A Little Dare - Brenda Jackson [56]
She opened he legs wider, wrapped them around his waist tighter when he went deeper, sending shock waves of pleasure racing through her. She felt close, so very close to the edge, and she knew she wanted him to be with her when she fell.
She broke off their kiss. “Now, Dare!”
Dare began moving. Throwing his head back he inhaled a deep whiff of her scent—hot, enticing, sensually hers—and totally lost it. His jaw clenched as he thrust deeper, moved faster, when she arched her back. Desperately, he mated with her with quick, precise strokes, giving her all he had and taking all she had to give.
He was past the point of no return and she was right there with him. And when he felt her body tighten and the spasm rip through her, bringing with it an orgasm so powerful that he felt the earth shake beneath his feet, he held her gaze and thrust into her one final time as he joined her in a climax that just wouldn’t stop. The sensations started at the top of his head and moved downward at lightning speed, building intense pressure in that part of his body nestled deep inside her, and making him clench his teeth to keep from screaming out her name and stomping his feet.
The sensations kept coming and coming and he leaned forward to kiss her again, capturing the essence of what they were sharing. As his body continued to tremble while buried deep inside of her, he knew that even after ten long years, he was still seductively, passionately and irrevocably hers. She was the only woman he would ever want. The only woman he would ever need. The only woman who could make him understand and appreciate the difference between having mind-blowing sex and making earth-shattering, soul-stirring, deep-down-in-your-gut love.
She was the only woman.
And he also knew that she was the only woman he would ever love and that he still loved her.
Moments later, Dare pulled his body from Shelly’s and, gathering her gently into his arms, walked over to place her on the blanket. He stretched out on his side facing her as he waited for the air to return back to his lungs and the blood to stop rushing fast and furious through his veins.
“I was beginning to think you weren’t coming,” he finally said some time later, the tone of his voice still quivering from the afterglow of what they’d just shared.
He couldn’t help touching her again, so he slid his hand across her stomach, gently stroking her. He remembered the question AJ had asked him about wanting other children, and he remembered thinking that he’d want more children only if Shelly were their mother. He wouldn’t hesitate putting another child of his inside her, in the womb he knew he had touched tonight. Not only had he touched it, he had branded it his.
Shelly slowly opened her eyes as her world settled, and the explosion she’d felt moments ago subsided. She gazed up at him and wondered how was it possible that each time they did this it was better than the time before. She always felt cherished in his arms.
Treasured.
Loved.
She silently shook that last thought away, refusing to let her mind go there; refusing to live on false hope. And she refused to give in to the want, need and desire to give him her heart again, no matter how strong the pull was to do so. She broke eye contact with him and looked away.
“Shelly?”
She returned her gaze to him, to respond to what he’d said. “It took a little longer than expected to get AJ settled tonight. He wanted us to have a long talk.”
Dare asked, “Is he all right?”
“Yes. But I think he’s somewhat disappointed that he didn’t get the chance to tell you the truth today. He had planned to do so.”
Dare sighed deeply. His gut instincts had been right. “Do you think I should talk to him tomorrow?”
Shelly shook her head. “No, I think the best thing to do is to wait until he gets up his courage again. But I suggest you make things a bit easier on him by making