A Little Dare - Brenda Jackson [55]
Now it was past eleven and Shelly was gathering her things to take a tired and sleepy AJ home. He had gotten worn out playing table tennis with his uncles for the past couple of hours.
Dare studied Shelly, as he’d been doing most of the night. She was wearing a pair of jeans that molded to her curvaceous hips and a blue pullover top that, to him, emphasized her lush breasts. Breasts he’d been kissing and tasting quite a lot over the past few weeks. Her body had always been a complete turn-on to him, and nothing had changed. He’d been fighting an arousal all night. The last thing he needed was for his brothers to detect what a bad way he was in, although from the smirks they had sent him most of the evening, he was well aware that they knew.
“AJ and I are going to have to say goodnight to everyone,” Shelly said smiling. “Thanks again for inviting us.” She met Dare’s gaze and blinked at his unspoken message. He was letting her know that he would be seeing her later tonight.
He slowly crossed the room to her. “I’ll walk the two of you out.”
She nodded before turning to give Delaney and Jamal, the elder Westmorelands and finally the brothers hugs.
Dare frowned at Storm when he deliberately kissed Shelly on the lips, trying to get a rise out of him and knowing it had worked. As far as Dare was concerned Shelly was his, and he didn’t appreciate anyone mauling her. He had put up with it the first time they’d seen her at Chase’s restaurant, but now he figured that it was time Storm learned to keep his hands and his lips to himself.
When Shelly and AJ walked ahead of him going out the door, he hung back and growled to Storm. “If you ever do that again, I’ll break your arm.”
He ignored Storm’s burst of laughter and followed Shelly and AJ outside.
It was a beautiful night. The air felt crisp, pleasantly cool as Shelly closed the back door behind her and raced across the backyard to the place where she knew Dare was waiting for her. She hadn’t bothered to put on a robe, since he would be taking it off her anyway, and she hadn’t bothered to put on a gown, preferring to slip into an oversized T-shirt instead.
It had taken her some time to get AJ settled and into bed after arriving home from the Westmorelands. They had talked; he had told her that he’d come close to telling Dare the truth tonight, but that he’d been interrupted. She knew the longer he put it off, the harder it was going to be for him.
“Shelly?”
She sucked in a deep breath when Dare emerged from the shadows, dazzling her senses beneath the glow of a full moon. She immediately walked into his arms. Dark, penetrating eyes met hers and then, in a deep, ragged breath, he tipped her head back as his lips captured hers.
The whimpered sounds erupting from deep within her throat propelled him forward, making the urge for them to mate that more intense, urgent, imperative. He gently lifted her T-shirt and touched her, discovering she was completely bare underneath. With unerring speed he lifted her off her feet, wrapped her legs around his waist and walked a few steps to a nearby tree.
She saw it was another seduction, planned down to every detail. Evidently he’d kept himself busy while waiting for her, she thought, noticing he had securely tied a huge pillow around the tree trunk. It served as a cushion for her backside when he pressed her against it. And then he was breathing hard and heavy while unzipping his pants and reaching inside to free himself. “I knew I couldn’t wait, so I’ve already taken care of protection,” he whispered as he thrust forward, entering her.
At her quick intake of breath, he covered her mouth with his, sipping the nectar of surprise from her lips, playing around in her mouth with his tongue as if relishing the taste of her. How long ago had