Shameless - Sybil Bartel Page 0,53

of his tone going deep and guttural.

Feeling the slickness between my legs as my core pulsed, I sat up, but I didn’t do what he commanded. I slid to the end of the bed and dropped my legs over the edge so I was eye level with his cock. “I want to see.”

Still holding himself, taking me in, he studied me for a long moment.

My heart raced, my hands shook and my mouth watered, but I waited.

I waited because I wanted him.

I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.

But I didn’t just want a taste of him. I wanted him to want me back as desperately as I was craving him. I wanted this to be more than a single fuck. I wanted him to want me not because I was the only woman with him in a cabin on a mountain in the middle of a blizzard, but because he was as frantic to taste me as I was him.

I wanted to drown in him and him in me.

I didn’t care if that was wrong.

I didn’t care how every counselor and shrink at rehab would’ve told me this was codependency and transference and whatever other crappy clinical term they could’ve thrown at me. I’d only known Shade hours, but I felt connected to him in a way I’d never felt before. And when he looked at me like he was now?

Oh my God.

This wasn’t teenage love or infatuation, there was something big here. I could feel it as sure as I could feel my pulse in my neck and my heartbeat in my ear. I wasn’t making this up. I knew I wasn’t.

A tangible connection threaded through my nerves and linked with all of my frayed edges the second he’d looked me in the eye in Jacksonville and told me his rules. I knew then there was something between us, just as I knew the very second he decided to go from observation to action.

Like an impending storm, the air shifted, his eyes darkened and he moved. Then he did what I’d seen him do every other time he decided to take action. With swift and sure movements, his muscles bunched and contracted. Then his boxers were off, but before I could look my fill, his merciless grip caught my jaw and he stepped between my legs.

My head tilted all the way back, my neck strained, captive in his grasp, I fought from moaning. Having a mind of their own, my hands braced on his rock-solid thighs, and I licked my lips.

His sharp gaze cut from my eyes to my mouth. “Did I say you could touch me, princess?”

I dropped my hands.

“Smart girl.” His voice deep, his gaze deeper, his thumb stroked over my lips, smearing the saliva I’d just left there onto my cheek. “Do you remember rule number two?”

Nerves rioted in my stomach as excitement stole my breath. “Yes.” It felt like a lifetime ago since he’d first picked me up.

“What is it?” he demanded.

I paraphrased, giving him the part I knew he wanted to hear. “What you say goes.”

Slow and calculating, he nodded. Then his voice dropped dangerously low and he gave me back the very words I’d given to him. “What I say goes.”

Turned on, freaked out, my skin on fire, excitement making me shake, I bit my bottom lip. I wanted him to take control more than I wanted my next breath.

His thumb hit my lip and he pressed hard. “Did I tell you to bite?” His reprimand swift, his voice harsh, his fingers dug into my jaw.

“No.” The tremble started in my legs.

“Open your mouth.”

The demand almost barked at me, I didn’t think. I opened.

His thumb ruthlessly pressed down on my tongue, but then he did the last thing I was expecting. He rubbed in a tight circle like he did on my clit. “When my cock is in your mouth, you won’t bite. When my metal touches the back of your throat, you won’t panic. When I tell you to relax your jaw, you’ll relax your jaw. Understood?” He slowly slid his thumb out.

Oh God. “Okay.”

“When my cock is wet and your cunt is wetter, I’m going to slide deep inside you.”

Oh my fucking God. “Okay,” I rasped.

“Then I’m going to fuck you.”

The tremor turned into a shake as desire leaked out of me and onto the bed. “Will it hurt?”

“Yes.”

I couldn’t swallow past the fear-lust storm circling my body. “Shade—”

“Remember you asked for this.” He leaned closer.