Page 50 of Naughty by Nature

“If you would be more comfortable we can plan a six-month engagement, then set a wedding date. It’s just formality to me.”

She screwed up her face. “We’ve barely been on speaking terms for the past seven years. And you want to get married?”

He cocked his head at her. “I’ve been on speaking terms, you haven’t, but we’re over that hurdle. Right?”

“Yes,” she affirmed. She felt stupid, now, avoiding him all that time.

“And I think,” he said softly, reaching out to run a finger over her collarbone, making her shiver, “that physically, we’re going to be perfect together.”

Cheyenne wanted to confirm that. She wanted to be like Payton and Brock, having sex at the drop of a hat, but she wasn’t sure she could do that. It had been seven years since that last time…

She could almost hear Payton’s voice ringing in her head. So what’s holding you back?

Nothing.

For the first time in seven years, Cheyenne reached for something of her own. She closed the distance between them, letting her body slide against his, her arms going around his neck. Sheridan gasped and she was glad she could surprise him.

“Don’t think that because I’m hard and aching that you have to do anything about it,” he told her softly. “It’s my issue, not yours.”

Kicking her legs in the water, she met his gaze. “What if I want it to be my issue?”

Contracting her belly, she wrapped her long legs around his waist. Sheridan groaned, his hands moving down to cup her bottom. Cheyenne could immediately feel his hardness between her thighs. This time, Cheyenne gasped, pleasure bolting through her.

“Cheyenne, you’re trying to kill me.”

Feminine satisfaction surged through her and she took a moment to bask in it. Just the tiny burst of pleasure she’d just felt had been amazing, but she had a feeling Sheridan could do so much more for her.

“Touch me, please,” she whispered.

They suddenly lunged through the water, Sheridan carrying her, her legs still around his waist as they left the pool. She would have walked but he held her tight to him, his hardness riding her cleft the entire way.

Cheyenne worried that some trigger would suddenly flip, sending her off the deep end into terror, but she only felt excitement and need.

Sheridan carried her to a lounge chair against the far wall, out of direct sight of the windows. Even now he was thinking about the girls, protecting them. And as he laid them on the lounge chair he made sure to use his broad back as a wall, leaning on his right elbow over top of her.

Cheyenne’s skin began to cool in the air, but the arousal made her burn. She’d thought that her body would take a while to warm up, but that wasn’t the case. As Sheridan lay beside her she missed the feeling of his hardness between her thighs. She shifted her hips, clenched her inner muscles.

Sheridan stared down into her eyes, smiling slightly as she squirmed. “We’re not going to go too crazy, but I want to touch you, and see you. Will you let me do that, Cheyenne? You know you can say no at any time and I promise you I will stop.”

She nodded her head, reaching up to cup his face. Sheridan understood what she wanted because he leaned down, taking her lips with his own. They kissed like they’d been lovers for many years, moving with enthusiasm and familiarity. Cheyenne turned toward him onto her side, mirroring his pose as they explored each other’s mouths. He had one hand around her back, but Cheyenne pulled it around to rest upon her breast.

Once he felt her, his fingers tightened softly, molding her shape and he arched into her a little, as if he couldn’t help himself.

Cheyenne wanted to reach down and stroke him, but she didn’t want all this to be done. Wade, as loathe as she was to think his name at the moment, hadn’t given a care for her pleasure. He’d been very self-serving, and forced her to do things for him she hadn’t wanted to do. Cheyenne had been disgusted.

Sheridan teased her breast through the fabric of the swimsuit. “Can I see you?”

Cheyenne nodded and he stretched the nylon beneath the weight of her breast. In the light from the pool, Sheridan admired her.

It was a strange thing, letting him adore her, but it was what he was doing. He leaned his head low and pressed a kiss to the soft swell of her skin, then her nipple. Groaning, Cheyenne clutched at his wet head, holding him tight. Then he took her into his mouth, and she almost cried at the beauty of the feeling. Deeper and deeper he drew her flesh, and the draw seemed to be directly connected to her pleasure. Her nipples had never been especially sensitive, but something about the way Sheridan was manipulating her worked.

Cheyenne groaned, feeling moisture flood her lower body. Whether her mind was ready or not, her body would be. Without any conscious thought her hips shifted toward him, circling, grinding.

Sheridan’s free hand left her breast, skimmed the nylon-covered skin of her belly, then danced further down. Every slight touch felt like a lightning strike on her skin. When he cupped her at her thighs, Cheyenne cried out, shifting toward him. Sheridan used one finger to lightly stroke the area.

“Your swimsuit is wet, but this is very hot.”

“I’m excited,” she admitted. “No offense to you, but I’m way more excited than I expected.”

---