom and love me,” I urged.

“I’m not going to need one this time,” he pulled out of my arms and kissed a wet path down my body. He rubbed his cheek against my stomach.

“Why not?” I asked, stroking my fingers through his hair.

“Because we’re not having intercourse.”

I stiffened. What the fuck did a woman have to do to get a fuck out of him
?
“What?”

He laughed. “Don’t worry, sweet. I’ve going to make you very happy today.” He trailed his tongue down my belly to the top of my slit.

I wiggled my hips. “How?”

He gently nibbled at my clit before repositioning my hips and settling down to eat me.

Oh lord. I closed my eyes and tightened my fingers in his hair.

He slipped two fingers inside my pussy. Keeping his tongue press
ed
against my clit, he finge
red
me.

Oh yeah. The long, steady pressure of his fingers thrusting in and out of me and his skillful tongue and mouth on my clit propelled me to a quick, powerful orgasm. As the tension built in the pit of my belly and exploded down to my pussy, I crushed his face against me and gushed against his lips as I came. “Ahhhh…ahhh.”

He slipped his palms under my ass, tilted my hips, and licked and sucked at me as I shuddered and moaned through my climax. When my release ended, he kissed my pussy and slid up the bed to lie behind me with one hand cupping my pussy and the other splayed across my breasts.

I curled my body back against his, sighing with contentment. “Oh lord that was good.”

“Glad you liked it, sweet,” he murmured against my neck.

“Hmmm. What about you? You haven’t come yet.”

He released my pussy long enough to reach down to pull the cover up over our nude bodies before he kissed my neck. “Don’t worry about me. I told you I wanted the first time to be all about you.”

Touched, I turned my head to kiss him. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure, sweet.”

I closed my eyes. After a few minutes lying in his embrace to savor the afterglow of my climax, I was going to pleasure him. Either we’d have intercourse or I’d suck his cock or both.

* * *

I woke later to feel warm lips caressing mine. When I opened my eyes, Taylor, fully dressed and looking freshly showered, sat on the side of the bed. He smiled and caressed my cheek. “I’ve washed your underwear and there’s a new toothbrush in the bathroom, along with a warm bath waiting for you.”

I stroked a hand down his cheek. “You’re too good to be true.”

He shook his head. “No. I’m not. What you see i
s
what you’ll get.”

A thoughtful lover considerate enough to wash my underwear and run a bath all before he’s sought any sexual satisfaction for himself. Clearly, I’d died and gone to heaven. “Where have you been all my life?”

“I’m here now,” he said, kissed my lips and rose. “You don’t want your water to cool. Everything you need is in the bathroom, including an
m
p3 player with over five hundred of my favorite songs. Hopefully there’s something you’ll like.” He pointed to an open door across the room. “The bathroom
i
s through that door, sweet.”

Feeling at ease with him, I slipped out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.

He let out a low wolf whistle.

Smiling, I blew him a kiss over my shoulder before continuing through the open doorway.

The bathroom had a large shower with frosted doors and a modern tub with jets and soft, recessed lights surrounding the tub. A heated towel rack stood at one end of the tub.

Taking a moment to choose from a collection of bath salts, I added them and slipped into the tub. I found some jazz I liked, put in the ear buds, and lay back until the cooling water roused me.

After drying off, I wrapped a towel around my body and went back into the bedroom.

Taylor had made the bed and my freshly laundered underwear lay in the middle, along with my shoulder bag. My clothing lay across the bedrail.

Smiling at his consideration, I dressed, and made up my face. Then I went downstairs. Following the sound of jazz, I found Taylor seated in the living room.

He immediately rose and crossed the room to kiss my cheek. “Have dinner with me?”

I put my arm around his waist and smiled at him. “I’d love to.”

He hugged me and walked me over to the loveseat. Seating me, he crossed the room to the bar. “Would you like a drink?”

What I wanted was to spend the night in bed with his hard cock thrusting deep in and out of my pussy. I shook my head. “No
t
hanks.”

He returned to sit beside me, placing arm along the back of the loveseat. “Tell me about your marriage.”

“My ex and I grew apart, but we’ve remained civil for the sake of our kids.”

“Did you love him?”

“Yes. He was my first love and I was his but we married so young that when we grew up we realized we had very little in common. Still, the divorce was difficult for me to deal with for a long time because he was the only man I’d ever loved.

“What happened between you and your sons’ mother? Didn’t you want to marry her?”

“Not really, but her parents pressured me and I would have caved and married her but my parents wouldn’t give their consent.”

“And when you were old enough to marry on your own?”

“I no longer imagined myself in love and I was enjoying the mystique women like to weave around Native American males and sleeping with everyone in sight. I only slowed down a few years ago when my sons started to develop
an
interest in girls. I don’t want them to make the mistakes I’ve made so I’m trying to set a good example.”

“How do they react when they meet your women?”

“They’ve never met any of them.”

That surprised me. “None?”

“None. I can’t see any point in confusing them by introducing them to women who are just a means to an end.”

“That’s cold.”

“You asked and I’m being honest. I’ve never been interested enough in any woman to bring her into my guys’ li
v
e
s
.”

“But you’ve had a lot women in your life?”

“Yes. I like women and they like me so we often ended up in bed.” He squeezed my shoulders. “What about you and men after your divorce?”

“There w
ere
only two. The last one dumped me after t
hree
years.”

“No shit
.
Recently?”

“Yes. It happened just over six months ago.”

“Did you love him?”

“No, but I was damned fond of him.”

“I’m selfishly glad it didn’t work out between you t
w
o.”

I smiled and leaned back against him. “So am I—now that’s we’ve met.”

He glanced at his watch. “Where would you like to have dinner?”

“Some place where we can dance.”

“And after dinner?” He brushed his fingers against the side of my neck. “Will you spend the night with me?”

I hesitated, recalling those brief moment
s
earlier when I’d panicked because I wasn’t sure
of
him. Then I remembered how quickly he’d reassured me. Sleeping with a man I’d only known for a day was sheer madness. But despite our cultural and age differences, there was something about being with Taylor that had felt right. I’d been aware of it from the moment we met. Each moment spent with him intensified that certainty.

“Oh hell yeah,” I said again.

“I spend Wednesday nights with my guys, but I’m hoping you’ll consider spending the other nights you’re here with me.”

Considering how I was already feeling, I knew that probably wouldn’t be a good idea. Nevertheless the thought of spending a night alone that I could spend with him didn’t make sense. I’d be back in San Francisco soon enough and I didn’t intend to have any regrets for not having made the most of the short amount of time we had together. “I’ll consider it,” I said.

He bent his head to muzzle my neck. “How long do I have to help you make the decision?”

I placed a hand over his hair. “If you keep this up, I’ll make it right now,” I said.

He laughed and lifted his head to smile at me. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“How could I not?” He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it. “Would you like to put me out of my misery and let me take you back to your hotel to get your luggage before we go out to dinner?”

I stared at him. He was young, handsome, and clearly found me attractive. The powerful attraction was mutual. Why should I waste time pretending otherwise? “Yes. Our next time together will be all about you,” I promised as I leaned close to kiss his warm, firm lips.

He leaned away from me. “Don’t start anything you’re not prepared to finish right now,” he warned.

“Who says I’m not ready to finish it?” I demanded.

He inhaled slowly before shaking his head and rising. “Let’s go get your luggage and head out to dinner. Then the night will be all ours.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

After picking up my luggage from the hotel, we had dinner in Chinatown.

“Are you dating anyone?” he asked.

I shook my head. “I had just starting thinking about dating again when Jasmin asked me to come here to see you.”

“I’m glad she decided to dump me before I could dump her.”

“Or we wouldn’t have met?”

He arched a brow.

“What?”

He shook his head. “I told you I was smitten the moment I saw you. And you should know that I haven’t slept with anyone since I saw your picture.”

“I’m touched,” I said.

“You’re going to be fucked,” he countered.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

He laughed. “Would you like anything else?”

Just you buried deep inside me.
“No.”

We drove along the Benjamin Franklin Parkway and took pictures in front of the Rocky statue at the foot of the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I was surprised to see so many couples sitting on the steps.

We joined them to enjoy the beauty of the starlit night. He sat two steps above me with his arms around me. Leaning back against him while staring up at the stars, a feeling that had very little to do with passion overwhelmed me. Within the circle of his arms, I knew I wanted more from him than a few short days and nights of passion. I wanted to get to know him and have our lives intertwined.

Shaken by the realization, I turned my head to look at him.

He met my gaze, a slow smile spreading across his handsome face.

“It’s a beautiful night,” I said.

“Being with you makes it even more beautiful,” he responded.

And you are so handsome and sexy, being with you is like winning the lottery.

We remained on the steps for another twenty minutes before we decided to leave. We walked to his car, hand in hand. On the drive back to his house, he stopped at a convenience store to buy me a bouquet of flowers and a ridiculously expensive red and white teddy bear with
I heart you
on its chest.

I stared at the bear and then up at him as he finished paying for it.

He arched a brow and then gave me one of those slow, sexy smiles o
f
his that made me burn for him
. I couldn’t deny
the powerful attraction I felt for
him
.