Wild Seduction

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by Daire St. Denis


  She glanced over her shoulder to see Colton’s reaction and found him sitting up, tugging off his boots, followed by the double thud of them landing on the floor, discarded.

  Turning away again, Ashley arched her back while playing with the band of her panties, pushing the band down, then pulling it up again. Easing it low...slowly.

  Then up.

  Then back down as she gyrated her ass.

  She heard the friction of denim against skin. Colton must have removed his jeans. Her pulse raced at the thought.

  This time, instead of pulling the waistband of her panties back up, she inched it lower, and lower, swiveling her hips as the lace passed over the globe of her ass until the panties simply slithered to the floor.

  She glanced over her shoulder.

  Colton was sitting up, his shirt undone, his gaze clouded with lust.

  God, this was fun.

  Ash bent low to unzip her boots, unabashedly giving him a view of her bare ass, when his rumbling command stopped her.

  “Don’t.”

  Her hands stilled at the top of the zipper on the left boot. She straightened before casting a leisurely glance back at him.

  His gaze was no longer cloudy but stormy.

  “You’ve stripped.” He pushed himself off the bed to stand.

  “You’ve teased.” He strode toward her, grasped her shoulders and turned her to face him.

  His gaze seared her skin, lighting up every inch of her body from her lips to her nipples, from abdomen to where her hands covered her sex. He seized her wrists and pulled her hands away, forcing her to reveal herself for the first time.

  “Sweet mother of God.”

  When his gaze met hers the storm had morphed into a full-blown hurricane, savage and wild, hell-bent on destruction.

  “Now it’s your turn to do as I say.”

  Ash swallowed with difficulty.

  “And the first thing you’re going to do is leave those fucking boots on.”

  * * *

  COLTON COULDN’T REMEMBER ever being so turned on. Seriously. If someone would have told him a week ago that Ashley Ozark was a sex goddess, he’d have laughed in their face. Colton was not laughing now. Oh, no. He was on the very cusp of losing his mind. Of doing things to this woman that were still illegal in certain states.

  Primal, savage things.

  He needed this woman.

  Now.

  “Go stand by that wall,” he said. “Legs wide. Hands above your head.”

  Ashley regarded him for the span of a heartbeat before complying—blessed girl—making the three steps that took her to the wall, placing her hands up high, and spreading her legs like she was a perp, caught in the act of some crime, about to be frisked. God, her legs looked gorgeous in those boots. Her ass was perfect, round and high. Her waist narrow. Her skin...

  Lickable.

  “Don’t move,” he commanded before opening the nightstand and removing a condom. It took him about as much time to get it out of its packaging and on to his erection as the amount of time he’d spent on the bull yesterday. Nearly eight seconds but not quite.

  Two steps and he was standing right behind her, his hands taking over, needing to touch every inch of her perfect skin. He leaned into her back as his hands moved around her front.

  “You’ve been very bad, Ms. Ozark,” he whispered hotly into her ear.

  “How do you figure that?”

  “I don’t like being teased.”

  “Neither do I.”

  His hands covered both breasts, pinching at her little nipples until they became rock-hard buds between his fingers.

  “The fact you’re breathing so hard indicates the opposite.”

  “The fact you’re hard as a rock—” she wagged her ass against his cock “—would suggest the same,” she countered.

  Cheeky female.

  She’d pay for that. He released her breasts and slid his hands down her tummy—such a nice tummy—and kneaded the taut cords at her hips, moving closer and closer to her core.

  Her pretty, bare mound was more than he could take. How could her skin be so soft here? It was sweet and sexy and touchable and, good God, he wanted this woman.

  He cupped her hard. Rubbing and kneading her soft flesh, getting off on the sweet pants she made in between moans of pleasure.

  “Colton...” she whispered. “Oh, Colton.”

  “Yeah, baby?” He dug deeper, penetrating her with three fingers at once.

  She cried out and tilted her pelvis back into his hand, forcing his fingers deeper than he’d meant to go.

  Fitting his body flush against hers, he covered one hand where it was pressed against the wall and then guided his cock to her soaked pussy. He didn’t penetrate but rather wedged his erection in between her pussy lips, rocking back and forth, creating friction along her damp slit.

  “Colton! Please!”

  Yes. He wanted the same thing. Only thing was, he needed to see her come this time. Because this time he was going to make her come while he was deep inside of her.

  When he backed up—only for a second—she gasped in indignation.

  When he flipped her around so she faced him, she gasped with surprise and something else. He was pretty damn sure it was ecstasy.

  Taking hold of both her hands, he lifted them to the wall above her head and leaned down to capture her mouth, plunging his tongue past her lips like his cock longed to plunge into her smoking hot core. Biting and sucking, he ravished her mouth while his hips thrust against her, his cock sliding between her labia in deliciously frustrating friction.

  Ashley’s fingers curled with his, her strong hands holding tight, jerking and squeezing, as she gave her mouth just as passionately to him.

  He released a hand and slid it down her arm and side to her hip. Moving lower, he grasped her knee and drew it up, opening her to him.

  Pulling away, he grabbed her chin and held her still, forcing her to look at him. “You’re going to wrap your legs around my waist. Do you understand?”

  She blinked and then nodded.

  With a hand under her ass, he lifted her, and she wrapped those glorious legs around his midsection.

  “Now, I’m going to make you come.” He thrust all the way inside of her.

  She sucked in a breath.

  “And you have to promise me something.” Holding on to her bottom, he withdrew.

  “What?”

  “When you come—” he slammed back inside and her eyes rolled skyward “—you have to keep your eyes open.” He withdrew again.

  She made a mewling sound, soft and sexy.

  “Ash?”

  “Yeah?” The word hitched in the middle.

  “Look at me.”

  Her nails dug into his shoulders as she blinked at him, passion making her gaze hazy. “I need to see your face when you do it.” Colton grunted as he plunged inside of her again. “I need you to see me.” He drove into her again and again, his words sounding more guttural with every thrust as his body gave in to its basic urges. “I need you to know who is doing this to you.”

  “Colton.” His name was a plea, a plea to stop? A plea to keep going? She didn’t know what she wanted, he could see that from the confused pleasure on her face. Could feel it by the scratches on his back.

  He needed to taste her mouth one more time because he could sense how close she was. How close he was. And he needed to be joined with her in every way. Taste her. Touch her. Experience her body from her mouth to her tight nipples to her wet channel and her clenching thighs.

  She tore her mouth away to cry his name. “Colton...”

  Yes. Oh, God. Yes. Say it again.

  Pressing his body into hers to hold her against the wall, he drilled he
r harder and harder, faster and faster.

  “Oh, God, Colton!”

  With her ass in his hands, he held tight, turned and stumbled the three steps to the bed, lowering them both onto the mattress where he could finish properly. The second she was horizontal, her body arched into his, a bow of taut pleasure.

  “Open your eyes, Ash.”

  She did as she was told, though he doubted whether she could actually see. Wild arousal monopolized her features, her mouth parted as she gasped for breath, air hitching in and out of her lungs.

  Colt ground his teeth as he held on to her hips, moving faster, barely able to contain the mounting need to release.

  “Come, baby. Come,” he urged. “Let yourself go. C’mon.”

  She grappled at his shoulders, pushing and pulling as if she didn’t know if she was coming or going until finally her body bucked, a wicked all-encompassing reflex as she keened in a way he’d only heard from wild animals in the bush.

  “Look at me, dammit. Look at me,” he commanded through clenched teeth.

  Somehow she managed to pull her head up and stare openly into his face just as her orgasm hit. He thrust once more before holding her flush, giving himself permission to release, opening his body’s floodgates so that his orgasm raced to compete with hers.

  Crazy emotions flitted over her features. Pain. Joy. Pleasure. Confusion. Ecstasy.

  He thrust himself deeper as his own body spasmed inside of her, and just when he thought it was over, it wasn’t. One more jolt, one more spurt, one more pleasurable throb made more sweet by the pulsing of her inner walls.

  “Colton...” Her voice was ragged, and again it sounded like she might cry.

  Well, shit.

  He lowered his body on top of her and rolled them to their sides, cradling her head against his chest, stroking her soft hair.

  Damn.

  It took him a while to catch his breath and to bring his heartbeat back into normal range. That’s when Colton started to wonder if he’d gone too far. Pushed Ashley too much. Maybe her sex kitten act was just that, all an act.

  He drew her closer, kissing the top of her head.

  Ashley moved out of his embrace and propped herself up on to her elbow beside him. She gazed down at him, looking both pleased and puzzled.

  “How long does it take?” she asked, her face flushed, her fine hair wild and sexy.

  “How long does what take?”

  She reached down between them where he was still deliciously embedded inside her body. Drawing a circle on his thigh, she asked, “For you to be ready to go again?” She met his gaze, and a small smile touched the corners of her lips. “Because I think I want to do that again.”

  12

  ASHLEY ROLLED OUT of bed—stiffly—and went in search of her clothes. Colton had left a couple of hours ago to do chores, and she had fallen right back asleep.

  I just had sex with Colton Cross, an incredulous inner voice whispered.

  “That wasn’t just sex,” she murmured aloud. “That was... God, I don’t know what that was.”

  Now, all she had to do was find her clothes and pretend like everything was normal. Though there was nothing about her body that felt normal. They’d had sex once more before falling asleep, and then Colton had woken her up sometime in the middle of the night...or had she woken him up? It was all a little foggy.

  She found her panties hidden halfway under the bed. Her bra was a few feet away. That was it. Aside from the boots and trench coat. Pulling the curtains back from the small window in Colton’s room, she peered outside. The sun shone, and steam rose up from the ground where it was wet from last night’s rain.

  Oh, great.

  She’d been so focused on the striptease, she’d forgotten her bag in the car. Tucking the boots under her arm, she found her coat still lying on the floor in the sitting room, pulled it on and headed outside toward the parking area, carefully walking barefoot across the yard. It was early yet, so she didn’t see anyone around, thankfully. Once the trunk was popped, she threw the boots into the back and grabbed her suitcase and camera bag. The second she turned around, she dropped the suitcase...

  And squealed.

  Colton was right there. How he’d snuck up on her, quiet as a shadow, she had no idea. His mouth quirked up in a half smile as he closed the distance between them.

  “Morning, Ms. Ozark.”

  “Colton.”

  Why did it feel so weird to talk to the man who’d done more intimate things to her than any man had done before? Was it the light of day? Was it the realization of who this man really was? Cocky Colton Cross?

  He reached for the collar of her coat and tugged. “What you got under there?” he asked cheerfully.

  “None of your business.” She slapped his hand away.

  “It sure as hell was my business last night.” He tugged some more and then leaned down to get a view. “This morning, too, if memory serves.” He stuck a finger inside the coat, drawing a line up between her breasts.

  “Colt!”

  “Aw, don’t tell me we’re done playing.” His fingers trailed up her chest and traced her collarbones, leaving dark smudges in their wake. “I’m done chores. We’ve got an hour before breakfast.” He glanced at his hands. “I’m dirty and need a shower.” Pulling open the top of her coat, he pointed at the dirty smudges he’d left. “Looks like I’ve gotten you all dirty, too.”

  Ashley couldn’t help smiling. “What do you suggest?”

  “Well, if I was any kind of proper host, I’d offer to wash up the mess I’d made.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Mmm-hmm. But first, grab your bags.”

  Just after straightening from picking up her suitcase, Colton stooped and scooped her—bags and all—into his arms.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  “I’m carrying you back. Can’t have you cutting up those sweet little feet on these sharp rocks.”

  “Colton.” She laughed, pounding him playfully on the chest. “I won’t cut my feet.”

  “Not now you won’t,” he said, striding toward the bunkhouse as if she weighed nothing at all. “Besides, I like having you in my arms.”

  Ashley giggled and nestled her head beneath Colton’s chin. Parts of her body throbbed willingly in reaction to his not-so-subtle innuendo. Parts of her brain reminded her that this wasn’t real, but the reminder seemed to come from a long way away.

  Anyway, so what if it wasn’t real? It was fun, and besides, no one had ever worried about her sweet little feet before. Not even the romantic Spaniard from her holiday. And she’d certainly never been carried by a man before—never allowed herself to be carried. Not that she’d had any offers.

  So, if this was the last and only time a man carried her to protect her feet, she was going to enjoy it.

  * * *

  “SO, I WAS thinking maybe we could tour around the ranch after breakfast to check out locations for photo shoots,” Jasmine said. “What do you think?”

  “Great idea,” Ash replied, realizing she’d only been stirring the food around on her plate and not eating because her mind was on a loop, replaying the events of yesterday and this morning.

  Sweet Hannah.

  Being carried across a gravel parking lot might be gallant, but the things Colton did to her in the shower were anything but.

  Soaping her body.

  Using the removable shower head to rinse her body.

  Using the vibrating spray to arouse her body.

  Using his fingers and mouth to tease her body.

  Making her wait until after the shower to fill her body.

  Yes. Colton filled her like she’d never experienced before. So...thoroughly. So satisfying...

  The toe of a boot touched the
inside of her calf, and she jerked.

  The man who was currently starring in an erotic scene in her mind was sitting beside her, playing footsies with her.

  Or bootsies.

  “If you like,” Colton said, “I can saddle up some horses. Take you around to all the best spots.”

  “That sounds fun,” Ash said eagerly, her hand landing on Colton’s thigh beneath the table.

  “Oh.” Jasmine frowned. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m not much for horses.”

  Ash had forgotten that Jasmine didn’t ride. Not that she rode a ton herself, but she had always enjoyed it when she got the chance. Plus, the idea of spending the day with Colton, doing stuff that didn’t involve getting naked, was surprisingly appealing.

  Though the naked stuff was appealing, too.

  “What about the quads?” Colton asked. “You opposed to four-by-fouring?”

  “Can a quad fit three people?” Jasmine asked.

  “Nah. But I’ll ask Curtis if he wants to come along for a couple hours.” Colton nodded at Dillon. “You can spare us this morning, can’t you?”

  “Sure,” Dillon said. “Just make sure you’re back this afternoon. We’ve got some fence to fix.”

  Jasmine had a contemplative look on her features as she blinked at Colton. “You sure Curtis won’t mind?” she finally asked.

  “No reason why he should.”

  Strange. Jasmine’s smile wobbled a bit when she said, “Okay then. Let me get changed, and we’ll meet you out in the yard in ten.”

  Ashley walked Jasmine partway back to her room. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah. Everything’s great. I love this place. And I love that everyone here seems so in love.” She gave Ash a meaningful smile. “It’s an auspicious location for a wedding, don’t you think?”

  “Yeah. I do.” Ash swallowed thickly. “Umm, I’ll see you in a few minutes?”

  “Absolutely.”

  Ashley returned to the empty dining room and retrieved her camera that sat beside her plate. She took a few pictures of the great room, a couple from the picture window on the west side. Beautiful. Wandering into the kitchen, she paused. Dillon and Gloria were there, talking quietly, and because they didn’t acknowledge her, she figured they hadn’t heard her come in.

 

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