Page 22 of Ice Cold, Red Hot
CHAPTER 11
CELESTE
I kissed Shepherd like I might never get enough of him—because for all I knew, I wouldn’t. If I’d learned anything since arriving at Coldwater, it was that Shepherd Renshaw, the hot, sensitive guy I’d met this summer, did not exist. At least not for long.
And now that I’d cracked him? I wasn’t letting go.
He held me to him, my legs wrapped around him, and my chest pressed to his as I held his jaw between my hands and kissed him hard. Little groans escaped him when I tried something different—used my teeth, or sucked his lip—and they were stirring things up inside me until I couldn’t think. I was hands, hips, mouth … I was physicality. There was almost no thought involved.
I barely noticed when Shepherd shifted, moving us to the bed, until my back hit the comforter. He lowered me gently, carefully, and it reminded me of the guy I’d met over the summer—thoughtful, kind. Shepherd didn’t break the kiss as he climbed over me, covering me with his enormous body.
Every dream I’d had since the summer had been like this—Shepherd dominating me, his hands, his mouth, his cock everywhere at once. And me… here for it. One hundred percent in the moment.
Shepherd’s hands skated up my sides, pushing my shirt up until I had no choice but to release him and raise my arms overhead to let him push it off of me. The tight jeans I wore felt restrictive too, but I was savoring the lead-up. I didn’t want to rush things despite the urgency building inside me.
I tugged at the hem of his shirt, and it was off a second later, Shepherd’s muscular chest pressed to mine as his mouth found mine again.
We rolled, each of us on our sides with our legs tangled together. My hands were searching, grabbing, pulling. I couldn’t get him near enough, close enough. I found the fly of his jeans and snapped it open, then pushed my hand inside, past the elastic of his boxer briefs where the head of his cock was already pressing its way out. As I wrapped my hand around him with a moan, Shepherd let out a hiss and everything inside me ramped up even higher. I loved that I could turn him on, that I had such an effect on a guy who seemed so put together and in charge when I saw him out of the bedroom. There was something so hot about knowing the effect I had on him.
I stroked him hard, and for a minute, he stilled at my mouth—I had the sense he was fighting for control. Then he grabbed my wrist and removed my hand.
“You don’t want?—?”
“I want it all,” he ground out. “Just not too fast.”
I smiled at him then, and for a split second, our eyes metand we were back on the secluded dock at the edge of the lake, the moon overhead as we lay in the blankets he’d spread out for us.
He kissed me again, hard, and then moved down to unfasten my jeans and slide them from my legs. He had to slide down my body to do it, and as he stood at the end of my bed, illuminated only by the light shining in my window, I wondered if maybe I was dreaming. Heaven knew I’d dreamed that Shepherd would come to me in here… but that’s all it had been until now—a dream.
As he watched me, a faint smile on his perfect lips, he pushed his jeans and boxer briefs from his hips in one movement and then stood there a moment longer. His cock jutted up, proud and angry, determined just like him. And then he was on me again, his lips tracing up my inner thighs as his hands attached themselves to my hips.
Shepherd’s tongue traced teasing lines up each thigh, over the apex of my legs and down again, as his fingers began to play with the silky flesh at my center. When his fingers found my clit, I gasped and stiffened before relaxing into it. When his tongue replaced his fingers, I let my head fall back and everything I felt narrowed down to that one point. To his mouth, his tongue, his guttural groans as every muscle inside my body tightened and pulled, ready to spring loose.
As his tongue laved my center, teasing and taunting but never giving me what I really needed, I whimpered and writhed, fighting my desire to take over, to make him give me what I needed. Like him, I wanted to savor this… what if it never happened again?
Just when I thought I couldn’t take another second,Shepherd’s tongue landed right where I needed it, and two of his fingers teased my entrance before sliding inside me, I moaned with relief, but it wasn’t enough, and his tongue was building my desire higher and higher. Just when I thought I might be able to wrench some relief, he moved away.
“What?” I lifted my head from the mattress, my hands unfisting from the sheets beneath me.
“So impatient,” he breathed, sliding up over my body until his hot, throbbing cock landed on my thigh.
I could barely speak, I was so tuned out, and what came out was a kind of whimper moan as I reached for him, wrapping my hand around his length.
He hummed his pleasure as his mouth found mine again and his hand moved to play with my breast. His head dipped, nipping at my throat just beneath my ear as his fingers toyed with my nipple and I stroked the velvet softness of his length, over and over.
“God, that feels good, baby,” he whispered into my ear. My heart shivered at the softness in his tone, the feelings I’d tried to erase rushing forward again as I remembered what it had been like between us. What I thought it might always be like.
I tried not to think, forcing myself to exist in sensation alone.
Shepherd had already proven that I couldn’t trust him. But for now, at least, it didn’t mean I couldn’t fuck him.
“Condom,” I whispered, barely able to form the word as Shepherd notched himself at my entrance. “Drawer.”
He froze over me, his dark eyes finding mine. “You keep condoms next to your bed?”
No. He was not allowed to be jealous and irritating. Not now. “I’m responsible, Shepherd.”
He leaned across me and reached for one, grinning down at me as he pulled out the entire box. Unopened. “Were you thinking of me when you bought these?”
