Rearing Heat

by Skylar Sinclair

  Slowly, she straightened upright, feeling his front molding to her backside, crowding even closer than proper. She bet he didn't care because her body sure in the hell didn't, either. Without thought, she leaned backward into the solid wall of molten muscle.

  His hot breath whispered across her skin and made her shiver as he whispered, “Hello, my golden filly."

  The voice wrapped in low sexual gravel slithered down along her flesh in hot licks of desire. Under the force of his words alone, Shayla trembled with need, electrifying her body in heightened awareness. In her mind, she could hear him whispering in that same low tone in explicit detail what he wanted to do to her, what he wanted her to do to him. Shaking herself out of her sexual wanderings, she whipped around to confront the man. The only thing she saw when she did turn around, facing away from the bar, was a massive wall of pure muscle taking up her line of vision.

  Holy mother of God!

  Tilting her head back, and then back some more, she connected with the most striking pair of light amber-colored eyes shadowed with thick lashes. The low lightning of the bar fell across his strong masculine features, creating the look of carved flesh deeply tanned by the sun. Feathering of lines around his eyes and mouth only added to his handsome face, giving him character. Dark, day-old stubble lining his lower face screamed sexy to the max, and his collar-length, midnight black hair fell about his head in a disheveled way that only on him considered manly and macho. On another man, it would have looked too feminine.

  He tipped his head to the side in an animalistic fashion. His full lips spread in a smile fit for a predator and his nostrils flared as if he was sniffing her.

  Is he sniffing me?

  All he needed to do was lick his lips and his whole ‘on the hunt’ look would be complete, and then he did just that, letting the tip of his tongue slowly sweep across his bottom lip while he stared intently at her.

  Holy crap, what a hunk! He is so way out of my league.

  Something seemed different yet familiar about this man—but what? Why was her body acting this way? Finally, her brain snapped on. “Could you back up and give a girl some room, cowboy?"

  "Nope."

  Why, that overbearing horse's ass, she thought. She reached up and put her palms on his chest to give him a good shove out of the way. She might as well have been pushing on a brick wall because he didn't budge an inch. The only thing that did move was her heart racing as a charge of sexual arousal tore through her, causing her to gulp down as the raw heat consumed her from the tip of her hard nipples to her dripping wet panties. She snatched her hands toward her chest and leaned as far away from him as her body could go, which wasn't far with the bar biting into her back.

  He stood looking down at her as if she was a main course of a meal, and hell, if she didn't want to be. No man had ever looked at her with such unbridled lust, stripping away her clothing with his eyes. God, he was hot! Hot! Hot! Hot!

  It wasn't like men didn't find her attractive. It took a certain type of man to be interested in a short, overweight woman, and a man looking like he did, handsome and rugged and extremely confident like he was born with attitude, could have any woman he wanted. Right now, unbelievably, he wanted her. It didn't take a mind reader to see the unadulterated hunger radiating off him in waves that took her breath away, causing her stomach muscle to lockdown as her soaked panties clung to her pussy.

  Before she figured out something smart-ass and snappy to say to him, he figuratively hit her below the belt. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I truly mean that."

  That shot all her nasty comebacks to hell. Damn, did he have to pull out the ace in the hole and tell her the one thing she'd never had a man say to her, but always hoped one would?

  * * * *

  He'd read her reaction just as easily as if she had spoken them. Dex could tell by the way she wore her frown lines across her forehead and her pretty pink lips pursed in thought that either she'd never had a man tell her how beautiful she was or she thought him full of shit. He needed to know her name, feel it roll off his tongue in sexual abandonment in the heat of passion.

  "What is your name, luscious?” Again, she looked at him as if he'd grown two heads. He wasn't backing off. Instead, he leaned even closer, loving the contact of their bodies nestled together. “My name is Dex, Dex Legend, and I have been looking all over for you."

  Now he could tell he'd grabbed her curiosity when she angled her head to the side and her lips softened into a half smile. “My name is Shayla Smith."

  "Well, Shayla Smith, it is my pleasure to meet you.” Dex ran the side of his knuckle down her cheek, staring into her eyes. “Would you care to dance?"

  He didn't want to take his eyes off her lovely face. She reminded him of a beautiful, full-figured Pamela Anderson. Luscious lips, flawless complexion and the most expressive hazel-shaded eyes. Her large, deep-set eyes, fringed with fluttery lashes, conveyed her sexual interest and desire like a beacon in the night.

  Even in the dimly lit bar, her hair shone like silky strands of spun angel hair, picking up the different colors that reflected around the bar. Dex had never seen anyone more beautiful than Shayla right now, and nothing or no one would get in his way of claiming this woman.

  His body acknowledged what she was to him in an aroused state, leaving him hard and his inner stallion rearing to take her. Unable to think of anything else but covering her with his body, sinking into her soft generous curves, indulging in everything carnal with her, showing her how good he could make her feel. His need snarled at him to the point that only she and no one else would quench his thirst as he buried himself as deep as he could into her heat, savoring her until nothing else mattered, hearing her screams while he rode her until she was hoarse and compliant beneath him.

  "Sure, but you might want to guard your toes. I'm not a very good dancer,” Shayla shyly admitted.

  "You're so tiny, I don't think your little feet are going to hurt these big, size fourteen dogs of mine if you happen to step on them.” He smiled when her eye widened. Yeah baby, that's not the only thing on my body that size and I cannot wait to show you. Dex groaned as thoughts flashed in his head of her hot pussy stretching around his cock, enveloping him in damp heat.

  Taking her hand, using his body to shield her, he maneuvered her effortlessly between the tables and chairs toward the crowded dance floor. A slow western tune had just started playing as Dex gathered her into his arms, pulling her firmly against his body. With her small stature, the top her head barely reached his chest. He instinctively curled his body around her. He could feel all of her lush curves blending and fitting against him. Her long hair brushed across his hands in strands of flowing silk.

  Dex could easily imagine the heat between her legs radiating up through his body, the stiff points of her nipples tempting him to suck their harden nubs. And those delectable plump lips of hers would look fine wrapped around his cock as he slid it in and out, moist and slick, from between that berry-stained mouth.

  Shayla felt perfect and right in his arms. His body naturally responded, hardening even more. It took all his control not to push her up against a wall and fuck her right in the middle of the bar, damn the consequences! Gritting his teeth and taking a deep breath helped very little in his desire to claim her body and soul.

  * * * *

  She'd never liked to dance. Shayla had two left feet, yet as she nestled in Dex's embrace, he easily controlled the movement of their bodies in a slow, sensuous, rhythmic motion. One arm around her shoulder, his fingers caressed the back of her neck and played with her hair while the other arm rested low around her hip. His hard-on pressed tight against her stomach. The damn thing seemed to reach almost between her breasts.

  He bent close and whispered in her ear, “You feel so damn good in my arms.” The hand on her hip moved down to grip her ass. “Everything about you is perfect."

  His words sent a spurt of sizzling arousal down her spine to pool deep within her sex
.

  The low lighting created shadowed images of the other couples dancing by. The sounds of hushed voices and boots shuffling along the wooden floor weaved a seductive spell, drawing her under, seducing her that much more.

  Swaying as one, he dipped his head and kissed the rapid pulse at the side of her throat. The lime scent of his hair tickled her nose. He opened his mouth, licking, sucking and nipping the sensitive skin of her neck. His wet tongue made Shayla think of slick flesh rubbing together, warm nights and tangled sheets.

  She easily envisioned that same wet, slightly rough tongue pressing between the now drenched folds of her pussy, softly scraping the silken valleys and walls, working his way to her hard clit. Her eyes almost rolled back into her head imagining the many things his talented and wicked tongue might do to her, overshadowing any other coherent thoughts. She'd be putty in his hands, and she knew she wouldn't—couldn't—deny him anything at this moment if he asked it of her. Damn her traitorous body!

  He nibbled at her earlobe, moving his lips up along her jaw line, leisurely making his way toward her lips. “Your taste reminds me of a ripe peach...” he paused, gazing at her lips, “and I bet you're pink, sweet and juicy on the inside like one, too."

  Her brain went into sexual meltdown. Any and all normal, logical thought flew out the frickin’ window. She wanted to wrap her legs around his hips and ride him as if her life depended on it. Dex was sin covered in solid, warm flesh and she wanted him ... big time!

  His warm breath brushed along her cheek. “How about you and me go outside to get some fresh air, sweetheart? You are all flushed."

  Yeah, she certainly was. He'd sexed her up and set her senses to humming at full throttle. If she'd thought she knew anything about sexy, he'd just shown her how wrong she'd been. He was the epitome of what sex truly meant—raw, blatant and thoroughly consuming to a woman's senses.

  She'd hit the carnal lottery and Shayla was going to cash-in that winning ticket. Why not? Never one to fall into bed with a stranger, but for once, she'd let her instincts take over. If he wanted to jerk her proverbial leash, he'd better be prepared for the tigress attached at the end of it.

  Chapter 4

  Dex wanted to eat her alive, and if he didn't get some fresh air to clear his head, he would do just that.

  Not giving Shayla a moment to think, he did what came natural to him, he took charge. His desire to be alone with Shayla called to his animalistic side. Finding her here tonight was a miracle to him and he wasn't taking any chances. His sexual impulses took over and the desire to have her all to himself obsessed him. With her held tight up against his body, he whisked her through the crowd and out of the bar into the arms of darkness, away from all the noise and other distractions.

  When Dex reached his dually, he opened the door, crowding Shayla into the tight space between the truck door and cab. With the backdrop of the blue-black night and the bright light shining behind her, she looked ethereal, as if she would slowly fade away, being a sexual conjuring of his overactive mind.

  * * * *

  In a sexual daze, Shayla had followed Dex out of the bar. For some brainless reason, one she could not fathom, her mouth wasn't working for a change, but then, what did one say in a situation like this, getting picked up at a bar? Hell, she had only been in a bar a couple of times before now. One thing for sure, she wanted him with every pore that lined her skin, and she felt she deserved to be desired. Being a good girl hadn't work. Why not try something different and definitely with someone like Dex?

  Standing within the glow of the light from the truck, she had a better view of his overall appearance, and what a looker, pure sensuality from his dark head down to the tip of his boots. Everything about this man proclaimed his sexuality—big, bold, and created to pleasure a woman.

  A full head of dark hair framed his face, curling in tendrils at the collar of his shirt. The width of his shoulders, broad and thick, blocked out the landscape behind him. Perusing further down, she admired his trim waist tucked into sinfully tight jeans that showcased his muscled thighs. Her eyes skated downward toward the ground at his boots. He hadn't exaggerated. What big feet! Would everything on this man be super sized? Then her mind went south. If his feet and hands were big, would that equate that his attributes beneath his shiny belt buckle would be of equal size? Could a girl be so lucky?

  When her mind slipped back up from the gutter and onto the curb, her gaze wandered back up to his face. They locked onto a stare so full of carnality, her body shuddered from the intensity of it.

  Taking a deep breath, Shayla found her voice. “May I ask why you brought me outside?” Please don't tell me it's to show me your truck.

  "I wanted to be alone with you."

  "Why?” I know why I would want to be alone with you, you big, tall stack of yum.

  Before she could blink, Dex had pulled her into his arms and whispered against her lips, “For this."

  The moment his lips captured hers, she melted into his hard frame. His lips were firm and white-hot pressing down on hers. An unimaginable surge of sexual awareness shot through her like a bolt of lightning, singeing her insides as it moved down through her. Her body grew soft and wet as his lips parted and his tongue painted her lower lip in warm, tingling heat. A growl sounded deep in his chest, vibrating against her hard-peaked nipples straining unimpeded against the fabric of her top. Shayla answered his growl with one of her own. The world fell away and nothing else mattered but the feel of his arms around her and his mouth devouring her. Wrapped within the heat of his embrace, she ran her hands down his back and cupped his muscled ass.

  She felt every hard line and bulge that formed his bootylicious physique, and Shayla wanted to get even closer as his tongue slid between her swollen lips to explore the inner recesses of her mouth. His breath, tangy and fresh, mingled with hers.

  Dex's kisses became more aggressive and uncontrolled. His hands started to roam down her full curves, then back up to mold and squeeze her overheated flesh.

  Shayla found herself seated sideways in the cab of the truck with her legs wrapped around his lean hips and her hands taking a life of their own, gripping and seeking out all of his rigid planes and bundles of corded strength.

  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.