Forrest, Dawn - Sweet Water Wedding: Sharing Shannon (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

He hung around to speak with her as everyone began to file out of the room for lunch. He waited patiently as she spoke with a few people but when he caught her eye she excused herself and approached him.

“That was a great lecture, Ms. O’Reilly.” He dropped his voice so that only she could hear. “Would you like to have dinner with me again tonight, Shannon?”

She stared at him for a moment. “I’d love to, but it’ll have to be a light meal or I’ll be Ten Ton Tessa before long.”

He raked his gaze up down and up her body and smiled. “I doubt that. How about dinner in my suite? The room service menu has some good lighter options.”

“Luke McKay, dinner in your room? Do you plan to show me your etchings too?” She raised one quizzical eyebrow.

He chuckled. “The only drawing I do is with a Smith and Wesson.”

“Oh, I see.” Shannon spoke as if she’d had a sudden realization. “That
was
a gun in your pocket last night. Are you a quick draw?”

 
He was taken aback for a second and watched the color rise in her cheeks. She’d said those words without thinking and mistaken his surprise for disapproval. She looked like she now wanted to take them back. He wasn’t going to let her.

“That depends, under certain circumstances yes,” he softly rumbled, “but I can fire repeatedly.” It was his turn to smile and hers to look shocked and, if he wasn’t mistaken, a little turned on. “See you at half past seven tonight. I’m in room one thousand, on the tenth floor.”

He turned and strolled away, not waiting for her answer. She’d be there. He had to concentrate fiercely on not obviously repositioning his buddy and balls, which were now throbbing in his tight pants.

* * * *

Assailed by an onslaught of lust and desire Shannon stood as if rooted to the floor watching him leave. She inhaled deeply and the air in her lungs seemed to tingle and radiate out into her chest. Her nipples hardened and she desperately wanted to rub her breasts to ease the ache. Her mouth actually began to water, and it wasn’t the only place weeping moisture, her panties dampened too. Dear God, a man hadn’t made her feel like this in a long while, well, actually...ever, and he hadn’t even touched her.

There was something so elementally attractive and right about Luke. She wished that there was more time to explore whatever they had between them because it was unlike anything she’d experienced before. Yes, the Pheromone Fairies were definitely out and about in force; there was no other logical explanation for the fact that she was contemplating screwing a stranger. She wanted to eat that man alive and yet she hardly knew him.
Morality be damned
. Shannon philosophically shrugged.
Even if I never see him again
. But that sad thought dampened her excitement.

Initially Shannon found it difficult to concentrate on anything other than the delicious thought of Luke McKay sprawled naked across a bed. Nevertheless she somehow managed to get through lunch, keeping up light chitchat with oil business executives, gently pressing the need for early environmental input, particularly at the site selection stage of any development. She politely declined two dinner invitations from very pleasant men. After the buffet meal she attended a workshop on the issues surrounding Arctic and Antarctic development, and she soon became engrossed because the environmental implications were potentially huge.

After the workshop officially ended she became involved in further discussion and also chatted to the conference organizers who thanked her for stepping in at the last minute. She was caught by surprise when she looked at her watch and saw that it was 7:10 p.m.
Damn, better hoist my sails and get a move on.
Shannon nearly sprinted to her room. No way was she turning up without showering and wearing granny knickers and nylon tights, no one needed to see that. She deposited her laptop on the bed, stripped off her clothes, and headed to the bathroom with a pink plastic cap on her head.
Gorgeous look.
She complimented herself with a snigger as she caught her reflection in the mirror.

It was a quick but rigorous scrub in the shower, followed by a vigorous towel shimmy as she rapidly dried herself. She brushed her teeth and applied a little makeup, but decided to leave her hair pinned up due to lack of time. Literally hopping around the small room and nearly eating the carpet a few times, she dressed. Remembering the Scout motto, “Be Prepared,” she donned a black lace bra with matching panties and stockings.
Oh, yes, I wear sexy uncomfortable lingerie all the time.
Next she threw on a black skirt that finished just above the knee and an emerald-green fitted blouse with short sleeves and a low neckline. Due to lack of choice, she wore the same black heels as last night, her “shag me shoes,” Rachael called them.

She checked herself in the full-length mirror.
Ta-da. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Shannon O’Reilly, sexy and sophisticated to be sure.
Then she turned around and tripped over her handbag on the floor.
Agh! Maybe not.
Ready with no minutes to spare she grabbed the offending handbag. She didn’t bother to empty it of paper, pens and Jelly Babies, but added a condom,
better make that three,
as she was feeling optimistic. Five minutes later, looking cool and unhurried, she was knocking on Luke’s door.

Chapter 6

Luke took a deep breath when he heard the soft knocking.
Slow and steady seduction, slow and steady, boy,
he warned himself. No way did he want to scare off the interesting and beautiful woman that he knew was on the other side of the door. He wanted to persuade her to stay longer, try to get her home to Meadow Ridge County, and introduce James.

The simple act of opening the door had never felt so dauntingly significant before. It was the first part of the mating game. There she was, the object of his desire, standing before him, smiling and looking irresistible.

He cleared his throat and softly welcomed her. “Hi, come on in.”

He stepped back to give her room to pass and detected her natural fragrance wafting through the air, teasing his nose and sending his libido into overdrive. He shut the door slowly and gently, closing his eyes and trying to steady himself. He turned around to find her watching him. Was she checking out his ass? He smiled at the sheepish look in her eyes, and the slight blush of pink on her cheeks, yeah, she was.

She looked away quickly and gestured to the large room. “Now, you see this illustrates the difference between oil business people and environmentalists. My room’s a shoe box,” she joked.

He leaned over with the intent of only giving her a kiss on the cheek but, as he moved to close the gap between them, he caught her alluring natural feminine fragrance again and couldn’t resist inhaling deeply and savoring the scent. His nostrils flared and his eyes closed briefly. When he opened them he held her heated stare.

“I’ve never...what’s happening?” she murmured, their lips only an inch apart. Her sweet, minty breath sounded shallow.

He knew exactly what she meant. “I don’t know.” He spoke softly, almost a whisper. “It’s new for me too.”

For a moment neither moved, then Shannon leaned forward, raised her arms around his neck and captured his lips with hers. What first began as a gentle kiss soon progressed into a passionate plunder of his mouth. At first he followed her lead, restraining himself, but when she ran her fingers through his hair and her tongue slid over his, he lost it.
Slow and steady? Not going to happen.

He took control, pressing back, taking possession, and gave in to his escalating need. God, she tasted sweet, felt good, and sounded so sexy with the little moans that escaped from her lips. She cleaved to him, rubbing up against his body and very obvious erection. It enflamed his desire and lust burned away any thought other than to have this woman.

He groaned and responded, kissing her deeply and almost savagely. He pushed her against the wall, running his large hands down her body as she ran her hands under his plain white T-shirt, and pulled it over his head. Then she did a most curious thing, she sniffed the T-shirt and murmured a soft sound of appreciation. With his hands against the wall on either side of her head he stared at her with an eyebrow raised in query. For a second she looked a bit embarrassed.

“You smell great,” she offered by way of explanation.

“Come closer,” he said temptingly, “and experience the real thing.”

She licked and bit her lower lip, then leaned closer to his bare torso, inhaling deeply through her nose. She rested her little hands on the hard wall of his well-developed pectoral muscles and the smattering of dark chest hair on his tanned, taut skin. He was now more than ever thankful for the time and effort he put in helping out on his parents’ ranch because she seemed to appreciate his work-hardened physique.

Luke deftly undid the buttons of her blouse while he continued to kiss her, pulling on her bottom lip and nibbling her neck and ear. He palmed her breasts, gently rubbing in a circular motion, lightly squeezing the lace cups. Her fingers wove into his hair, urging him on with teasing little pulls. He redirected a hand to her skirt, bunching it up around the top of her thighs so that she could wrap her legs around him as he lifted her up. He noted with surprised glee that she wore stockings.

Now he had her literally trapped between the wall and a hard place and could feel his hard, cotton-covered cock against her panty-protected pussy. There were too many layers separating them.

“Hold tight,” he instructed as he grabbed her ass and walked easily with her to the bedroom.

He sat down on the edge of the big bed and she straddled his lap even closer, grinding against his groin and pushing her breasts against his chest. He quickly got rid of her blouse as they continued to kiss and explore each other’s mouths. She pushed him so that he leaned back a little, needing his arms for support.

“Stay,” she ordered, giving a little wiggle before climbing off him.

She shimmied out of her skirt and stood before him in her sexy underwear and high heels. He made a deep growl of appreciation.

“You are a very beautiful woman Shannon. I want to pleasure you, darlin’, give you what you want, what I think we both need.”

“I’m very hungry, Luke,” she informed him huskily.

“Well, how about an appetizer?” he drawled, undoing his pants and pushing them and his boxers down. His nine-inch long and very thick cock stood proudly to full attention.

She gasped. “Hell, McKay, that looks more like a main course.”

“Texan prime beef, darlin’, wanna try some?”

She licked her lips and slowly moved closer to him. Sinking to her knees she helped him out of his trousers and then spread his legs, settling herself between them. He could feel his heart beating faster in response to his anticipation. Holding his lust filled gaze with her own, she leaned over and licked the pre-cum from the top of his glistening, round, purple-red helmet. He took a sharp intake of breath as she swept the flat of her tongue around and under the rim.

“Mm, you taste good,” she breathed. She licked the length of his shaft as she cupped his balls, gently squeezing the heavy sac.

He faced a dilemma, he wasn’t going to last very long but didn’t want to stop her exquisite oral ministrations. She deepened the cock kiss, clamping her full-lipped, rosebud mouth around his girth and sliding tightly all the way down, taking him completely to the back of her throat. Creating a little suction, she dragged her lips back up along his length. Again and again she did this with small variations, lightly scraping her teeth, or probing around the underside of his cockhead, tickling the sweet spot.

Holy hell, Shannon O’Reilly was a maestro on the purple oboe. He couldn’t help but lie further back on his elbows as his body began to quake. At one point she carefully sucked one of his balls into her mouth and licked the sensitive skin between his cock and anus. Jesus, she was giving the best head he’d ever had and he was going to come hard.

He felt the small tremors that warned of impending ejaculation.

“If you don’t want to—” he started to say, but she responded by sucking harder and holding him tight in her warm, wet mouth, looking into his eyes just before he lost his load.