He reached down to touch her between her legs, keeping both of her hands pinned up against the metal hood. When his fingers reached her warmth, he gasped. She was dripping wet, her silken panties already soaked through.
“Lord,” he whispered, pulling a sharp breath into his lungs. The cool air cleared his head somewhat, but Shannon’s obvious desire had made him dizzy with anticipation.
“I want you,” she said. “I want you so badly.”
Julian moved down, one hand tearing off her panties while the other unbuckled his belt. He paused to look at her once she was nak*d under her dress.
“You’re incredible,” he said, his fingers outlining her warm pink slit. He hadn’t f**ked a real woman in ages. All of the sex he had gotten in the last year had been half-hearted blowjobs from fans who only wanted to get closer to Alex. Shannon was different. She was the real thing. Her tangles of red hair shone brightly in the moonlight and her dress clung tight to her body, swelling in all the right places.
He shuffled off his own pants and underwear, his erection raging hard as he leaned into her. He paused at her entrance, his c*ck warm and slick from her juices. He wanted this moment to last an eternity - time slowed down as his anticipation grew, and he felt himself twitch, the flames in his groin fanned high by her intoxicating presence.
“Don’t stop,” Shannon whispered. “Take me.”
There was no other word he needed to hear. He plunged himself between her, his rock hard c*ck forcing itself into her tight slit. Tight - god, she was tight. All of her folds were soft and slick, and he rocked himself back, then forward again, working his swollen c*ck in farther.
“Oh god! Oh! Yes!”
Shannon closed her eyes, and he reluctantly slowed himself down. At the rate he was going, he would come within a few seconds, and after getting so worked up he did not want to spend himself so quickly. But Shannon was twisting under his grip, her body clenching itself around his shaft in a delicious agony of friction tempered by her slickness.
He pushed himself in slowly, inch by agonizing inch. He ran his free hand along Shannon’s arm, her side, all the way down to her hip where he pressed her hard into the hood of the car. Shannon quivered under his touch, letting out soft gasps of pleasure.
“There!” she cried out as he moved inward. “Oh god— yes— there!”
Her moan pierced their air as she bucked against him, her legs twined around him pulling him tight around her. Then she shivered, her head thrown back, and the orgasm that echoed through her body in waves made him harder than ever.
“Oh god, Julian…”
Julian shifted forward, rocking himself even deeper into her body and tensing his muscles to keep himself from exploding. Shannon’s eyes went wide as Julian pressed himself against her body. He let go of her wrists and brought both of his hands to her head, running his fingers through her hair passionately. Red - bright red. He felt as though his entire body had caught fire.
Her hands came up and caressed his shoulders. He dipped into her, letting his thrusts grow faster as she caught her breath from her cli**x.
“Julian—”
He stopped her words with a kiss, pulling every drop of sweetness from her full lips. He dipped again, his lips still against hers, and she moaned hard.
That sound. It sent him into a frenzy, and he could not stop the passion that took hold of him. Thrusting harder, faster, he felt his entire body turn wild with desire.
“Yes, yes—”
She was on the verge of coming again, and he would not let himself release until she had reached her second peak. He plunged into her again and again, the sweet tight flesh tensing around his throbbing shaft, sending thrill after thrill into the heart of his body.
“Ohhhhhh!”
The sound that escaped her lips was something between a moan and a cry, and as her body went wild under his, pulling him hard against her, he could not help but let himself take her with the force he had always held suppressed deep within him. His body crashed into hers violently as she writhed in orgasm, feeling the wave of release rise up higher within his own self.
At the last moment he withdrew, gripping himself with one hand as his seed spurted out through his fingers. He cried out, his forehead wet with sweat, as he jerked once, twice, and then was spent.
He breathed hard, fast, trying to get his heart under control as his vision swam before his eyes.
Shannon sat up slowly and turned to grasp the panties that had been thrown half-heartedly aside. She wiped him with the dry parts of her underwear. The silk against his c*ck made him half-hard even as he was recovering from his cli**x. He took the panties from her, smiling.
“A little wet to wear, don’t you think?”
“Guess I’ll just have to go without them for tonight.”
At the sight of her mischievous smile, Julian felt his c*ck stir again. Before he could say anything, though, she pulled herself up and off of the car hood, balancing precariously on her heels while she steadied herself and pulled the hem of her dress down over her thighs. Those gorgeous thighs.
“Now get your pants on,” she said, one hand on her hip. “We’ve got dinner reservations.”
CHAPTER FIVE
As they drove through the mountains, Shannon leaned her head just outside the window, letting the cool air stream past her face and blow through her hair. Her skin was still hot from their lovemaking, and her heart beat just a shade faster than normal. The car’s engine growled as Julian shifted into a lower gear, accelerating around the mountain’s curves, and the vibrations sent new shivers up Shannon’s legs.
“What are you thinking?” Julian asked.
Shannon smiled. Her mind roiled with images of Julian and her pressed together, making love in unlikely places.
“You don’t want to know what I’m thinking.”
“No?”
“No. I’m thinking naughty things.”
“Then I definitely want to know what you’re thinking.”
Shannon turned in her seat, her hand reaching out to stroke Julian’s shoulder.
“I’m thinking about us. About how crazy this all is.”
“I want you to know I’ve never done anything like this before.” Julian pointed ahead through the windshield, and Shannon saw a tiny log cabin tucked away into the folds of the mountain, a thin line of smoke escaping from the chimney. The entrance was lit by a single rustic lantern.
“That’s where we’re going?”
“Yep.” Julian pulled off of the road and parked in a small parking lot. He helped Shannon out of the car. Her heels slipped on the gravel and he caught her arm, supporting her.
There was only one other car in the parking lot, a beat-up white van. The lantern flickered in the doorway of the small cabin, and the inside glowed invitingly through the window curtains.
“You’re sure you’re not going to chop me up, Mr. Serial Killer?”
“I promise I won’t.”
“What do you mean then, you’ve never done anything like this before?” Shannon let Julian lead her to the steps of the cabin. The wood boards creaked under her heels, and the wind whistled through the trees overhead. Julian paused on the doorstep, taking her by both hands.
“I’ve never fallen for anyone like I’ve fallen for you, Shannon. It scared me. And I acted like a jerk because I was scared.”
“Julian-”
“Please, Shannon. Just let me apologize.”
His eyes were rounded, watery, and Shannon let her protests fade away.
“I treated you worse than you ever deserve to be treated, and I want you to know that I’m never going to treat you badly again. I’ve been stupid to hold back, because I realize that you’re the most special person I’ve ever met. I’m sorry. Thank you for giving me another chance.”
He leaned forward and opened the door, and Shannon gasped. The room inside was filled with hundreds of candles from top to bottom, surrounding a table that looked like it had been plucked from a fancy French restaurant and placed in the cabin just for them. The large window on the side of the cabin opened up to the valley below, the city lights twinkling just as they had from the car lookout. Behind it all, a roaring fire heated the room, the flames licking at the wrought iron grate.
Julian kissed her hand. “I’m going to make this chance count.”
“Oh my god.” Shannon stepped inside of the cabin. “This… this is beautiful, Julian.”
“Now it is,” Julian said. His eyes were drinking her in, and for a moment Shannon could almost picture herself as he saw her, the shimmering dress lit by candlelight from all angles.
Julian closed the door and pulled a chair out for her. Shannon sat down, in awe of the resplendent beauty. The table linens were topped with ornate silverware, and rose petals lined her plate.
A soft knock came from behind, and Shannon turned her head to see the back door of the cabin open. A man in a tuxedo entered with a bottle of wine clasped in his white-glove clad hands. Behind him she could just see steam rising from a stovetop.
“Mr. Brennan,” the man said, bowing and offering the bottle for inspection. Julian approved and the man poured him each a glass.
“Shannon, this is Chef Louis Cantrelle,” Julian said. The man bowed again as he poured Shannon’s glass.
“Tonight I am chef, waiter, and sommelier,” the man said, winking. “I trust you will enjoy this one, Mr. Bremmer.”
“Thank you, chef,” Julian said.
“Is there anything I should avoid preparing for your dishes, mademoiselle? Any allergies or dislikes?”
Shannon shook her head. This was all too much for her to take in.
“Very well, then I will bring you your appetizers presently. Thank you and enjoy.”
“Thank you,” Shannon murmured. When he had left the room and closed the door, Shannon stared at Julian, who picked up his glass of wine, swirling it in the glass.
“How on earth did you do all this?” she said.
“This?” Julian gestured around, the candles flickering under the movement of the air. “This was nothing. But Chef Cantrelle was hard to get. I’ve eaten several meals at his restaurants, but he is normally so busy that it was hard to pull him away for an evening.”
“I imagine.”
Julian leaned forward.
“Really, though, once I told him I was trying to impress a girl, he was very excited for it. I can’t wait to see what he makes.”
“You mean you don’t know?”
“Oh, no! I wouldn’t dare to ask. I’m sure it will be delicious, though, all of it.”
It was delicious.
The appetizer was bowls of mussels steamed in a garlic and white wine cream broth, with the flakiest, freshest bread Shannon had ever tasted on the side to mop up the leftover broth. Then came a course of braised lamb followed by a goat cheese and walnut salad. By this time Shannon thought she might burst to overflowing, but each course tasted better than the last. She had drunk two glasses of wine by the time the main dish arrived, and she felt as though the air in the room had been changed, transformed by the delightful food and the even more delightful conversation. It was a rarefied atmosphere, and the twinkling lights around her made her head spin even more.