A Date with the Other Side (Cuttersville #1)(48)
Author: Erin McCarthy

Boston paused to remove them the rest of the way, caressing down her knees and calves, feeling the smooth firm muscle. “Nice clean shave.”

A strangled laugh left her mouth. “Thanks.”

“Take that rubber band out of your hair.” He wanted to see all that hair loose.

While he sat back and shoved off his jeans, Shelby went up on her elbows and reached into that pile of hair, jerked once, and snapped the band right out of her hair. It fell to her shoulders and below, big bouncy waves, thick and lustrous.

The sight about ripped the air right out of his lungs.

She was so feminine, so beautiful, that he could only shake his head. “Damn, you are incredible.”

A smile flashed at him, while the slow and leisurely one or two rockets at a time Cuttersville Fourth of July celebration continued. He had his boxers off in record time and didn’t bother to wait. He slapped a condom on with more force than finesse and looked up as Shelby tossed her shirt to the side.

She lay back on the blanket, hair spread around her, chest rising and falling with quick staccato breaths. Then she slowly and carefully dropped her legs wide, exposing her to him, and her arms opened, a come-hither look on her sexy face.

She didn’t need to ask him twice.

Boston moved between her thighs, and used one hand to open her swollen sex to him. He nudged at the entrance, teasing himself with her soft wetness while Shelby gripped his forearms and begged.

“Please, please . . .”

He couldn’t wait another second. With his own groan, he drove into her, thrusting her back against the blanket. Too late, he remembered it had been three years since she’d had sex, and the wince she fought to cover up reminded him. As did the tightness of her body, caressing him, wringing an agonized curse from his mouth.

“I’m sorry.” Boston bent to her and kissed her mouth softly, holding still inside her as he watched her face.

“I’m fine.” She pulled his head back to hers and kissed him this time, her tongue licking at his lips, demanding entrance.

He opened his mouth for her, and the kiss went hotter, her hands in his hair, and Boston gripped the smooth skin of her back and rolled them both over, still embedded in her.

Shelby lay across his chest, her br**sts pressing over him, her hair tickling his chest. Without moving inside her, he kissed her again, over and over, stroking her dewy flesh, cupping her backside until she started to thrust and grind against him.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it. Take what you want, Shelby.”

Her eyes locked with his, Shelby pushed herself back until she was sitting up, hair tumbling over her rosy ni**les. She adjusted her hips a little, fussed with her wrists, brushed her thumbs over his chest. Then she lifted and sank back down, her eyes drifting shut, her cheeks flushing, little pants of pleasure slipping out.

Never in his whole life had he seen anything as sexy as Shelby finding her rhythm on him, riding him faster and faster. He ground his teeth together, dug his heels into the blanket, and forced himself to not do a damn thing.

It was worth every tense muscle when she ground that swollen button against him and yelled out loud enough to wake the dead, who probably weren’t asleep anyway. Shelby shuddered and pressed through her climax, eyes half closed, inner muscles trembling over him, and Boston fought his own release.

“No way,” she said with a shaky laugh, squeezing his shoulders. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

He was so goddamn glad it had. Reaching out with a growl, he buried his hands in the lush caramel strands of her hair and twisted them around his knuckles. He tugged her forward. “Come here.”

Shelby had barely recovered from her orgasm, in fact was still shaky and trembling, when Boston used her hair like a leash and jerked her down onto his chest. “What?” she managed, trying to prop herself up a little so she wasn’t squashing him.

“I’m going to roll you over,” he said tightly, jaw clenched and breathing hard.

“Okay.” She didn’t think he was actually asking permission, but she was feeling like she’d agree to do just about anything after he’d delivered twice in one night again.

Then he flipped her smoothly, returning her to her back on the hill. The slight incline had her sliding down a little until he pressed his chest against hers and held her in place. Hands still tangled in her hair, bodies still intimately connected, he sucked her bottom lip. And then moved.

With a raw determination, a hard territorial thrust, fingers fanning her hair out and inadvertently pulling. But she didn’t care, not when he was moving, not when he was sliding into her with reckless, out-of-control drives.

And Lord have mercy, when she wrapped her legs around his hard thighs, she saw the Cuttersville fireworks grand finale bursting over her head behind his shoulder, the loud booms drowning out all sound but the rush of his groans past her ear.

His forehead pressed to hers, his eyes closed, hot breath fanning across her nose, and she felt him come inside her with a last pulsing thrust that had her moaning with him. Boston made her feel like the sexiest woman he’d ever gotten naked, and as she lay back on the ground like an overcooked noodle, she realized that this was much more than she’d ever bargained for.

“Oh, boy,” she said on a swallow, seeking reassurance in his eyes that this was ordinary sex to him, standard procedure that didn’t mean anything at all about the state of her heart.

But he just nuzzled against her with his mouth, nodding. His black eyes locked with hers. “Oh, boy,” he agreed.

“Nice fireworks,” she ventured, sure she was wrong, and that no doubt he’d had cornfields full of sex better than what they’d just shared.

“Best I’ve ever seen,” he said, confirming for her that they could never do this again.

Chapter Fifteen

Boston showed up for the Saturday six o’clock Haunted Cuttersville Tour on July fifth, right on time but full of trepidation.

For one thing, there was a large crowd of twenty gathered on his front porch, waiting for him.

For another, after the incredible blanket bonanza under the stars the night before with Shelby, he felt a little bit like Red-Eyed Rachel had conked him on the head with a candlestick.

Shocked. Stunned. Dazed.

It wasn’t every day he realized he’d just about fallen in love with a woman. In fact, this was the first. And given the vague, glassy expression on Shelby’s face when he’d dropped her off the night before, and the single-syllable replies she’d given him, she had also been experiencing something other than unadulterated bliss.