The Country Doctor's Bride (Historical West - The Cowboys of Naked Bluff, Texas series Book 6)

by Anita Philmar

He groaned and backpedaled a few steps before he lowered his head and closed his eyes. He had promised her, but his body demanded satisfaction before he had to stand in front of the church like this. Otherwise, he’d probably rush through the ceremony without remembering a word that was said. “I know, but...”

  What argument could he give for changing his mind?

  Fabric brushed over his pants legs, and his eyes shot open. Still wearing the top of her dress, Dixy stood before him with her skirt circling her ankle shoes. White bloomers hugged her hips.

  “Thank you, baby, for not asking me to wait.” Nathaniel grabbed her around the waist and swung her off her feet. He made it the three steps to the bed and laid her on the soft cotton quilt. He stood, staring down at her. “Last night when I came up here and found you asleep, I almost stripped you naked and made love to you, right then and there.”

  She shook her head and rose onto her elbows. “I don’t know how you can be so sure I’m the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. I’m nothing special.”

  “You’re wrong.” He imprisoned her ankle and unbuttoned her shoe before moving to the other one. “You are exactly everything I’ve ever desired in a woman.”

  Knowing this was her first time, he slowed his movements and freed her foot from the stiff leather. With a soothing stroke, he guided his hand up her leg. Her soft skin played under his fingertips while he removed her stockings. Hoping to reassure her, he added, “You have gorgeous long legs. I can’t help imagining how they’ll feel wrapped around my waist.”

  Dixy bit her lip and toyed with the buttons of her top. “I hate to admit it, but I had a dream about you.”

  Happy she’d had a restless night too, he eased closer and fingered her bloomers. “I guess that explains why you didn’t fight me this morning when I kissed you. You were primed and ready for us to make love.”

  She leaned back on the pillow behind her and released a button between her breasts. Her gaze stayed clue to his, and she licked her lips. The erotic thought of his cock in her mouth jumped to the forefront of his mind. “I know what happens when a man makes love to a woman, but I’m not exactly sure what I should do.”

  “What do you feel like doing?” Nathan watched as she finished unbuttoning her blouse. The loose opening revealed a white camisole with silky ribbons. His mouth watered. He curled his fingers into her bloomers to keep from ripping the fabric apart.

  “Would you think me a complete whore if I said I need to be free of my clothes?” She blushed and dipped her head. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

  “Oh, sweetheart, don’t worry. When we’re alone, you can tell me anything you’d enjoy doing. We have to be open with each other and share what we like. As well as what we don’t find appealing. It’s an important part of how we’ll create a happy marriage.” He sank onto the bed beside her and lifted her chin with a single finger. “Remember, we’re in this together.”

  Chapter Six

  Nervous and afraid of disappointing him, Dixy stared into his face, searching for a sign that he spoke the truth. From everything, she’d heard from married women. Wives were only supposed to do what their husbands said to do when they said to do it. Was Nathaniel different?

  Setting her hand on his thick thigh, she rose to a sitting position beside him. “That’s not what I’ve been told will make a man happy. Shouldn’t I let you do whatever you fancy?”

  A thought suddenly occurred to her. “Or maybe, I’m only allowed to do what you tell me to do? Wait...”

  Memories of advice other women had recommended in the past, raced through her head. You just have to convince him it’s his idea then you’re free to enjoy yourself.

  Remember to moan and groan, so he thinks you like what he’s doing.

  Honey gains you more than vinegar.

  “Dixy, sweetheart.” Nathaniel’s voice competed with the opinions playing persistently through her thoughts.

  When she didn’t respond, he grabbed her shoulders and shook her lightly. “I’m not sure who you’ve been talking to, but I want a wife, not a servant.”

  Blinking to narrow her focus to his face, she clenched her fingers around the lapel of his coat. “What? Wait? I don’t understand. Part of the reason, I’ve never tied the knot is because I hated the prospect of being under a man’s rule. Hell, having to answer to my father was bad enough.”

  Nathaniel laughed and drew her deeper into his embrace. “Honey, I don’t see our marriage that way. We’re a team, partners. Together, we’re working to build a better life, a family, a future.”

  Amazed by the man in front of her, she trapped his head in her hands and hauled his mouth to hers, kissing him with all the pinned up passion she’d been experiencing for the last twenty-four hours.

  The more shocking part was he didn’t fight her. She traced the tempting seam, and his lips parted. With a quick thrust of her tongue, she ventured inside until an unsolicited moan erupted. His or hers, she couldn’t exactly be certain, but he tasted too good to quibble over such things. Following an impulsive urge to demand more, she scooted closer until she straddled his lap.

  He met her eager kisses and requested one of his own. The smooth glide of his hands down her spine ended on her hips, and he grounded her body into his. She squirmed and fastened her knees around his hips, crossed her ankles on his ass, and aligned her aching core along the firm line of his cock.

  Caught up in the promise his mouth and body offered, she struggled to breathe until her lungs burned. Then his warm hand slipped under her camisole and tweaked her breast. She gasped and tore her lips from his. “Nathaniel!”

  A naughty smile touched his lips. The tight peak of her nipple fell under the rough pad of his thumb, and he toyed with the tip. “You did say you wanted out of your clothes. I thought I’d help.”

  Excited, she snatched the hem of the thin cover and tugged it up over her head. Without warning, his hot mouth latched onto one of her uncovered breasts. Her body quivered with longing. She fought to gain control of her senses and slid her fingers through his hair, keeping him in place.

  The incredible pleasure he offered had her pressing her chest forward, arching her back, and begging for more of the warm, rough suction. Willingly, she surrendered to the charging line of arousal that marched through the center of her body, causing her nipples to peak, her stomach to flutter and liquid need to flow between her legs. His expert skills drove her senseless, sending her mind off to parts unknown.

  Biting, nipping, teasing one breast, he released it only to turn his head and capture the other between his demanding lips. The large hands around her rib cage loosened their grip. Fingertips traced the top of her bloomers until they found the bow in the front. With a quick tug, he loosened the fabric around her waist. Impatient fingers slid under the smooth cotton, explored, and caressed the soft skin of her belly before he ventured lower.

  She might not have noticed if he hadn’t used the same hand to fiddle with the small mat of hair covering her mound. Her body suddenly on alert, she didn’t miss his next move. A questing finger dipped between her moist folds. Her hips rose to meet his intimate touch. She begged, “Nathaniel, can you please get rid of my bloomers.”

  His mouth popped free, and he lifted his head. Their eyes met, the green fire burning in the depths of his reflected the passion pulsing through her body. He wanted her as intensely as she needed him.

  Without a word, he tightened his hands over her ass and stood. An abrupt turn and he set her on the bed. The sudden change in position had her falling backward onto the mattress. He grabbed the fabric at her waist. With a single sweep of his arm, he had her clothes off and dumped them on the floor.

  The moment her legs hit the bed, he captured her ankles, shoved them apart, and stepped between them. “We may not be married, but you are mine, now, and forever.”

  She couldn’t contain her smile, not with him still fully dressed. “Don’t you think you should get out of your clothes too?”

>   He shrugged off his coat and tossed it over the bed’s footboard. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, the only thing on my mind at the moment is tasting you.”

  His gaze ran over her body, caressing her skin without even touching her and locked onto her twat. “You’re pretty, pink lips are all wet and begging for a kiss.”

  A wave of uncertainty washed through Dixy. She lowered her hands and slid them across her belly, moving them onto her thighs. She never remembered hearing that sex involved a husband setting his mouth on his wife’s nether lips. Was it proper?

  “Nathaniel, I’m, uh...”

  He leaned forward and dropped his hands over hers. His large palms and slender fingers circled her wrists, effectively pinning hers by her sides. “You’re just unsure if you’ll like it.”

  With a seductive wink, he eased deeper between her spread legs until his breath brushed against her intimate flesh. “Believe me, baby. You will love this.”

  “Yes, but—”

  Not giving her a chance to continue, he covered her pussy with his hot mouth and speared the tiny bud of her desire with his tongue.

  The fire racing through her blood ignited a hunger inside her. A craving so intense she couldn’t fight it even if she had planned to try.

  “Oh, please,” She groaned, shocked by the overpowering emotions, speeding through her. She would’ve never believed she could experience such pleasure. Hell, she never considered herself a sexual person. Not that is until this moment. After all, she’d resisted the urge to have sex with a man for over twenty years. Shoot. Most men didn’t find her in the least appealing.

  Nathaniel nipped at her and sucked on her slick folds. The relentless action of his tongue dipping into her twat had tremors rushing down her legs. An uneasy tension grew inside her lower body, and she wiggled.

  Oh, God, what was he doing to her?

  She tugged her hands free from his and seized his head. “Please, you have to stop. I’m, uh—”

  The arrogant man didn’t pause. Instead, he lifted her legs up over his shoulders. He slowly sank to his knees and drew her rear to the edge. Lying half on, half off the bed, she shifted her hips to secure her place on the mattress and reached for the iron railings of the head and footboard. The next second, his tongue swept over her clit.

  She screamed unable to handle the pleasure expanding in her core, which robbed her lungs of air and her body from the satisfaction it required. The wicked man gave her no rest. Instead, he built a fire inside her that threatened to consume.

  “Nathaniel, please,” she moaned. So mindless with need, she squeezed her eyelids shut to keep from staring at his auburn hair between her legs. A warm breath brushed over her intimate skin.

  He shifted. “I want you to know the incredible sensations I can give you. First with my mouth, then...” He caressed her inner thigh and one long finger dipped inside her twat. “With my hand before I...”

  The rest of his words washed over her, and the light flick of his touch sent her heart racing. She bucked her hips amazed how the stiff digit awoke a hunger to have him even deeper. One, maybe two thrusts and he added another. The seductive friction to two fingers had her rocking in time to his mind-numbing assault. More pressure built inside her until she felt as if she’d fly apart any moment.

  “Come for me, baby. Give it to me,” he muttered and dropped his mouth over her clit. Heat seared through her, wiping her brain of everything but him. A light nip and he detonated an explosion. Spasms pulsed through her core, sucking on his fingers and pulling him deeper. Bliss flooded through every cell in her body and goose bumps formed on her skin.

  “Nathaniel!” she screamed, rolling up and grabbed for him. Seconds later, she collapsed onto the bed empty-handed.

  He nudged her legs up by her side and held them in place before he rose above her. The heat of his stare pulled her eyelids open. The emerald intensity pierced through her. Saying without words, he wasn’t done. “Hold onto your knees. I want you ready for me once I’m out of these clothes.”

  Attacking the buttons of his shirt, he shrugged it off his shoulders. In no time, he stood naked in front of her. The hard line of his chest showed well-defined muscles. He might be a doctor, but he also did most of the work around his homestead.

  She ventured outside while he had been busy with his patients. The large barn had several stalls free of debris and the loft full of hay. The two horses he owned looked well cared for, and the garden appeared as if it was tilt for planting in the spring. His lean body displayed how much he labored on his property. Her gaze ran over the slight curve of his belly and landed on the broad, mushroom head of his cock. Forcing herself to swallow the sudden lump in her throat, she stared at the long, thick length. How would she ever be able to please him?

  Her twat full with two of his fingers, she feared his erection would split her apart. “Nathaniel, I, uh...”

  He wrapped his hand around his thick girth and stepped forward. The large, round head of his cock bumped against her wet core. “Easy, sweetheart, you have no need to worry. Your sweet pussy is more than ready for me.”

  Shocked by her body’s reaction to the seductive caress, she wiggled and released her legs. Her heels hit the edge of the bed. She shifted over the quilt away from him. “I’m, uh, sure you’re right, but why don’t you lie down here.”

  She repositioned herself on the bed and allowed him room to stretch out beside her. Hoping to hide her uncertainty, she smiled and rolled to her side. “That way, we can both relax.”

  He dropped a knee onto the mattress before he propelled himself forward. The long line of his body met hers and rolled her onto her back. Within seconds, he spread her legs and dropped his weight between them. The erotic contact of his skin meeting hers had her burning with an unrelenting longing. His hard contour pressed into her soft curves and she melted beneath him. “Nathaniel, I—”

  His kiss cut off the rest of her sentence sending her words swiftly down her throat. He ran his tongue over the seam of her lips and darted deep into her mouth. With a slight shift of his hips, the blunt tip of his cock nudged against her opening.

  Uncertain exactly what she should do with her heart racing and her body eager to rub up against his, she shifted her legs farther apart. Almost as if she offered him an invitation, his penis brushed against her sensitive flesh and caused her to forget to draw a breath.

  Luckily, he must have realized her need for air because he released her lips and nibbled his way over to her ear.

  She gasped for her next breath and wrapped her body securely to his, fighting to hold on to something solid while her world spun out of control.

  Chapter Seven

  “You know the first time a woman makes love, her husband nails her maidenhead and marks her as his.” Nathaniel relished the quick hitch in her breath at his words, but not nearly as much as the way she clutched him tighter against her soft curves. Her arms circled his neck, her legs his hips while his cock prodded a bit deep into the snug barrier of her entrance.

  She froze and her muscles clenched in anticipation. A low groan whispered through her lips.

  He echoed the sound, enjoying the hot, wet, oh-so-inviting warmth of her pussy. He’d given her an orgasm earlier to show her the pleasure she’d find in his arms, but he knew she’d suffer when he finally took her innocence.

  Still, the incredible ecstasy of sinking into her moist opening had his control slipping. His upper body resting on his elbows, he guided his hands under her back and caressed her slender shoulders. Gently, he pushed deeper. The seductive invasion of his length sent small spasms, quivering along her inner thighs.

  “Nathaniel,” she whispered with a raspy gasp.

  Not detecting any panic in her voice or anxiety from his slow thrusts, he inched steadily inside her snug channel. Rocking back and forth, he set an easy rhythm to stretch her virginal flesh. She responded to the erotic pace by twitching her hips upward as he forged into her moist core. His body seduced by her tight passage clos
ing around his cock. He had to grit his teeth and fight the overwhelming need coursing through his blood. He felt as if he were drowning, never had he experienced sex like this before, but he also knew under no circumstance would he ever get enough of her either. She’d be his and only his for the rest of their lives.

  “Nathaniel, please!” She screamed, all breathless and frantic.

  Her demand shoved him to the end of his endurance. He had to remind himself of her lack of experience to keep from plunging deep and exploding.

  “I need...” She latched onto his biceps, her nails digging into his skin. The arousal on her face gave no indication of fear or discomfort, but he continually monitored her reaction.

  Each move fascinated him. The smooth line of her neck bowing upward, her head pressed back into the pillow. Her beautiful, light brown locks had broken free from her black hairnet that she had it imprison in, and played across her cheeks.

  Conscious that her restricted passage wasn’t used to his rock-solid girth, he fought the relentless urge to take her hard and kept his pace slow. He had no intentions of causing her any undue pain, but what was a man to do?

  No way could he give her the pleasure they both craved without bringing her an element of discomfort.

  Bowing his head, he nipped at her breast, hoping to ramp up her excitement. The exertion of keeping a tight rein on his self-control had sweat rolling down his spine and pressure expanding in his loins. With a quick thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.

  A scream echoed through the room.

  Nathaniel froze. Her face revealed her uncertainty. She held her eyelids tightly closed, and her white teeth nibbled on her lower lip. Fighting the desire to pound long and hard into her, he whispered, “Are you okay?”

  “Yes.” She opened her eyes and the arousal still shining in their depths eased the guilt he experienced in causing her pain.

  “Should I continue? Because otherwise sweetheart, I’d better head for the hills. I need you so much I’m about to explode.” Nathaniel held on by a thread, ready to bolt if she told him to stop.