by Mia Madison
Rafe didn’t kiss me back then so much as devour me. It was more than I could deal with, the girl I was then, still struggling to find some footing for myself. Now I want that more than I want to inhale.
I let out a little sigh on his mouth and that seems to drive him half wild. He wraps me harder, squeezing me tighter so my back arches and my tender nipples graze upwards across the ridge of his abs. My arms encircle him too, but barely reach behind, he’s so huge. My fingertips claw at his hardness in an attempt to gain some traction for the feeling pummeling at my edges. My body surges towards his, trying to press him straight through my pores. I want to moan and shout but my mouth is full of the hottest man I’ve ever known. Or felt.
I want to touch every part of him. I want to open up my body to him, every single inch so he can enter me and claim me and own me. I never thought I’d feel like this after what happened. After Andrew it seemed certain that I was going to fend off every man that came close and live in childish terror of men as though they were terrorists out to destroy my very existence. But that's all changed with this one kiss. Does he know that? Does Rafe know, can he feel, how I’m not the girl I was two minutes ago?
Or is he going to tear himself away and abandon me again?
Chapter ELEVEN
Rafe
Her lips taste sweeter than they ever have. I hate to see a woman cry but the emotion bubbling inside her makes Modesty so much more fragile and alluring. All I want to do is cradle her in my arms and take away everything that’s making her sad or has ever made her sad. I’ll hold all of that for her so she knows nothing but safety and happiness for the rest of her life.
Fuck, what am I thinking ‘the rest of her life’? That’s a fucking long time. And I swore I was never gonna get hooked into that trap, ever.
But I can’t help myself. Not while she’s so vulnerable. I hook one arm under her knees and hoist her into my hold – barely any effort as she weighs less than my loaded saddle. Her little arms curl around my neck and my heart starts firing off under my ribs. Geez, if I ever managed to get this girl bare naked I might detonate in seconds.
“Mod?” Dallyce’s shout halts me in my tracks. “Mod, where are you?” she calls again.
I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks of how I choose to run my love life, but this is wrong. Modesty is so much younger than me that Dallyce could be right in accusing me of taking advantage. Then I recall that there’s almost the same difference in the age spread between her and Shea. She can hardly complain.
“Don’t stop,” Modesty whispers against my neck.
Her warm breath on my ear lobe makes my cock prick up in my pants. The scent of her skin is intoxicating. This girl does things to me like I’ve never known. It’s insane. It is completely crazy but I don’t care. I don’t care if Dallyce sees me hauling her friend away and has something to say about it. I’m ready to tell her this is between me and Modesty.
I look down at her with her doe eyes looking back up at me, filled with watery intense pleading. I have no idea what I’m going to do with her when I get her inside my house. I mean, I know exactly what I want to do to her and it involves ripping her soaked clothes from her petite and perfect body and ravaging every inch of her with my tongue, my hands and lastly my solid steel. It’s burning a goddamn hole through my denim from the way her tits are shoved into a pile against my chest and even how her little fingers are stroking the back of my neck.
It doesn't seem to be a ploy this time either, she’s not caressing me to get me teased up, it seems more like the absentminded touch of affection and that’s something I haven’t felt in god knows how long.
I continue to the end of the row of houses where the cowboys have each built their own little wooden homes. Then up the porch steps where I kick open the door then shove it closed behind me. I set her down and she looks up at me expectant, quivering.
“Are you cold, Baby?” I ask.
She shakes her head no but her bottom lip is trembling. I run my thumb pad across the width of it and her little tongue protrudes to stall my progress making me groan out loud.
“I’m still getting those wet clothes off you,” I husk out.
I drop to my knees and pull one small foot up onto my thigh so I can tug her boot off. She shudders in my palms.
“Don’t worry, I won’t look. I just don’t want you getting sick or anything on my account.”
“You can look,” she mewls softly.
I look up and my gaze finds hers. She’s still glassy eyed but she’s stopped crying. She looks absolutely gorgeous all wet with her clothes stuck to her emphasizing the outline of her body. I’m thrown back to last night, when I fantasized about her naked in the shower with me and my cock presses harder into my tautened jeans. She’s looking down and her stare is fixed on the huge bulge. I’m not gonna apologize for what she does to me, but I also don’t want her to think I’m stripping her just to get my kicks.
“I want you too,” she murmurs in a kitten voice. “Look.”
Fire rages through me and I tug her other boot off, for once stymied for a mouthy comeback. Boots off, I undo her belt and zipper in a rush. There’s no way I can get her sticky jeans down legs without her underwear coming along. Maybe I should flip her around but after all, I’ve seen her perfect little pussy already. That memory has my cock thrusting for freedom and I’m yearning to undo my own jeans just to give it some breathing space. I leave her pants undone and reach for her buttons. Maybe taking her shirt off will be a safer bet while I take a deep breath.
She lets out a little moan as my fingers graze into her cleavage as I undo the strained buttons. I look up at her and find her eyes fluttering closed as she arches her back where she stands, encouraging me to strip her.
“Modesty?” I grit, needing to make sure she’s okay. “Are you with me?” And that she’s not dissociating from this, like it’s painful.
“Yes,” she whimpers, her eyes bat down to me as I unbutton the last and her shirt falls open revealing her surprising perfect round breasts, fuller than I expected.
She leans slightly forward then, so the tops of her breasts spill out from her barely there bra and I lose all reason. My hands cup the undersides of her tits from below and squeeze. She lets out a louder moan and grinds her hips in a circle in front of my face. Both my thumb pads strum across her erect nipples that respond immediately, becoming harder and protruding more through the thin lace. I hook into that flimsy material and free her eager little points and then tweak the left, rolling it between thumb and forefinger until she makes a husky sound between her pouting lips.
“Rafe,” she moans.
She pushes my stetson off the back of my head and daggers her fingers into my hair.
“Yeah baby?” I rasp, her half naked body is the most deliciously sensual thing I've ever set eyes on.
I just want to crouch here on my knees with her standing over me like a little queen and take all of her in as slow as possible.
“Hurry up,” she begs. “Please, I can’t wait any longer.”
I'm not sure what she means but I don't need to be told twice. I slide my palms up over her shoulders to push the shirt down her arms. It sticks around her elbows and she gives a little chuckle that sounds like angels giggling happily, so I know she isn’t pissed that I dumped her into the murky water.
Or if she was before, she isn’t now. I inch the sodden fabric down to her wrists, forcing myself not to rip it from her in my eagerness to get back to pinching and squeezing her perfect round tits. She’s just as ravenous, wiggling to assist me and together we release the wet fabric and it drops to the floor.
Immediately her hands go back to my skull, tugging my head toward her so that her breasts jiggle into my face. I open my mouth and fill it with her pliant sweet flesh, mounding her other tit in my palm and shoving that to my lips too. If only I could fill myself with all of her. But I can’t of course, so I go back and forth between the two gorgeous mounds, licking and biting her peaks, squee
zing and caressing and trying as best I can to have all of her at once.
Chapter TWELVE
Modesty
I’ve imagined this moment many times, but never, in all my dreams and fantasies, was it ever like this. A strapping god-like hunk on his knees before me. In turn, a caring gentle giant and then a ravenous beast. First picking up a single tear on the end of his finger and then hauling me into him as though I might break saying; “Baby, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? I’ll never forgive myself if I hurt you.”
He rambles on and on with apologies and sweetness until I’m about to beg him to hurt me. I want to say; “I’ve run away from all pain, whether physical or more recently emotional and now I want it. I trust you not to hurt me.”
But every time I gather the words to explain to him, it seems we’re waylaid. Even now, I’m expecting Dallyce to come looking for me any second, wanting help with her wedding trinkets. But nothing will stop me this time. My body is barreling toward Rafe’s touch like a runaway train.
I’m so intent on finally getting what I want that I grind my pelvis in languorous slow circles, inciting him to delve into my opened denim. Leaving my jeans unclosed without stripping them off is driving me right to the edge of insanity. Those circular motions aren’t much help though, what with the loosened fabrics rubbing over my swollen slit and sending even more hunger through my core. I throw my head back in frustration, dragging at air which seems to have rushed out of the cabin all of a sudden.
“Look at me,” Rafe orders me huskily and I immediately tip my head down to do what he says.
His gaze locks onto mine as he pulls very slowly on the top of my jeans. Is this really happening? In about ten seconds I’m going to be standing completely naked in front of a fully-clothed, much older man, on his knees right in front of my thighs. My most secret part will be on full display to him on the same level as his face, allowing his eyes to take all of me in and his mouth to… oh my god, the thought of that makes me quiver all over.
“Are you cold, my Angel?” he asks, his voice croaking with ravenous lust.
I shake my head no, adamant.
“Don’t stop,” I plead, my voice a husky whisper.
His fingers dipping inside the band set off an array of firecracker explosions between my thighs and my glance quickly takes in the massive bulge in his pants. I’m not pulling back from that either, even though it makes me nervous and excited at the same time.
Will I be able to take that inside my body? I have enough difficulty getting a tampon to go inside that stupidly tight tunnel, so taut nothing seems to stretch it. His thing looks enormous enough to tear through me. On the other hand I’m desperate to see it. To see what a real grown man looks like when massive and throbbing with hunger. For me.
Now he’s dragging the soaking wet clothes from my body and looking at me like he’d like to devour every last morsel.
“I want you, Rafe,” I murmur.
“I want you too baby, harder than I’ve wanted anything before. I want to own every inch of you.’”
“Please I need this. I need it now. I can’t wait a second longer.”
He falters a little at that then drags me to him. His hands wrap around my back, almost covering all of me with his large palms. The weight of them enveloping me makes me tremble. My hands clasp at his shoulders, the huge bulk of that shelf is impressive and a little scary. He’s broad and deep and like no other man I’ve ever felt. Then his mouth covers my breast, biting on my nipples until I cry out with the pain and the little shocks of pleasure that fire straight to my pussy.
Every slow trail of his hard fingers on my skin is like mini electric shocks. It’s amazing that after what happened, I can allow a man this much intimacy again. I thought it was off-limits for good but Rafe sweeps all that away. I yearn to touch him too. His skin is definitely going to be like quality leather, all man. The muscles I’ve had brief glimpses of and swift swipes of, are panty-melting.
I try to reach further down to get his shirt off at least, desperate to see that rack of hard man-muscle which I know is going to be breathtaking. But I can’t quite reach, with him on his knees and he bats my hand away. It seems he’s intent on having me standing in front of him naked and helpless. That makes me even more nervous so my breathing starts to come in small pants.
What if my body isn’t what he’s used to? What if I don’t know what to do, how to be, to make him satisfied? He’s so big and gruff, so experienced and confident in every aspect of himself. I don’t know how I can measure up to that, especially if he’s going to force me to be this vulnerable.
It seems that he is.
He continues the downward force on my sodden jeans that resist moving and abrade my skin. I wriggle my hips more to help the task and he tells me to stop.
“Easy. Go slow, my baby,’ his voice is pure gravel, sandier than all the thousands of acres of desert surrounding us on the ranch.
“I can’t stand it.” I whimper.
“Mmm, mm, you can,” he rasps.
“You’re trying to torture me,” I mewl with a tiny bit of a whine.
That’s how urgently I need his hands opening me up to him. I was sure he’d be a Jack-the Ripper when it came to tearing off my clothes. This slow burn of exposing me is driving me to delirium.
“I’m giving us both a full sensation. I don’t wanna rush the first time I see you completely naked, Baby.”
Oh god, I shiver all the way up to my hair roots. My jeans lower over my hip bones and the worst of the stickiness is past. Agonizingly slowly Rafe peels the wet cotton down my pelvis and I shudder uncontrollably as the top of my slit is revealed to him. He releases a raw rough sound and tugs a little harder then. My pants drop to my thighs and a moan escapes his lips.
My fast shallow breaths will not slow down no matter how many calming inhalations I try for. As the air hits my naked slit along with the heat from his warm breath, I clamp my hands around his head, threading my fingers into his hair, the one part of him I can reach.
“Baby,” he groans and kisses my swollen pussy, exactly at the point where the throbbing is most intense.
He pulls back and looks at me again, gazing on that part no one else has ever seen, not in real life at least. For a second, heat rushes to my cheeks, shyness at the proximity of his face to my clit. Then he pushes my jeans down around my knees and peels my lips open so the cool rushes in and makes me gasp. Then, oh my god, his mouth connects to the throb again and this time he doesn’t withdraw leaving me in agony. His mouth stays pressed to my swollen clit and he tugs the little bulge between his lips, rubbing circles with his tongue around the point until I throw my head back again and moan at the tin ceiling.
“Oh god,” I say over and over again because the swelling pressure is making my arms hot and tingly.
The pleasure coursing through every cell is almost too much. And I feel a wanton release thud into my legs and the urge to throw one thigh over his shoulder, exposing myself to him completely. I’ll show him how naughty I can be.
I’m right on the point of doing exactly that when a loud rap on the door sounds like it’s knocking right on my brain, hurling me out of my pleasure center.
“Mod, are you in there?” Dallyce calls.
Chapter THIRTEEN
Rafe
Unbelievably, I’m the one that pulls away. A snare of rage goes through me at the interruption. I want this more than anything I can think of right now. I want this little doll woman standing naked in front of me completely bared to me so I can ravage her, first with my eyes, then with my hands then with my mouth. Then a wash of relief flows down my torso. Because what the fuck am I doing here?
This young girl was a casual flirtation, someone I could pick up and dump in a horse trough to show her who’s boss. I could dish out punishment to teach her not to go teasing men big enough to pick her up like a doll and old enough to know better.
I look up to hook her eyes, which are staring down at me in shock. Her lips form i
nto words I can’t hear. I’m certain she mouths; “don't stop” but I’m distracted by the sensual roll of them. My mind fills with the image of them curling around my burning shaft, still pummeling at the denim constricting it.
The rapping at my door comes again and then I’m relieved. Being caught by Dallyce is actually a blessing. I shouldn't be toying with this beautiful little doll
In her eyes I see a pleading, a howl of nooooo, but it’s too late. We can’t risk it. I can’t risk it. I’ve got a wild-man reputation on this ranch and neighboring ones too. It’s one I like to embellish whenever I can. But this girl is too innocent. She’s too hungry for the real thing. The romance that comes with love not only the feel-good. I can’t deliver that to her and I don’t want to hurt her, not when she’s so freshly ripened. It could damage her for men for the rest of her life.
I yank her soaked jeans back up her legs roughly. She lets out a little squeak and her hands fly to my shoulders to steady herself. Confusion fills her features but there’s nothing I can say. Her little pink slit is swollen with need and the aroma filling my nostrils is hacking at my resolve. She’s too adorable to put away from me. She’s so hungry for me, so eager to have me do whatever I want with her body and the feeling is mutual.
I stop zipping her up and she immediately senses my regret.
“Ignore her,” she whispers. “Please, don’t stop now.”
Her voice is husky and so sensual but when I look up and see her pure innocence, the pink cheeks and wide glistening eyes, I’m suddenly all business.
With a massive effort I force myself to button her tiny shorts. She tosses me a pout then and snatches her hands away from me like I’m burning up. Perhaps she can feel the fire flooding my veins into those tiny fingertips.