Free Sheltering His Desire by Allyson Lindt Page B

about it. She could fool around, indulge her
fantasies, and then they could both step back once their needs had
been met. “It sounds like a perfect arrangement.” She almost
stammered on the words. Where had that come from?
    He cradled her face in his hands, searching
her eyes. “Couldn’t agree more.” When he kissed her, mouth pressed
to hers, palms holding her head in place, excitement squeezed her
chest. She could keep things casual if it meant more of this. More
of this kind of attention from Tate. Definitely.
    He trailed his lips along her cheek, and down
her jaw. Traipsed a line of kisses over her clavicle and to her
sternum. Each new, feather-light touch sent a pleasant shudder
through her. She whimpered and tilted her head back as he moved
lower. His touch through fabric teased her. She shifted her weight
to bring herself closer, and he lifted his head to close his mouth
over hers again.
    One hand found its way under her shirt, and
she gasped at the barely-there sensation of his palm on her bare
skin. She rested one hand at the base of his neck. The short, blond
hairs tickled her fingertips as she held his head captive. Sank
into the growing hunger. She dug her fingers into his chest,
memorizing each new line of definition as she grasped for something
to cling to.
    The desperation that had been there last
night was gone, replaced with something steadier. More sensual. But
need still bubbled inside her. She wanted to burn every touch into
her memory to savor later. He brushed the bottom of her breast with
his thumb, and a gasp tore from her throat. He dragged a path
across her nipple, then back again, teasing through fabric.
Dampness grew between her legs.
    He kissed along the edge of her ear. “You
make delicious noises when you’re turned on.” His voice was so
quiet she felt it as much as heard it. “What kind of sounds do you
make if I do this?” He dragged the cup of her bra out of the way,
scraping lace and elastic over the tender skin.
    She sucked in a sharp breath through her
teeth. “That kind apparently.” It was a struggle to find words.
    “What if I do this?” He lowered his head, and
flicked his tongue over the jutting pink nub. Slowly at first, but
then building up speed.
    She squirmed against him with a whimper. An
ache called from between her thighs.
    “That’s good too.” He blew lightly on the
damp skin.
    Her head felt light as the blood rushed from
it. Squeaks and gasps pushed from her throat.
    “I’ve got a better place for this.” He
covered her hand with his.
    She managed a laugh. “Where’s that?”
    Palm against the back of her hand, he guided
them both lower. Her fingers brushed a bulge, hard and long,
outlined by denim, and he groaned. “Right there.”
    A new spark of desire raced through her, and
she traced his erection through his jeans. Each time she brushed it
from a new angle, or gripped his shaft, or caressed the head, he
responded. Kissing her nipple, sucking, nipping the flesh with his
teeth.
    She wasn’t sure how long they sat there,
clothes half-out of the way, groping and kissing while she sat on
the tailgate of her Suburban, him standing between her legs. But
this wasn’t making out with a boy at the lake. She could have more.
She drew his mouth back to hers, and kissed him hard, tongues
dancing around each other.
    When she broke away, she met his gaze. “We
should go back to my place. Or yours. Wherever.”
    His hungry gaze slid over her face. “What’s
wrong with here?”
    Heat rushed to her cheeks. “We’re outside.”
Except, did she actually mind?
    He nipped at her neck with his teeth, and
then her shoulder. “And no one’s around. We have the area to
ourselves. It’s dark.” He looked her in the eye again. “And tell me
the idea of getting caught isn’t at least a little exciting.”
    Her anticipation spiked. “It’s more than just
a little exciting.”
    “Good.” He dragged a thumb across her nipple
again. “Because I’ve tried. I