Rearing Heat

Dex’s cock rocked back and forth between her sprayed legs, teasing the seam of her jean, which lit her clit on fire. The pressure and sexual tension that flew between them was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Oh, yeah, she had passion in her life, but never this unbelievable humming need that made her want to be butt-naked under this man with every fiber of her being, to have him drive his cock into her like a stallion, riding her until she begged for mercy. Damn, she was beyond horny, unable to stop the flow of carnal sensations that threatened to tow her under and ravage her to the bone.

Abruptly, cool air took the place of body heat as he pulled away from her. “If I don’t take this somewhere else, we are going to put on a show right here on the seat of my truck.” Unwrapping Shayla’s legs from around his waist, he swung her about then tilted her head up to look straight into her eyes. Dex’s eyes were dilated and glassy. Hooded lids pronounced his sexual arousal. At least he was no better off than she was.

"I am going to be right back. Lock the doors and stay in the truck until I get back, okay?"

Only if you come back and fuck me until my body melts and my tongue hangs out, she wanted to say. "All right," she said instead.

He shut the door and walked back into the bar. Folding her arms on the steering wheel, she leaned forward and rested her forehead on them. What was she thinking? She had just met this stud muffin and she was ready to throw caution to the wind and sleep with the guy.

“Shayla, what the hell is wrong with you?” she asked aloud. “You have never acted so easy, but God, his kisses alone could make me come.”

The sudden opening of the door and the light going on in the cab of the truck startled her as she jerked upright and turned toward the doorway of the truck.

“Come on, let’s go.” Before she could respond, Dex lifted her out of the truck as if she weighted no more than a feather, setting her feet onto the ground, then grasping her hand and leading her quickly along the side of the bar. Shayla had to run to keep up with his long-legged stride.

“Where’s the fire? Could you slow down?” Shayla asked between gasps of breath.

“Nope. I am going to rock your world and then wear your ass as a hat,” he replied in a low growl as he glanced down at her with desire-painted eyes and a leer to match.

Oh, boy.

Oh, crap.

Up ahead, there was a row of doors lining a short stretch of a building. He walked up to a door with a number two on it and wasted no time inserting a key he had in his hand, opening it up before he yanked her inside. He swung Shayla around as soon as he locked the door. She found herself braced up against the door, his large body a solid wall of scalding heat. His lips urged her mouth open to take his tongue. The growing hunger started the moment his lips took control of hers, and she went wild, not just a little out of control but wildly aggressive, trying to rip the clothes from his body, wild. Tongues intertwined, bodies meshed and ground, hands grabbed and pulled as flesh meet flesh.

Dex reached down and cupped Shayla’s ass, lifting her up. “Lock those fine legs around my waist, mare.”

Whoa!

Shayla froze, pulling her lips just far enough away to speak, “Did you just call me a mare?” She held her breath, waiting to hear what he was going to say. Could she be so lucky to have found another of her kind—a shifter? What would the odds be of that happening? Say, a million to one? Could it be?

“Why else would I call you mare? Because you are one.” Dex’s face took on a look of puzzlement. “You did know I am an equestrian shifter, right?” But her look must have clued him in she hadn’t an inkling. “You really didn’t know, did you?”

He pulled her over to the bed and sat her next to him. “How could you not know what I am?” He waited for her to answer, as if what she said next mattered.

“No, I didn’t know. I have never met another of our kind.” Emotions she’d never experienced coated her like rich, thick molasses, and her vision blurred with unshed tears. “I thought I might be the only one. I figured I’d never get to meet another person like me.”