He took her hand and helped her climb onto the mattress. Her long dark hair spread over the pillow like an ebony cloud. He swept his gaze over her, paused slightly longer at her groomed pussy, wanting to bury himself right there right now, but he had to take his time.
Seducing her with his mouth and tongue, he teased her, coaxed her, driving the force between them deeper and stronger. He was so full of need that he thought he’d shatter into a million pieces if he didn’t have her soon. He craved to sink his cock into her tight pussy but she’d ordered up multiple orgasms and that was exactly what he planned for her. He wanted to make her come over and over, beg for him to enter her, have her scream his name. He wanted to fuck her, and yet he wanted to make love to her too.
Slowly, he made his way down her body, stopping at her navel and swirling his tongue in the dense cave. She arched her back and whimpered. He loved how she was so sensitive, responsive. He placed flitting kisses on her stomach, along her pubic bone, each hip, nibbling, and caressing with his tongue.
He intentionally kept her weeping pussy in waiting.
She became impatient, thrashing her body, lifting her hips.
He looked up her body, smiling. “Now, now, sweet thing. You said you wanted multiple orgasms and I plan to deliver.”
“No, you’re only driving me crazy.” Her voice sounded weak.
“Ah, but you are a new dessert that I must devour slowly. Sample each depth of flavor.” He kissed her inner thigh. “Savor each spice.” He kissed the other thigh. “Learn the recipe with my tongue so that I can make it often.”
“Holy mother of all that is…” Her words faded like a curtain closing. She quivered under him.
Although he could tease her longer, he knew he needed to continue in his exploration because his cock was threatening to come before things got started. He wasn’t in control at the moment. Was he ever when it came to her?
She trembled as he moved. Her inhale of breath and squeak told him how she neared release and he hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet. He enjoyed how her thighs easily parted, welcoming him to plunder the treasure. He wanted to dig in, lap up her sweetness, but he surpassed heaven for a bit longer and went for the soft flesh of her outer thigh. He kissed, and licked, leaving a moist trail to the back of her knee where he did the same. He followed the feminine path of slender leg until he came to her delicate ankle. He slipped his thumb and forefinger around her foot and lifted, admiring how nice her toes were. Her toenails were painted a pretty pink and she had a high arch. He kissed that spot. She clutched the sheet and pulled, a giggle drifting off her lips.
She was ticklish.
He lifted the other foot, and she tried pulling away, but he held her gently. He journeyed upward to her knee, to her thigh, licking the trembling skin. He wanted a taste of her pussy and he wanted it bad.
Not yet.
He rolled her over and roved his gaze over her slender back, the flare of her hips and her tight, plump ass. Curves of a goddess.
As if he followed her dips like a treasure map, he brushed his fingers along her spine, her waist, to her bottom that was quivering and scattered with goose bumps. He lowered his mouth and kissed one desirable curve, then moved to the other. She cried out and he rewarded her with a nibble of the tight skin. He followed the dip to the back of her thigh, giving it the same affection until she was quaking. Then he turned her back over.
Her nipples were as hard as diamonds and her eyes glazed with need.
“Now for that dessert,” he whispered.
Using his fingers, he opened her pink lips, exposing the glistening crux of her thighs and the swollen, hidden nub. He kissed the sensitive spot and she jerked. He smiled. He then blew and she cried out. With the tip of his tongue, he drew a figure eight, suckling her clit between his lips. She came off the bed in a high arch. A bead of cream dripped from her and he swirled his finger through her juices, bringing it to his mouth and licking her from his digit.
He wanted her then, but not so fast…
He slid his forefinger down her seam and pushed into her knuckle deep. “My God, you’re so wet.”
“Yes! Yes! I’m ready. So ready!”
“Yes, baby.” He lowered his mouth and dipped his tongue where his finger had been then curled his tongue through the wet cleft. He moved deeper, teasing her opening as he tasted, inhaled her scent and her fingers dug into his shoulders as if pleading for more. He’d give her more…and more until she finally drove her cleft against his mouth. He sipped her, drinking her in, like a perfectly aged wine. He couldn’t seem to get enough.
She lifted her hips higher, her whimpers became frantic and riddled with bittersweet anticipation.
He swirled the tip of his tongue through the seam to the swollen bundle of nerves. He circled the flesh, suckling, and blew. Her cries and stiff movements told him a story of how close she was to release. When he licked her then drew her into his mouth, her moan vibrated the walls—or was it just his body?
He wanted to watch her expression—watch the evidence of her orgasm flit across her lovely features, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t stop attending to her clit and the juices that flowed over his lips and chin.
Cam learned what she liked, how she liked it. If he churned his tongue over her cleft her back arched. If he suckled her clit she thrust her hips upward and whimpered in abandoned delight.
He slid a finger inside, tested the coiled muscles until he found the spot that triggered a different sound from her, similar to a purr. He smiled against her crux, enjoying his exploration. He joined another finger inside of her slick passage, stretching her, feeling her juices flowing over his knuckles.
Her orgasm came quick and hard. Her body tightened around him and her scent turned musky and tantalizing. He ached to climb up her and sink himself into her sweet pussy, but he was caught at a precipice between wanting his own release and wanting to continue to lap at the gift flowing over his tongue.
His body was raw with emotion, heavy in need. She jutted her hips again as another round of spasms shook her body, her legs quivering, her head was buried into the pillow. He continued to stroke her with his fingers and tongue, laying claim to her pussy. Her fingernails clawed him and he believed if she had long nails he would be shredded. Her fingers came up to rub his head and all he could think was how much he wanted those hands wrapped around his cock, stroking and rubbing.
Shit! There was no way he could fight the craving any longer. If he didn’t have her now he’d come all over the bed. He was just that ready.
He lifted to his knees, hovering above her, his cock glistening at the tip with a sample of what was to come, literally.
“Did I please you, baby?”
“Yes, Cam. Now I want you inside of me. Now!”
*****
If Moon had to describe in one word what she was feeling she’d have to say it was gleaming. Cam had teased her, licked her, and coddled all of her stresses and chains away with his magical tongue and hands. She’d never experienced more glorious orgasms, one after another until her bones had melted. He’d nearly driven her into insanity, wielding his fingers and tongue like a magician’s wand. She was still fueled from the explosion of fireflies at the apex of her thighs when he finally situated himself between her legs.
She wasn’t too proud to beg for him to put out the flames if it came to that.
He had taken her to a place where she’d never known, never imagined. He’d brought her pleasure unlike any other. Created a hunger inside of her womb that threatened to burn her alive. She ached to have his hard, long cock buried inside of her. She wanted him deep, his hands clutching her hips. She wanted him to come with her.
He lowered his mouth and kissed her, not just a kiss but one that poems were written about. His erection stood proudly against her stomach, the pinkish head was wet with pre-cum and her mouth watered. The sudden urge to have him in her mouth, to taste the salty goodness was strong, but the flames licking at her insides warned her sh
e’d have to sample him later. Now she needed him inside of her.
His irises turned darker and his nostrils flared as he fisted his shaft with his large hand and pressed himself at the opening of her pussy. The tip teased her slick lips and his tight body told her it was taking all of his control not to ram her.
“Damn. I need to take this slow. I’ll never forgive myself if I come this soon,” he hissed.
She wrapped her arms around his back then lifted her hips high, rubbing against him, teasing him. Tingles shot through her clit at the sensation of his hard head pressing against her still very sensitive lips.
He then moved, slowly, easing himself inside.
He wasn’t moving fast enough.
She grabbed his ass and at the same time, thrust her hips and brought their bodies fully connected. He moaned and he laid his head back, making the sound more of a mating call than a groan. The exquisite feeling of having him inside of her, muscles stretching to accommodate his size was something indescribable. Her channel welcomed him, becoming wetter.
He pulled out to his tip then sank deep again—doing this several more times until his breathing turned to pants. Each tight plunder possessed her, made her pussy sing in delight. Made her ass clench.
She brought her legs around his hips as the tingles grew heavier where their bodies connected. It was an uncontrollable feeling, one she wouldn’t want to cage even if she could. She wanted to wallow in the burgeoning sensation that grew like a budding flower, slowly and exquisitely.
Her muscles tightened.
He jerked. “Oh, shit!”
“What?” she whispered.
“You. You’ll be the death of me.”
And then a glorious release flooded her. She drifted completely into the cloud, giving her body freedom to soar higher. He didn’t stop moving and her body continued to spasm and respond to the electrical current flowing through her. Invisible fingers tapped up and down her spine before landing in a heated blaze into her bottom, oozing down her limbs. Every muscle in her constricted. Every cell sang a lullaby. A bliss unlike any other riddled through her.
His hips moved in a tight rhythm. Not too fast. Not too slow. Each plunge reached deep and hard. The tip of his cock teased her womb, breaching her most secret spot. There was nothing left of her that he hadn’t touched, kissed, made passionate love to. She writhed around his shaft, seeping her love all around him. She lifted her head and licked his flat, dark nipple. He moaned deep in his chest and he stopped moving. She found his button.
She continued her kisses across his smooth chest until her lips met the other hard nub. She teased it with her tongue, nibbled lightly, mimicking some of the moves he’d done on her pussy.
He pressed his palm against the headboard as if bracing himself against a flood. Sweat beaded on his forehead, veins popped out on temples and as he looked down at her in a wild, frantic look she knew that life would never be the same. She wasn’t sure how she lasted this long without this man beside her, but for the life of her, she didn’t want to live another moment without him.
He pulled out of her and dropped to her side, dragging her with him.
Tears built in her eyes but she blinked them away. She wanted to cry. Was this the soft hands of cupid working?
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Moon held the nail as she reached for the hammer, then pounded the board into place. She’d been working on the fence since she’d groggily climbed from her ruffled bed that morning. Cam had already left by then, but not before he had written her a note—written in marker on the pillow where he’d laid his head.
It had read…
“I’ll be thinking of you.”
The message had left her smiling and even the scorching sun beating down on her didn’t take away from the joy from their lovemaking.
She would count down the minutes until she saw him later.
She grabbed her water and just happened to spot Cam walking toward the barn with Dade. He’d told her he wouldn’t be by until this evening. She swallowed hard as she dipped her hungry gaze over him. He looked absolutely sexy in his white hat, blue button down and jeans that were lose, but didn’t hide the fact that he was built in every sense of the word.
Her inner thighs trembled as she remembered how he’d brought her orgasm after orgasm until they’d fallen asleep. Neither had even concerned themselves of the risk of announcing to everyone that they were a couple.
In fact, she wasn’t sure she cared.
She’d come to an understanding last night. She’d fallen in love with him. It wasn’t planned or expected, but here she was, neck deep in emotion for Cam Parker. She’d been the one who’d laid down the rules from the beginning that they should keep emotions out of things. Boy was she wrong.
Hearing an unusual rumbling noise, she scanned the field behind her. The tall stems with large purple flowers swayed in the slight breeze, but there was nothing else out of the ordinary. She looked upward, using her hand to shield her eyes from the afternoon sun streaming down directly upon her. It didn’t look like rain, but she swore she heard thunder. The clouds crawled by and the sky was the color of Cam’s beautiful eyes.
Boy, she had it bad when she compared everything she saw to Cam.
Several guests were passing close by, chatting about what they’d eat for breakfast. They waved at Moon and she waved back.
In the distance, she saw Jace chopping wood for the guests’ fireplaces.
Of course, her gaze naturally found Cam again. He was now leaning against the fence, his boot propped on the bottom rail. She zoomed in on his tight bottom and broad back. She felt woozy.
She drank more of her water. And that’s when she saw it. A glinting among the reeds. She zeroed her gaze in as she stood, trying to piece together what exactly she was a seeing. A horse came into view. Without a rider, but the mare had a saddle on. Moon walked a short distance down along the fence. The bottle dropped from her fingers and fell at her feet, splashing water on her.
The horse was galloping fast.
And dragging something.
Realization struck her with a strong force.
“Oh, shit!” she whispered. The horse dragged a body. “Cam!” she yelled. She threw her arms up to get his attention.
His head popped up and he looked around as if to find who had called his name. Then he spotted her.
She pointed to the horse approaching fast.
Something changed in his expression.
The horse’s hooves pounded the dirt hard, sounding closer. Moon turned, preparing herself. Without thought, she placed her feet in a wide stance. What were only seconds seemed to turn into hours as she watched the horse, gauging where she’d run. The mare wasn’t swaying off its course.
She could now see who was being dragged and her chest tightened. Fear filled her. She had one opportunity to grab the reins and stop the beast. The horse wasn’t slowing down even as it approached Moon.
Standing in its path, the mare did finally slow some. Thankfully, she’d been trained, but something had her spooked—besides the fact that her rider had fallen off.
In the back of her mind she registered Cam yelling something at her, but she couldn’t process his words. She was focused on stopping the horse.
As the mare was fifty feet, twenty feet, five feet, Moon rushed forward. “Slow it down, Lucy.” The horse reared up, clawing its front hooves through the air. Her whinnies and snorts were frantic. “It’s okay, girl. Calm down.” Moon reached out, snatched up the flowing leather straps. She thought she had the situation in control, but Lucy wasn’t quite ready to calm down. Moon was no opposition against the horse. Holding the straps tightly, she wasn’t about to let go. She dug her boots into the dirt.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Cam. He was beside her, grabbing the reins, and together they managed to get Lucy relaxed, although she continued to breath heavy, snorting wildly.
Moon quickly patted the horse’s neck, soothing her. Cam was already beside Cole, who a
ppeared dead. Without leaving Lucy’s side, Moon rounded the horse so she could see what was happening. Cole’s hands were tied in front of him, his left leg had a gaping hole where blood was seeping through his jeans, and he had several deep cuts on his face. He was so dusty she couldn’t see much else. “Is he alive, Cam?”
“He’s still breathing,” he said in a rushed tone.
In her erratic emotions, it took her a long second before she noticed the arrow sticking out of the horse’s rump. It was embedded in the muscle.
Jace ran up and grabbed the reins from her. “I’ll take her, just in case she decides to get stubborn again.”
She nodded. “She’s been shot with an arrow.” Her knees weakened.
Jace’s jaw tightened.
“I called an ambulance,” Dade said as he ambled up. He was out of breath and he bent over, clutching his leg and his cane, obviously hurting.
Moon didn’t know what to do, so she knelt down beside Cam. “Is there anything I can do?”
He narrowed his gaze on her. “That was a stupid thing to do,” he snapped. He was already pulling the frayed rope until Cole’s hands were free. Cam looked over his shoulder. More people were surrounding them, “Mav, I have my bag in my SUV parked by the barn. Grab it.”
Moon eyed Cam’s tight profile. “Stopping the horse to save him was stupid?” She knew this wasn’t the time, but the words seemed to come on their own accord.
“Have you forgotten that you’re pregnant?” He didn’t even look up at her as he quickly examined Cole. “He’s breathing. Barely. Step back,” he demanded.
She stared at the lifeless Cole, praying that he’d be okay.
“Moon! Go!” Cam yelled.
She jerked and stood, staring blankly as Maverick handed Cam the bag and he worked on Cole. The minutes seem to float by.
*****
Cam dropped his bloody gloves into the trash and walked down the long hallway of the hospital corridor. He stepped into the waiting area and the first face he saw was Moon’s. Her eyes were red and she was pale. He knew all too well how she felt. The image of her jumping in front of the horse to stop her had replayed through his mind over and over again, even as he worked on Cole. He had watched grimly, scared to death that she would be hurt. He had been at a cross of wanting to toss her over his lap and spank her and dragging her into his arms and never letting go.
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