Shelby clicked off her order. “I’d like the vegetarian omelet and orange juice, please.”
Kyle offered both Shelby’s and his menu. “I’ll have the special with coffee.”
The woman nodded. “Be right back.”
Kyle’s angelic smile hinted at a touch of devilry. “Would rather have something else, but this will do for now.”
Afraid he’d reject her again, she refused to acknowledge his comment, but she could only hope. “What have you been up to these past couple of days?”
“Not much with the weather. I visited with Jude and read. Nothing was in the fridge that I wanted, so here I am. What about you? Did you get some work done?”
“Yes, I did.” She hesitated for a couple of seconds then decided to take the plunge, the hell with her insecurities. “I want to say something, and I hope you’ll understand what I’m trying to tell you.”
“Sure, what’s on your mind?”
“Remember when I walked to the stream at Pogonip?”
He nodded.
“Do you know you have a prismatic aura? It’s the same refractive light in the First Realm and I have a hunch—this is going to sound insane.” She paused, sipped her coffee and wouldn’t tell him what She-Who-Smiles talked about. Not that she was keeping a secret, but she still had to think through the implications of her gifts. The fact she saw Kyle’s aura and intuited his soul was good and trustworthy…maybe, she had let her imagination roam wild again. She’d skip that part. “I astral projected without Ten-Blue-Sun. I thought I had to have the doll. I met your spirit guide.”
“Why would that sound crazy? But, you were going to say something else, then you changed your mind. When you’re ready to tell me, I’ll listen.”
She squeezed his hand. Kyle understood she still grappled with these new and startling revelations. “I encountered several guides…and I wanted to tell you about it. Have you met your spirit adviser?”
His head tilted to the side and his brow furrowed. “Yes.”
“Good, then this will make sense to you. I’ve released my husband and he’s continuing his journey. Bear-Claws said I was to rely on you, that you were a good man. Of course, he confirmed what I already knew in my heart.”
His lips formed his next word, but she held up her hand to stop him.
“Wait, I’m not finished. On my way back from the creek at Pogonip, you were kissing Lisa—”
“Shelby—”
“When I saw you together, something happened to me that I didn’t want to put a microscope to and analyze. That’s why I’ve been avoiding you.”
“Shel, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Lisa gave me a goodbye kiss, that’s all. In fact, she was happy that I had met you and hoped we would have dinner with her sometime.”
Hearing Kyle use the endearment of her name, an emotional attachment lodged in several feminine places at the same time, the folds between her thighs, her heart, and deep within her soul. “I’m the one who should apologize. I’ll be gone in a few days and doubt you’ll ever see me again. This is your life and I don’t have a right to—”
“I want you in my life and for more than the next few days.”
Her tummy fluttered as if hundreds of birds took flight. She smiled. “I’m glad you decided to eat here this morning.”
He returned the grin. “Me too.”
The waitress balanced the huge tray on their table. The myriad of plates and glasses were shuffled around them.
After the serving attendant left, Kyle hovered over her ear. “What’s your favorite dessert?”
She tilted a few inches away and glanced at him. “Dessert?”
****
Shelby maneuvered her car beside Kyle’s truck in the parking lot of her hotel. She jumped out, closing the door.
Kyle had wanted Annie with them. They had picked her up and he put her in the back. Standing on all fours with her chin on edge of the bed, Annie waited. Shelby scratched the top of her head. The little tuft of hair between her ears stood straight in the air like a cowlick. She added definition with her fingers. If it had been larger, she would’ve put a small bow there.
Kyle rolled down the passenger window. “Please join me.”
He scooted over as she climbed in and settled next to him. “What’s wrong?”
Although he had said he wanted to spend more time with her, was Kyle placating her in a public place? Now, was he going to tell her how he really felt? She couldn’t handle another rejection from him. Not wanting to hear the answer, she grabbed the door handle.
“Wait, Shel.” He grasped her elbow. “We have something special, you know that, don’t you?” He wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
She nodded, pleased he wasn’t pushing her away. Air rushed out of her lungs succumbing to the immeasurable relief.
Lifting her, he shifted and set her on his lap. She nestled her head into the crook of his neck. The cologne and his masculine scent drifted to her nostrils. His smell was unique in every way. She indulged again, taking in his distinct aroma.
His fingertips kneaded the muscles of her back, soothing her jittery nerves. He kissed the hair at her temple, then angled to her throat. She gasped as goosebumps rose over her flesh. Her hand found the nape of his neck and she tugged him closer. When his mouth grazed back to hers, she opened for him, lost in the sensations she had missed for so long, spellbound by his touch, she absorbed his affection.
A minty taste blazed across her taste buds. His lips were a set in contradictions, soft, asking, summoning her to respond. At the same time, they were firm, issuing a directive, follow me. And she planned on it, because this wasn’t the action of a man who wanted to disappear.
His kisses morphed into a possessive pleasure. She relished his attention and matched the pace. Mimicking the intimacy of a lover’s dance, their tongues advanced and retreated.
He encircled her in his arms. A sense of security cloaked her and she angled against his hard chest. With his mouth, he wove tenderness yet his desire was domineering, creating a need within.
She groaned swirling into a maelstrom of his ardor and passion. She gathered his hand to cup her breast. Kyle paused. His gaze connected to hers then his lips followed her guidance. He suckled. The heat and moisture infused her shirt percolating to her skin. Shards of erotic tingles pulsed from her nipple to her clit.
She wanted to take everything he gave, give him the same in return, eclipsing any doubt he may still harbor about her not being ready. “I want to make love to you, right now.”
He released her and leveled his gaze. “Baby, are you sure?” Kyle’s smooth baritone voice offered her another chance to stop, to end the passion without retribution.
“I am.”
He whispered kisses over her cheek. “Whose face and body will you see when I take you?”
“A man who for some reason hasn’t given up on me, a gentleman who shares acuity of mind and spirit, an ethereal bond that I’m not sure I understand yet.”
A moan rumbled from his chest. He opened the truck door, balanced her while she gently slid out and guided her to the room.
She shivered, anticipation raced through her blood.
“Where’s the key?”
She withdrew the card from her purse. “Here.”
Kyle held the door for her as she crossed the threshold, he whistled for Annie, who bounced through the doorway. He slid the Do-Not-Disturb sign into the slot then with his boot heel, he closed out the world.
Shelby turned to face Kyle. “I want you to hold me like you’ll never let me go. I know you will, just don’t let it be right now, today.”
Kyle stepped closer and hugged her. “Baby, I don’t know what the future holds, but are you ready to make our memories?”
“Ours?”
He murmured, “Shh, let’s hold on to now.”
His kisses streamed from her ear to her cheek then flowed to her mouth. Nipping her bottom lip, he laved to sooth the pleasant pain. When she parted, he d
elved in and once again, spearmint exploded on her tongue.
Her palms stroked down his spine. At the base of his back, she kneaded his muscles. They tightened under her fingertips. As his shoulders curled, she arched her back creating erotic pressure against her breasts. Desire erupted deep in her belly then lowered to her clit. He drew her to his chest. Her nipples ached from his heat and friction and she wanted more.
Her hands slid to his bottom, she shifted undulating against his erection. As she oscillated, and caressed his shaft, the intensity escalated. Her juices flowed from her feminine folds. She was wet and ready.
“What name will be on your lips when you climax?” Words from a distant voice tumbled through her mind. Kyle? Had he asked a question?
She struggled to make sense of the surrounding presence. Finally, she surrendered.
A fog drifted around her. “Mind-Walker.” The haze of damp air and moisture filled her nostrils. She allowed the strange sensations to swallow her subconscious.
“What?” He withdrew a few inches and searched her gaze.
She blinked several times and adjusted her focus. “Did you say something?”
He rested his forehead on hers. “What’s my name?”
“Sweet Jesus, Pressley.”
He flicked open the top snap of her jeans, gathered her long-sleeve henley shirt above her breasts. As he unhooked her lace bra and lifted them, the abrasion accelerated her hunger to join with Kyle. Yes, she wanted sex, but there was something more she strove for, something beyond two physical bodies uniting.
When he released her clothes, the material drifted to the floor. His hands coasted to her bottom warming her skin. He edged her close again, nestled and cradled against his pelvis.
In his firm hold, she shook from the passion surging through her blood, wanting him to take her, to fill her.
A deep rumble resonated in his chest as though he was fighting for control. He inhaled and calmed. Kyle lightly traced his palms from her ass, up each side of her ribs until he found her breasts. He held the weight gazing in reverence.
His hands shaped and squeezed while his long fingers kneaded. A quiver sluiced over her flesh from his potent offering. With his thumb and forefinger, he twisted her nipple. Pure bliss raced to every nerve ending.
She craved to touch his skin, her palms and fingers explored, but his denim jacket and T-shirt were in the way. Her fingertips slid up to his shoulders, then down his arms, relieving him of the outer obstacle.
Kyle gathered the ends of his jersey, removed the shirt over his head and let it coast down one arm falling on top of her clothes.
She closed the distance to rub her breast against the dark-curly hair on his broad chest. “I want you.”
Shelby unzipped her pants, shimmying to let them pool around her feet. Her toes worked the back of her tennis shoes and with one foot whisked the pile to the side. Taking both index fingers to each side of her hips, she scooted her panties down, stepping out of them then waited for Kyle to do the same. His seductive gaze touched her heart.
Bereft of his clothes, he stood before her. Comfortable in his skin, desire in his gaze, with him fully erect, Kyle’s physique was like a god. She wobbled, as though her bones were melting.
He gathered her in his arms, and eased onto the bed until her backside met the mattress. “Birth control?”
“Taken care of.”
Lowering on top of her, he rested his forearms on each side of Shelby’s shoulders, his hands cupped her cheeks, and his thumbs followed the lines of her lips. “I’m clean. No condom. I want to feel your wet warmth surround me.”
“Then make love to me.” Her mouth engaged his.
His hands explored while each moist kiss aroused her, giving her pleasure. The tantalized trail of his pursuit from her ear lobe to her breasts, provoked, teased, and enticed her. The white outline of her tan lines contrasted against his dark hair, he hovered above her nipple, not touching, just looking…driving her insane. She wiggled with impatience. He licked a swath across her areola, then shifted several inches away to watch the bud tighten.
Kyle murmured, “Oh, sweetheart, what you do to me.”
Shelby whimpered. “Inside me now.”
He rolled over and helped steady her as she straddled him. She guided him in and he delved to the depths of her core. She clenched her inner muscles. His moans matched hers. The ecstasy of his hard-as-steel cock filling her to the brim transported her closer to the edge. With each plunge, his groin tapped her clit. She widened her legs to meet his advance needing more, wanting the slap of pleasure. With every thrust, her muscles drew tight holding his velvet-hardened shaft, reveling in the ancient dance of lovers.
She increased the tempo, enjoying the unequivocal power and control of being on top. Deliberately withdrawing to the tip, she stopped and smiled. In slow motion, she eased down taking an inch at a time and halted.
As she rocked forward teasing his length, Kyle growled and grabbed her hips, dragging her wet sheath down his shaft. Fully seated and in one fluid move, he spun until she was on her back. Still joined, he mumbled, “Baby, it’s my turn to be in control.”
He angled her hips for deeper penetration and each stroke found her G-spot. His raw act of possession catapulted her to the bliss of euphoria. “Kyle.” She shuddered. Lights danced in her mind’s eye.
She sailed to another plane while Kyle embraced her. “Hold on, there’s nothing to fear.”
When she opened her eyes, she was back in bed. With the last of her spasms ending, her muscles relaxed.
Kyle’s eyes twinkled. “You’re beautiful. Next time, we go together.” His lips met hers giving her a thorough kiss, he advanced and withdrew, metering a steady rhythm.
She milked him, wondering if she’d travel with him during his release. Her fingers found his balls and teased. Not wanting to wait any longer, she gripped his shaft with her inner muscles as hard as she could.
He eased away from her swollen lips, his eyes darkened. “Come with me.” His thumb rubbed her clitoris. With each plunge, he accelerated, rapid and electric.
The play on his words didn’t escape her, and she’d surrender for either one or both.
“Stay with me.” Kyle flexed his hips.
His muscles stiffened under her hands and a guttural growl thundered from his corded neck. The pressure exerted on her clit, and the force of his thrust launched her again.
As though traveling through a black hole, lights flickered as her weightless body passed by them, alone.
“Open your eyes, you’re not alone.”
When she did, excitement coursed through her energy. A Utopia, perfection, a place she wanted to stay, but only with her cowboy.
“Time to go.” He held onto her, returning to their hotel and safely back into their bodies.
He lowered himself onto her, the sheen of sweat cooled by his quick gasps rushing over her skin. Kyle rolled to his side and gathered her into his embrace. No words were necessary. Contented, sated, she reveled in the mind-blowing experience unique to the ties she and Kyle held to the First Realm. Or was it? The latter thought pulled her out of her reverie.
He kissed her forehead. “Shower?”
He didn’t seem taken aback by what had happened. Did this occur all the time? Was this normal for him and other women? “I don’t know if I can walk.”
Kyle chuckled. “I’ll help.”
He rose, put one arm around her back, the other under her knees and whisked her into the bathroom. He lowered her to the counter. “Give me a minute.”
He turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Kyle tucked her against his chest carrying her inside the glass enclosure.
His beautiful mouth kissed, laved, and loved every inch of her and she reciprocated. He fondled, licked, and grazed. The desire for another release broiled deep in her belly. She wanted to go to the highest peak, the pinnacle of another world. This wasn’t just sex, well maybe it was, but she didn’t care as long as he didn’t stop,
and as long as they both came together. And they did.
Kyle twisted the handle, cutting off the water, grabbed a towel and dried her. After he finished dusting the moisture from his skin, his whiskey irises changed to molten-lava chocolate. He stalked her steps out of the bathroom until the back of her knees hit the bedside. “Want to go again?”
She nodded.
He gently lowered her and helped her shimmy across the sheets then he closed the distance lying beside her. His legs entangled hers, as he nuzzled her neck. The swath of moisture from his mouth laid a trail beginning at her collar bone to the underside of her breast. She grasped his head. His wet hair cooled her palms as she guided him to her nipple.
A chuckle resonated. “Patience, baby.”
He blazed a path down to her belly then further to the one place she wanted him. His knees hit the floor and he grasped her calves pulling her to the edge of the bed. With his shoulders, he widened her thighs and streamed kisses marking the distance on the inside of her legs to her juncture. When he opened her folds with his fingers, his tongue lapped from the bottom to the top, stopping at her clit, he suckled. She wanted more pressure. He released the tiny bud, and his tongue journeyed to her opening, probing, piercing, fucking her while his thumb added the force she had desired. The ecstasy of his intimate love shoved her closer to the apex, but she wanted him to travel with her.
“Stop.” Her hands still on his head, she tilted him away as she sat up.
He rose. Her palms trailed down his side until they found his balls and her mouth welcomed him. She stroked the underside. His fingers weaved through her hair guiding her to take him fully. His erection rasped against her tongue and she swallowed.
He groaned and withdrew. His forearms tucked under her arms, he hurled her across the bed once again. In the time it would take her to say “fuck me,” he had her legs spread and was buried inside her.
Kyle grunted while their skin slapped and his balls smacked her ass. She liked the animalistic side of him. Yes, gentle, attentive, and loving had its place, but rough, hard, and feral gave a pleasurable dimension of wild lovemaking she wanted to explore with him. This wasn’t darkness; it was creating an unyielding appetite for one dominating the other by a master controlling the release of pleasure.
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