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After a few hours of sanding and spackling, Vance drove them back to his house. They’d eaten pizza with the rest of the bunch, and Shayla had felt like she was a part of their group. Sam had stopped scowling, and Brodix had flirted enough that Vance had threatened bodily harm if he didn’t cut it out. Shayla’s head was still reeling. They were an overwhelming bunch in comparison to her own family. She’d never been allowed to tease and play the way the Jennings brothers did. It was without a doubt a day to remember.
Shayla’s pulse quickened as they reached Vance’s house in his truck. She glanced over at him, wondering at his quiet mood. The green light from the dashboard cast an odd glow over the angles of his face. She could see a muscle in his jaw jump, and her pulse quickened. When he pulled into his driveway and killed the engine, Shayla held her breath, unsure what to expect next. Without a word, he grabbed the keys from the ignition and got out. She clutched her purse in a tight fist as she watched him jog around to her side. Suddenly, her door opened, and Vance stood there, a large barrier between her and the rest of the world. He leaned in, pressed his mouth to hers, and Shayla promptly surrendered. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave in to the need to taste him. There were hints of the peppermint candy he’d sucked on after dinner, but mostly it was Vance’s unique flavor she craved. When he ended the kiss, they were both breathing heavily.
“Ready?” Vance asked, his voice low and rough as he held a hand out to her.
She didn’t have to ask ready for what, because she knew he meant to make love to her. It was there in the firm set of his shoulders and the dark look in his eyes. Shayla put her hand in his and nodded. By the time they were in Vance’s bedroom, Shayla couldn’t seem to catch her breath.
“You worked your butt off at the diner today,” he murmured against her lips. “Are you sure you aren’t too beat?”
“I’m never too tired for you. Never,” she said, meaning it. Vance was better than caffeine: one touch and she was alert and raring to go. She placed her hand on his cheek and felt little flecks of sawdust and his five o’clock shadow beneath her fingers. The smell of paint lingered in the air between them. It permeated their clothes. Shayla knew they should shower first, but she didn’t want to wait another second. She wanted Vance naked. Every, smooth, solid inch of him on display for her to stroke and kiss.
“I’ve wanted to do this all damn day, honey,” he whispered as he pulled her over to the bed.
Shayla’s hands had a mind of their own, it seemed, skating over the hard, muscular length of Vance’s shoulders and back. Their clothes somehow disappeared, and Vance’s strong hands clutched her tightly against him. Vance’s hard cock against her belly had her mind going utterly blank. When her legs quivered, she felt her body being lifted as Vance cradled her in his arms and pressed his lips to hers. Her bones melted. He never removed his mouth from hers as he placed her in the center of the bed. He angled his head as if attempting to get a better taste of her, before pulling back a mere inch.
She felt bereft without his touch. It scared her to think he’d gotten under her skin so fast. Shayla hadn’t anticipated how fulfilling it would be to have Vance back in her life. Today, she’d been surrounded by his family, and it’d seemed like a piece of her life had fallen into place. After so many years without Vance, it was almost too much to take in, but God, how she’d missed his playfulness.
When Vance had included her in the fun as they’d worked side by side, Shayla had felt right at home. The Jennings family could be an overwhelming bunch to a woman who’d grown up veritably alone the way she had, but Shayla adored every second spent in their company. And having Vance’s full attention now sent a zing of pleasure through her.
With a swiftness that surprised her, Vance came down on the bed and lay down next to her. A pair of large, calloused hands grasped her around the waist, pulling her up and sitting her down on top of him in one smooth motion. At once, Shayla felt totally exposed.
He seemed to sense her nervous jitters. “You’re beautiful, Shayla,” he murmured. “I want to watch you this time.” She started to say something, anything, but Vance hushed her with a finger to her kiss-swollen lips. “You can be the one to run the show when we’re in this position. Wouldn’t you like that?”
To be in control of the powerful Vance Jennings? Yeah, Shayla liked the idea a lot. When his arousal pushed at the cleft of her bottom, a little thrill ran through her. He was hard for her. She wanted to think that no other woman could do that to Vance, but she knew she’d be kidding herself. Still, she could pretend.
Shayla wiggled her hips, and the sound of her n
ame came from somewhere deep inside of Vance. The sight of him beneath her held her spellbound. A sexy dusting of dark curly hair sprinkled his muscular chest, and his six-pack abs made her anxious to dance her fingers across every hard inch of him. As her gaze wandered lower, she took in the enticing trail of hair that brought her to his cock, which stood out from his body, a long, thick length of steel that had Shayla’s mouth watering. When she glanced into his hazel eyes, they darkened with the fire burning bright inside him. She watched his lips thin as if he wasn’t too sure about letting her be in charge all of a sudden.
“Are you certain you wouldn’t rather be on top?” she offered. “I don’t mind.” He was such a sexual man, meeting his needs suddenly seemed like a major undertaking. She didn’t know if she had it in her to please him.
“I’m sure,” he said in a rough voice. “I like seeing your pretty body perched on top of me. I’m free to explore this way.”
When Vance’s hands closed over her breasts and massaged, Shayla became lost to the sensation of his work-scarred palms teasing her sensitive nipples. She closed her eyes and began to move her hips back and forth, slowly at first, enjoying the feel of his hard cock nestled between her buttocks. Bracing herself on his chest, she rolled her hips back and forth, clenching her thighs around him. Vance growled low in his throat and moved his hands to her ass cheeks. He squeezed and tore a moan from deep within Shayla. She opened her eyes again and bent down far enough that her nipples grazed his chest hair. The dark curls rasped them to taut peaks.
“Kiss me, honey,” Vance urged.
Unable to deny him a single thing, Shayla brought her mouth to his and licked at his full lower lip. God, no man should have a mouth so beautiful. Her teeth nibbled at the satiny skin, and his arms came around her and crushed her to him. She felt herself spiraling out of control, felt Vance’s instinctive need to dominate boiling to the surface. He was more demanding, and definitely rougher than before. The grown-up Vance had a wild side, and it turned Shayla on something fierce. Her passion burned hotter as she gave herself freedom to do the things she’d dreamed of for so many years.
Shayla rose up a fraction and gazed into his heavy-lidded eyes. “I want to taste more of you,” she said. “Please.”
As if not trusting himself to speak, Vance nodded. She lowered her head to his chest and tasted his salty skin. He was so deliciously male, Shayla knew she’d never get enough. Her tongue darted out and laved his nipple. Her fingers curled in his chest hair, and she tugged a little. He groaned, and Shayla smiled. She slid down his body, oblivious to her own nudity now, and kissed his flat, rock-hard abs. She ran her hands over his steely chest and his thick biceps. Shayla had a need to touch him everywhere at once, to memorize every line and angle.
When she reached his cock, Shayla looked up the length of him and saw the raw need in his gaze as he watched her, his entire body still and tense. She swept her hair out of the way and lowered her head. Without breaking eye contact, Shayla grasped him in her hand and squeezed.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled.
Her tongue darted out to taste his dripping wet tip. A sense of feminine excitement ran through her when she saw the look of pure pleasure on Vance’s face.
His hands came up and burrowed in her hair, pulling her head onto his cock a little more. Soon, Shayla had half his length inside her mouth. She sucked, hollowing her cheeks, and Vance cursed. Without warning, he pulled her upward until she was once again seated on top of him.
Curious if she’d done something wrong, Shayla asked, “Didn’t you like it?”
Vance tapped her nose. “Another few seconds and I would’ve been fucking that hot mouth of yours.”
As his words registered, Shayla decided to tease him a little. “So on a scale of one to ten, I’m a ten. Is that what you’re saying?”
He chuckled. “You’re a twenty, beautiful, believe me,” he murmured. “But I want to be inside you. Deep. You going to make me beg?”
