When she lifted her head and smiled at him, the glow spread a little more. He shifted to the side and pulled her carefully to lie face to face.
“I tried to stop you, Tasha.”
“Why?” She ran her tongue around her lips and leaned in to kiss him. “Now I know what we both taste like. I like it,” she murmured against his mouth, her tongue teasing his into play for a soft, sensuous kiss that kept the heat around them up.
“First…it’s presumptuous of a guy to…” he stopped, staring into the genuinely confused, wide circle. “Uhh…huh…never mind that one…what if I wanted more?” He asked, unable to ignore the jolt her words sent into his cock.
His hand skimmed down her throat, over her shoulder and onto her back, floating on a liquidy silver sheen of the moisture that had formed on them both. And still he knew it wouldn’t be near enough. There was such a contrast between their skin color, hers a soft pale with a few freckles across her shoulders and on her nose, where her glasses had covered.
He brought his hand back up, fingers letting the stray honey strands curl around them before stroking around the small rounded chin.
“More…coffee will keep me awake in the morning…I’m used to functioning on little sleep at times,” she assured him, raising both arms and circling his neck before covering his mouth for more kissing. “I really like the way you kiss.”
Dell didn’t have a single objection to that statement. Her lips were soft and demanding; full and willingly returning each and every ounce of passion he felt inside him. Soft mewls of pleasure rolled from her when his teeth nipped at her lip before ranging along her jaw.
He began kissing and licking the base of her neck, while his right hand reached over and cradled her perfect little breasts, first one and then the other. He let his fingers brush gently over the hard buds of her nipples, her body responding to him in a way he’d never found before.
With her eyes still closed, she turned her head toward him and her mouth sought his again. They kissed deeply, their mouths opening and tongues exploring each other with hungry, renewed interest. They sank further into the bed, their lips locked together the entire time. They were half-sitting and half-reclining on the blanket, holding each other, kissing and fondling, and saying nothing.
He reached between her legs. She parted them slightly for him, allowing his talented fingers access to her moist slit. He found the prominent nub of her clitoris and began gently teasing it with his forefinger, touching it lightly, rubbing around it, and stroking the sides. Her hips began moving at the same time the sweet little mewls of pleasure radiated from her throat.
A groan escaped from Tasha as she lay down completely on her back, and she rotated her hips a bit to allow him better access. He could feel that she was already slick with moisture, and he continued to play with and tease her clit with his fingers. Their kiss hadn’t been broken and remained locked together. But he could feel her urgency growing as he continued to caress and stroke her in between her legs.
After several minutes of this foreplay, Tasha’s body tensed and she brought her legs tightly together, nearly locking his hand in place on her clit. He increased the pressure of his stroking, and she began to moan and whimper. This went on for several more moments, quickly reaching a peak that rocked his senses and hardened his cock even more. Something he wouldn’t have thought possible.
Her entire body froze for an instant, and she arched her back as she cried out. Her spasms continued for several seconds, and her body trembled and shook uncontrollably against him. She pressed her pussy hard against the flat of his hand, grinding vigorously as she brought herself satisfyingly over the edge. His hand was damp with her wetness and her scent filled his senses and made him want her all the more.
There is nothing that turned him on more than a woman having an orgasm. Dell loved to see and feel a woman lose control like that, focusing on nothing but reaching her climax. She was uninhibited, moaning, groaning, crying out with his name on her lips. He was so excited that his cock stood nearly straight up, and he was urgently in need of his own release.
He barely waited the length of time it took to sheath himself. He positioned himself in-between her legs, and began to tease her swollen clit and the slit of her pussy with the head of his rigid cock. The tip glistened with her wetness, and he stroked her clit with his cock in the same way as he had his fingers. He traced light circles around it, followed by teasingly inserting just the head of it inside her pussy.
Without opening her eyes, Tashe reached down and took hold of his cock, positioning it at the entrance to her pussy, and she thrust her pelvis forward and upward in anticipation. His cock slid in easily about two or three inches.
He began a slow shallow thrust, pulling almost completely out, and continuing to insert only the first two or three inches of his cock. Tasha gasped with pleasure.
"Ohhhhh," she said as she spread her legs a bit wider. He repeated the shallow strokes inside her pussy over and over. She began to whimper, obviously wanting more. She opened her eyes, and looked down to where they were coupled.
"Oh, God, that feels amazing. I can't believe how sexy that is!"
He began to push a little deeper inside her, varying the thrusting a little. About once every ten strokes or so, he would insert the full length of his cock. This unexpected pleasure took her by surprise, eliciting a gasp. He continued the exciting pattern, alternating several shallow thrusts with a deep, slow full insertion, each time getting a response, literally taking her breath away.
"Are you okay?" He asked, straining, his voice ragged.
"Oh, yeah," she murmured appreciatively. "This is wonderful, please don't stop. I want to feel all of you inside me!"
After several minutes of this teasing, both of them were beyond ready. Dell felt like he was going to explode. He finally, very slowly, fed the full length of his cock deep inside her pussy, and began to grind their pelvises together.
The pressure and the rocking motion quickly brought her to climax, and her eyes were closed tightly as she began to come in waves, over and over.
"Ohh, ohhh," she gasped, as her spasms became more intense, and her body rocked involuntarily against his. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, further tilting her closer, and his cock deeper. He could feel her pussy tighten around the base of his cock and released a low, husky groan.
She moaned with the pleasure, and he could feel his own orgasm beginning to form, deep in his groin. His balls started to tighten, and he began to thrust more in earnest.
"Ohhh…oh…oh," she cried out. “Dell…please…it’s right there…”
There was no turning back now. He couldn't stop if he tried. His body tensed from head to toe, and the orgasm was incredibly powerful. The muscle contractions sent warm pleasurable waves from his cock through his entire body, and wave after wave kept him moving inside the hot center.
When he believed it couldn’t possibly be better, her body exploded beneath him and around him. The intense sensations continued for a few minutes as he continued pushing his cock deep inside her pussy, only stopping when he was drained and could no longer move.
He collapsed on top of Tasha, felt her arms encircle his neck. He waited a moment, and then gently uncoupled his cock from inside her pussy. His heart was pounding in his chest, his breathing heated and matched only by her own deep gasps for air.
“Amazing,” she breathed with a long, contented sigh. “If I start babbling, feel free to just put a pillow over my face.”
Dell laughed, pushed off the bed and went into the tiny bathroom before shaking out the blankets and spread them over the bed. He slid inside the warmth with her. One hand held up his head while the other brushed a few damp strands from the side of her face.
“Now why in the world would I do that?”
“I’ve been told I babble at times. To be honest, I’ve never been with a guy who actually wanted to talk about things,” curious pale brown circles met the grin on his face. “It’s nice.
”
“You’re not going to your own room,” he informed her, sliding lower and pulling her against him. “I like you right here…and I like listening to you and talking to you. It’s refreshing.”
“Refreshing?” A little yawn broke free as every muscle in her body very slowly began to unwind and relax, the flow of contentment seeping through her.
“Most women want to know about my job…and money…and status…”
“I’m independent. Don’t care…” she wiggled and snuggled against his shoulder. “I’ve never, ever had so many…wow…” she breathed and flushed with color when he chuckled.
“Maybe we just fit together well, Tasha,” he told her, brushing her forehead with his lips before letting the warmth and contentment carry him into the darkness.
Chapter Twenty-Three
He woke slowly. Something new to him. He wasn’t exactly used to bolting from the bed, unless someone was pounding on his door or his phone wouldn’t shut up. He usually rolled out, hit the bathroom, took a long, hot shower and went in search of coffee. If he could put the coffee maker in the bathroom, he would have a long time ago. It just felt a little too strange, though, so he resisted.
But this morning.
He couldn’t remember sleeping so soundly. So solidly that he hadn’t even moved much. Obviously even when the sexy, hot little honey blonde snuck out of his bed. That should have stirred him. Especially since during the night, they’d gone at one another two more times. Hungry and hot and damn, it was good.
He stretched his arms above his head, the bed creaking in protest.
He was a little surprised the bed had held together. It wasn’t in the best condition and he was already thinking of getting Tasha spread out on his king-sized bed at his house. So whether it was a morning issue or that thought, his cock hardened a little more as he tossed the blankets back and pushed his legs over the side of the bed.
The connecting door was still open, but he could already tell the room next to him was empty. He crossed the floor, swearing under his breath at the mid-September chill that had settled in overnight. Standing in the connecting door frame nude, he did a quick survey before heading to the bathroom.
She’d cleaned out her things. Not a case or book or hint that she was there.
But he knew what she had planned.
Tasha was bent over the newsprint, her little scanner held steady as she copied stories into the device. She’d made it through three cups of really decent coffee before her stomach began informing her that it was well past breakfast.
She fell back onto the chair, her brain working through the mass of information she’d gathered and browsed. The Academy had managed to scare most of the town. The historian and keeper of the files in city hall wasn’t the least bit shy about venting his opinion of the people who had occasionally come into town for supplies.
A lot of the businesses were angry at the academy, though. It seemed the merchants weren’t good enough for more than emergency things. Everything else arrived on trucks from Salt Lake City. Like clockwork, Nelson Compton had informed her. Something definitely suspicious about that many deliveries, he told her with a little wink of the wrinkled eye.
Tasha applied the necessary frown and nodded in understanding. Patience was her best asset when gathering information, especially from lonely people in need of someone to talk to. She managed to get the name of the delivery truck, odd in itself, since according to Mr. Compton, it was always the same. She had to agree that was very unusual for a supply truck. Even more odd that it arrived three times a week. Unless it was delivering more than supplies.
She had photos of the old buildings, the layout of the buildings and all the names associated with the existence of the building. She was positive her eyes were crossed by the time she let her head thump onto the table.
When the scent of something oriental and sweet wafted through her senses, she thought she’d momentarily fallen asleep. Not that it would be so unusual since she wasn’t sure she even managed three hours of sleep the previous night. But, damn if she didn’t feel good at the time. She sighed and decided her dream had the right idea. Teriyaki would be really good about now.
Dell let the soft chuckle free when he saw her nose twitch as she lifted her head from the surface of the large table. He’d had to do some charming, smooth talking to be permitted into the building with the bag of containers. It didn’t take long for his soothing tone to convince Lillian Albert that his girl needed food.
She thought it was sweet that he came along on her business trip and nodded her approval as long as he promised to keep things clean and tidy. He gave her his word and followed the directions to the stacks where the old newspapers were stored.
He set the bag on the table and waited. The shoulder length honey blonde curls had been pulled into a taut bundle at the back of her neck, a few frazzled strands sneaking out to tease her ears and cheeks. Her glasses lay on the surface, her arms crossed and face planted in the center. He knew she had to be as tired as he was and wondered if she was actually sleeping.
“I’m taking a wild guess – because I could hear your stomach all the way at the front desk – that you haven’t eaten a thing this morning,” he pulled a chair across the solid stone flooring and sat at her side. He leaned his elbows on the top of the table, one hand over and sweeping the stray curls behind her ear.
“I had a lot to do this morning,” she answered, a little defensive. Her gaze locked on the plastic bag. “Where’d you find teriyaki here?”
“I’m not too shabby as an investigator,” he teased, peeling back the plastic and lifted two large containers out, followed by wrapped forks and napkins. “Mrs. Albert said to make sure we clean up.”
“I’ve just about finished here…” she lifted her head from her arms and slowly straightened in the chair. “I was going to grab something on the way to the airport. But this is nicer, thank you.”
“Ahh…good…no coy lines like I shouldn’t have…” Dell chuckled at the winkled nose she offered him. “No idea what you liked though, so we have a collection to share.”
“I’m good at sharing,” she admitted, sliding her glasses in place and reaching for a packet of fork and napkin. She stopped for a minute when he stood up and reached into his pockets. Two bottles of water were set on the table and she had to laugh and peer up at him. “You really are prepared, Dell. And I’m not very good at coy…I think I missed those games in school.”
“The girl I met last night said she’d spent a lot of time in books,” he opened the two large Styrofoam boxes and let the heat escape around them. He smiled at the tint of color in her cheeks.
“I drank water but I’d swear, the babbling…” Tasha poked at an orange piece of chicken and popped it into her mouth.
“I prefer to think of it as communication,” Dell corrected, taking a forkful of the mixture of rice and vegetables. “Why did you sneak off, Tasha?”
A mixture of guilt and denial filled her eyes, her head shaking as she hastily worked to chew through some broccoli and beef.
“I left you my card,” she said quickly, shrugging and striving for casual. “You know…just in case you wanted to…email me or something…”
“Or something,” he nodded. “I have it safe in my wallet, Tasha, thank you. But you could have woke me up. I wouldn’t have minded.”
“I…well…I thought you might be tired…and I had to get to city hall for my appointment…”
“And you might be tired, too?” He suggested with one brow raised, his head shaking at the embarrassed look on her face. “After last night, being embarrassed around me wasn’t what I expected.”
“Yeah, well…I think I surprised me last night,” she murmured, not struggling when he reached over and lifted her chin until their eyes met.
“I’m not sorry for the surprise, Tasha. And I don’t plan to ignore the card you left me,” Dell told her firmly, leaning in close enough to taste the pungent beef mixture on her lips. “I did
promise Mrs. Albert I’d mind my manners, though. At least here in the library.” He returned to eating, watching her closely. “What’s wrong, Tasha?”
“I…” her head shook, surprise on her face. “Nothing. Really…my stomach is talking to me again, thank you for that.”
“The research?” He took a guess, deciding the cute pucker of her lips made his cock lurch and almost forget his promise to the old librarian. It was obvious something about the research she was doing was bothering her. “I’m not a spy,” he told her, reaching into the pocket of his shirt and pulling out the prepared business card he’d written on that morning after his shower.
Tasha looked down at the card he’d laid on the table. It had his name and two business numbers. “Flat-Bottom Ranch,” she read slowly, her mouth opening when he flipped the card over. She bit lightly into her lower lip. It was a local Seattle area code, she realized, staring at the neatly printed phone number on the crème card stock.
“Organic beef, lamb, chickens and bison,” he told her proudly. “Even a huge herd of elk in the making. Eggs, milk and more for sale on site,” he recited the polite sales pitch with a smile at the crooked grin she offered. “I said I wasn’t letting you get away, Tasha. That’s my private number. The other’s go through the receptionist and they’ll find me if you can’t on the cell.”
Tasha chewed and considered his statement.
“Buffalo?”
“Hmm…”
“Aren’t elk like…really big deer?” She asked, gulping down the bite of food at the sudden choking expression on his face. She hastily shoved the bottle of water toward him and watched as half of it vanished. “It’s okay…I have the internet…I can look it up.”
“Not really big deer,” he finally managed to say without too much laughter in his voice.
“Do you like it? Working on a ranch, I mean…I went to camp one summer…I think I was about nine,” her head shook ruefully. “It didn’t end well. I never went back. I think it’s from living in apartments all the time.”
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