Password to Her Heart by Dixie Lynn Dwyer Page B

a pair of tight, tiny pink shorts that more resembled underwear than clothing. Her long, toned, tanned legs remained glued together. He reached out and caressed her hair away from her damp cheeks. Her eyes blinked open.
    “Go away. Just let me get through this,” she stated in a shaky voice. She was shivering and her expression looked so angry yet lost.
    “Please let me help you. We need to go downstairs. Do you hear the sirens in the distance? There’s a tornado warning,” Tiek told her.
    She eased her body up, the tank top stretched across her breasts, the mounds peeking out on either side. “Tornado warning?” she asked.
    “Yes. Let Tiek carry you. We need to get downstairs,” Mercury ordered. His voice was firm, and by Shawna’s immediate reaction, she knew she had to go with them. She allowed him to lift her up into his arms, so Lee grabbed the comforter, carrying it along with them.
    Tiek held her in his arms all the way through the house with the strikes of lightning and sounds of thunder getting closer and closer.
    “Damn, can you hear that wind? It’s fierce,” Lee said as they entered the basement. The men began to light the lanterns. The electricity flashed on and off, and then there was a large noise and the place filled with darkness. They continued to light the lanterns that now cast a low glow of light throughout the room.
    “Oh God.” Shawna cried out and pressed her face against Tiek’s neck, holding him tight. He caressed her and turned his face to lay kisses against her damp skin.
    “It’s okay, darling. It’s just a little storm. You know out here we get them now and again. Nothing ever really bad, just a lot of wind and a lot of noise,” he said, trying to reassure her.
    “It should be over soon,” Mercury stated, caressing the hair from her cheek as Tiek sat down on the edge of the bed.
    He held her on his lap. She was such a petite thing compared to him. He ran the palm of his hand along her thigh to her waist. Back and forth he tried to infuse his own heat into her skin to help her stop shivering.
    She tried covering her chest with her arm, as if she realized just now how exposed she was to all of them. No bra, her abundant breasts poured from the V-neck and along her underarms.
    He reached up and placed his palm against her cheek.
    “You’re safe here with us. You know that right?” he asked her and she nodded her head and held his gaze. Tiek stared at her lips, moist, slightly parted, and when she poked her tongue out to lick the bottom lip as she held his gaze, he couldn’t resist taking a taste. He pulled her closer and he kissed her.
     
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    Shawna couldn’t believe how turned on she felt in Tiek’s arms as he held her on his lap. The feel of steel beneath her ass and thighs made her pussy clench and her nipples swell with desire for affection. One touch, one lick again from Tiek’s tongue and she would find relief for her aching cunt. The mumbled roars of thunder echoed above them, but it sounded so distant in the storm shelter. As Tiek kissed her deeply and pulled her closer, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him back.
    She could feel his palm move along her hip and up under her tank top. The feel of his large heated palm caressing her oversensitive flesh made her moan into his mouth and try to pull back a little. She felt so out of control, yet she yearned for more. He was so big, and she pressed herself snugger against his muscular body. The feel of his masculinity and power eased her fears and erased the visions of violence from her earlier thoughts. When a thick, rough thumb caressed across her sensitive nipple, she pulled back, gasping as she held on to his shoulders.
    She moaned softly as he used one large hand to cup a breast. Her core ached, and her pussy throbbed as she tried to move.
    “You’re so responsive to my touch, Shawna. Can you come again for me, baby? Like the other night after the shower?” he asked, his dark eyes