Page 91 of Shadow's Surrender
“If you want it bad enough, it’ll happen.”
“I would make a lot more money. How was your day?”
“Interesting.” Shadow decided he’d tell her about her dad’s visit when they were together. “Are you up for El Tecolote? I got a hankering for their smothered green chile tacos.”
“That sounds so good. I’m starving.”
Shadow locked the outside door and strode over to his Harley. “Me too. I’ll be there in fifteen.”
“Come on up because I want to change out of my work clothes.”
“See you soon.”
He slid the phone into the pocket of his cut, then got on his bike and took off toward Scarlett’s place.
When she opened the door, he swept her up in his arms and kissed her passionately.
“I missed you, darlin’,” he whispered against her lips, walking her backward into the condo. The fruity scent of her shampoo filled his nostrils, and he inhaled deeply. “You smell good.”
“Shadow,” she sighed, leaning into him.
Her nipples were hard against the thin fabric of her top, and he groaned and rubbed against her.
“Fuck, darlin’.” He gently took her earlobe between his teeth, nipping it.
Scarlett audibly sucked in a breath. Her hand on his bicep curled into the fabric of his T-shirt, drawing him even closer.
He trailed kisses down her neck and then over the top of her shoulder and back along the curve toward her ear, and with each of Scarlett’s moans and whimpers, Shadow’s cock ached for release. He buried his hand in her hair and pulled her in so tight that it was like they were fused together. Then he slowly inched his mouth over to hers and kissed her over and over again. Quick kisses. Long, slow kisses. Gentle lip brushes. Tiny nips and passionate caresses.
Shadow pulled back a bit and ran the back of his fingers over the side of her face. Scarlett’s eyes were heated with desire, yet soft with arousal, and damn, she was beautiful.
“Scarlett,” he growled, then his mouth came to hers again, hard and demanding.
She clawed at his back, tongues meshed together, groans bounced off the walls.
“Shadow,” she moaned.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped as he broke away and yanked her shirt over her shoulders. His mouth fused to hers again, then tore down her throat and over her tits as his teeth nipped and his hands squeezed—possessing, bruising as they moved over her body.
Scarlett grabbed at his T-shirt, and he moved back a bit to let her push it up and run her fingers over his muscles and down to the waistband of his jeans. He pressed his hard cock against her, loving the way she moaned in frustration as she tried to undo the belt buckle.
Then Shadow slid his hands under her skirt and jerked her panties down, and her head fell back on a sharp cry.
“I need you,” he said as he whirled her around and slammed her against the wall. He threw her lacy underwear on the ground, pulled down his boxers and jeans, then unclasped the front of her bra and sucked one of her hard nipples in his mouth while he tweaked the other with his fingers.
“Oh God,” she said, gripping his shoulders.
Unable to hold out anymore, Shadow lifted her up and her legs curled tightly around him. He grabbed her ass with one hand and shoved into her.
“Fuck,” he grunted.
“Feels so good,” she panted. “I want it hard and fast.”
“You got it, baby.” Shadow’s hands squeezed her ass cheeks.
He pulled out then thrust into her, her back against the wall, their mouths connected, and her heels digging into his back as he banged her exactly how she wanted it.
“So fuckin’ good,” he rasped as he pushed hard and deeper.
