Harts of Arizona Series

by Yahrah St. John

  Then Chynna broke the kiss. When she looked at him her pupils were dilated and glassy with desire. She didn’t say another word; she just grasped one of his large hands in hers and led him out of the living room and toward the spiral staircase.

  “Chynna ...” Noah stopped her on the stairs even though ripples of excitement coursed through him.

  The imploring look she gave him told Noah there was no more time for words, just action.

  They climbed the stairs in silence, and when they reached the second floor, Chynna started for her room on the east wing, but Noah pulled her toward the west wing, his wing. He was the only occupant of it, and they would have no interruptions.

  Chynna smiled mischievously and allowed him to lead her to his bedroom. When they arrived, Noah turned on the lamp on his nightstand, giving the room a soft hue of light. Chynna was so beautiful; he didn’t want to miss a minute of seeing every inch of her in all her glory.

  Chynna was still standing at the door, but only long enough for Noah to hear the click of the lock on his bedroom door as she slipped off her flats. He smiled knowingly. Smart girl.

  He swung her into the circle of his arms and pressed his lips against hers while his hands moved everywhere. There were no tentative touches, just hot, drugging kisses. She kissed him back long and hard, and he answered her with all the pent-up frustration he’d been harboring for the last couple of weeks since she’d arrived at the ranch.

  “Make love to me, Noah,” Chynna murmured against his lips.

  “I’m going to do just that,” Noah said.

  Need surged through him. He wanted to explore every inch, every curve of Chynna’s body—make her moan and beg for him to bury himself inside her—and he would have all night to do it. Slowly, he pulled away and stared into her hazel eyes. As the rain battered the roof overhead, Noah knew that deep down, he’d always known that he would make love to this woman.

  “Chynna,” Noah said with a shaky breath, and he searched her face for some sign that she wanted to stop. Seeing none, he reached down and began unbuttoning her plaid shirt. When it fell open, Noah could see her nipples through the lacy number she wore underneath and he swore. “Have I told you you’re one of the sexiest women I’ve ever met?”

  “No,” Chynna said, smiling, “but it’s nice to hear.”

  “I mean every word,” Noah said as he removed the shirt from her body and it fell to the floor.

  But Chynna wasn’t going to be an inactive participant. In one fluid motion, she slid her hands up under his T-shirt and hiked it up over his head and tossed it aside. Before he could stop her, she made easy time of his jeans buckle and zipper, and soon his jeans were hitting the floor along with its predecessor. Noah appreciated her enthusiasm and stepped out of his jeans, leaving him standing only in his boxer briefs.

  But if she thought she was in control, she had another thought coming. He reached for her, crushing her to him, and took her mouth with an intensity that surprised him. His tongue delved inside her mouth, while his hands worked at the waistband of her jeans. Unsnapping them, he slid them down her curvy behind without breaking the sweetness of their kiss. And when he did, it was only long enough to lift her off her feet, lay her on his bed, and remove the denim from her long legs.

  With her honey-blond hair fanned out on his bed and wearing next to nothing, the magnitude of the moment hit Noah. He was going to be intimate with a woman other than Maya. And for the first time, he didn’t feel guilty about moving on with his life. It was time, and he was going to begin the moment with Chynna.

  Chynna glanced up at Noah and for a fraction of a second, she could see him thinking and wondered if he’d changed his mind. She wouldn’t let him. She lifted her arms, clasped them around his neck, and pulled him down with her onto the bed, and he fell into her mass of arms and legs. His thighs and calves were chiseled and strong—a clear indication of a rancher’s hard work, and it looked good on Noah.

  Making love with him would be different from the sex she’d had with other men over the last few years. Tonight she was going to close her eyes and give in to every gnawing need she’d held inside for this man. She moved her hands up and down his body, stroking his lean back and moving her hands over his tight butt like she’d imagined in her dreams. Except this time, it was real. This time, she could feel his response as she rubbed herself seductively against him.

  “Easy, love,” Noah said, shifting slightly until he was on his side facing her. “I want to take my time and savor you, touch you, kiss you.”

  No one had ever said those words to her. Usually, men she slept with wanted to hit it and quit it, but Noah ... well, he was different, and she’d known it from the start. It’s why she hadn’t been in a hurry to go back to her life, though eventually she would. But for tonight, she would shut those thoughts from her mind and just be with him.

  “Don’t take too long,” Chynna said.

  He responded by reaching over to pull her in his arms and kiss her long, hard and deeply. Her lips parted, and she drank in the sweetness of his kiss and the mastery he showed by making her moan with desire. She heard the snap of her bra and felt the tenderness of his touch as he spun her over to her stomach. He pulled back her hair to place feather-light kisses and light flicks of his tongue on the back of her neck, shoulders and spine. It was completely sensuous, and pleasure radiated from every pore of her being.

  His hands moved down the length of her back to massage her buttocks, the back of her thighs, knees and calves as he searched for her pleasure points, which were particularly sensitive spots for her. When he found them, low groans escaped Chynna’s lips.

  “Oh, yes ...”

  “You like that,” he murmured, glancing up at her. But Chynna was powerless to answer because her senses were spinning.

  Noah made a path upward long enough to divest her of her panties, discard them and kiss her butt cheeks. Chynna sighed with pleasure. When his body finally slid upward and brushed past her, Chynna felt his burgeoning erection in his shorts, and she reached behind her to take him in his hands, but Noah was having none of it and pushed her hand away.

  “There will be time for me later,” he said. He was on a mission, and when he flipped her back over, his mouth found one of her breasts that had been aching for his touch. He fondled one mound with one hand while his mouth ravished the other breast. The tugging sensation of his mouth drove her wild. He teased one nipple, laving it with his tongue, circling the tight bud over and over again until Chynna thought she might die if he didn’t do the same to the other. As if reading her mind, he glanced up devilishly and paid her other breasts equal attention and fervor, but this time he added another element by sliding his hands down her body to the triangle between her legs that was dewy with moisture, and he parted the folds with his fingers to delve inside.

  Chynna nearly jumped off the bed at his intimate embrace. Not because she didn’t want it, but because she didn’t just want his fingers there, she wanted him, all of him. She wanted to feel him deep inside her. She was dying for it, aching for it, but Noah was going to make her wait.

  His finger slid in and out of her wet heat while his tongue played with her nipples. Chynna began to squirm under his deft caresses.

  “Please, Noah.”

  “Please, what?” he asked, lifting his head to look up at her.

  “I need you.”

  “Soon, babe,” Noah said, and before Chynna could react, he’d pushed himself down to her waist, propped both of her legs over his shoulder and ducked his head between her thighs.

  Chynna felt his tongue seconds later at the entry to her womanhood. He blew air at her slightly, and she shivered just as his tongue entered her. Her hips involuntarily arched off the bed as she gave herself over to the master of his tongue. He dove in and out with deliberate precision.

  “Oh, God!” Chynna’s hips arched upward, eager for more of hi
s intimate embrace.

  “Yes, babe.” Noah tongued her with delight. “Come for me.”

  He slid his tongue and finger inside her simultaneously, up, down, in and out, side to side. He circled her clitoris with such delicious torture that Chynna finally became unglued. She released all her inhibitions and cried out, “Noah!”

  Noah lowered her legs from his shoulders and moved upward to brush Chynna’s tousled hair from her face. “Was that good?”

  “Can’t you tell?” she asked with heavy-lidded eyes.

  A free and easy smile came across his lips. “Yes, and it’s not over.” He spun away from her and off the bed. When he returned a few minutes later and lowered himself back on the bed, Chynna heard the crackle of foil and turned to watch Noah slide a condom on his large shaft. As much as she’d enjoyed his earlier ministration, Chynna was ready for the main event.

  Noah poised himself above her, and Chynna opened her eyes to see him gazing at her intensely—it was an honest, open and passionate expression. The look told her just how much she and this moment meant to him without him saying a word. It was a look of promise and perhaps the possibility of a future, but Chynna was too afraid to think about that now. Her response was to close her eyes and wrap her legs around him, letting him know it was okay. Noah answered by slowly pushing forward into her wet opening.

  Chynna accepted all he had to offer. Having him inside her body felt like home, and she could feel her inner muscles expand and contract as he thrust forward, filling her completely.

  Chynna was so hot, so slick, so wet as Noah slid himself with one push inside her that he thought he might lose himself right then and there. It had been a long time since he’d been with a woman, but Chynna wasn’t just any woman. As he began thrusting inside her, his fingers danced over her skin, skimmed her body and her hips.

  Her eyes were slightly closed, but he could see the waves of ecstasy as they washed over her face, and he wanted Chynna to ride the wave with him. He reached between her legs and worked his fingers between the folds of her womanhood as he pumped inside her and her eyes flew open. This time, he held her gaze, and as he plunged in and out, she whimpered noises of pleasure.

  He bent to her breast, suckling, nibbling and pulling at it with his lips while his hands moved from inside her to cup her buttocks so he could thrust even deeper, pounding into her. Chynna clung to him, and her nails scratched his forearms with each fierce thrust. Noah was lost. He was caught up in a whirlwind that only Chynna could calm.

  She screamed first and began bucking underneath him, which triggered his orgasm. Wave after wave of delight coursed though him. He shouted and collapsed on top of her. Thank God he had the entire west wing to himself or he would have woken up the entire house.

  “That was incredible,” Noah said quietly as he slid onto his side as to not crush Chynna.

  He glanced over at her and sweat gleamed on her bosom.

  Chynna slid to her side and stroked his cheek. “That was amazing,” she said. “Wanna do it again?”

  The nagging sound of a cricket awoke Chynna from her sleep the following morning rather than the blinding sun which had been up for some time. She found herself in Noah’s bed alone, but the occupant was still in the room.

  Noah was standing bare-chested, wearing a pair of jeans and staring out the window with a cup of coffee in his hands. The fact that he hadn’t seen her awake gave Chynna time to not only watch him but reflect on what had taken place between them the night before.

  They’d made love not once, not twice, but three times last night. They’d been insatiable for each other and had made love until nearly dawn. Flashbacks of their lovemaking came to her mind. Chynna smiled when she remembered straddling Noah and riding him as wave after wave of sheer delight consumed her. Chynna blushed when he’d surprised her by flipping her first on her knees so he could make love to her from behind. She shuddered when she thought about how he grasped both her arms behind her as he thrust inside her and how she’d come twice during the encounter.

  As if sensing she was awake, Noah spun around from the window to face her. Had he been thinking about their incredible night of lovemaking? Or worse was he regretting their night of passion?

  “Good morning, sleepyhead,” he said, taking a sip of coffee that he liked to drink black. “Would you care for a cup?” he asked, pointing to his cup.

  “Would love some,” Chynna said, smiling as she sat up and brought the sheet up to her bosom with her. She watched his eyebrow raise at the action. “But how did you get it?”

  “I went downstairs and got some and brought a carafe up.” He motioned to a tray sitting on the nightstand beside Chynna.

  “Well, then I’ll have some,” Chynna said, flipping her legs over the side of the bed. She glanced around the room, looking for something to wear, but didn’t see her clothes.

  Noah walked over to the bed and retrieved the plaid shirt he’d been wearing last night and handed it to Chynna. “Is this better?” he asked, holding out the garment.

  “Yes.” Chynna let the sheet lower, revealing her naked body to Noah’s gaze, but she quickly slipped his shirt on and began buttoning it. She didn’t know why she was self-conscious in the morning light, considering everything they’d done last night, or rather, this morning.

  “Was anyone up?” Chynna inquired.

  Noah smiled mischievously. “Why do you ask?”

  Rather than answer, she poured herself a cup of coffee from the carafe on the tray. Finally she said, “Well, from the looks of it, it’s rather late, and your family was probably wondering what happened when both of us didn’t show up to breakfast.”

  “I’m sure they’ve figured it out.”

  “Noah!” Chynna chided, turning to glare at him.

  “What?” Noah shrugged. “We’re both adults and what we choose to do behind closed doors is none of their business.”

  “It’s not that simple when you live in your parents’ home.” She sipped her coffee.

  “Of course it is,” Noah said. “Maya and I had no problem keeping our private life private.”

  As soon as he said his wife’s name aloud, an uncomfortable silence took over the room. Chynna wondered if he’d been thinking about her as he stood at the window staring out over the ranch.

  Noah placed his coffee cup on the nightstand and scooted next to her on the bed. He took one of her hands in his and said, “I’m sorry I brought her up.” Sensing her uneasiness, he added, “I wasn’t thinking about her while we were together, Chynna, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He caressed her cheek softly with hands roughened from his labor on the ranch, and with an index finger he turned her head to face him. “There were no ghosts in my bed last night. It was just me and you.”

  Chynna smiled and inwardly gave a sigh of relief. “Okay.”

  “How about some breakfast?” he asked. “I think Cook left a breakfast casserole downstairs warming on the stove.”

  “I need a shower first.” She rose to her feet and started peeling his shirt from her body, and this time, unabashed by her nakedness, she turned around and said, “Are you joining me?”

  “Hell, yeah,” Noah said, jumping off the bed. He pulled a new condom off the three-pack and rushed into the bathroom.

  They made it downstairs for a late breakfast a half an hour later, after Noah had made sweet love to Chynna in the shower. He’d joined her under the taps and had soaped and washed every part of her body. Then he’d backed her up against the wall, wrapped her long legs around his waist and joined them as one. The friction of her soapy body rubbing all over him as he thrust into her wet body had been intoxicating. He’d buried himself deep inside, and Chynna had matched his every thrust until eventually they’d both cried out their release.

  Now they were walking into the kitchen hand in hand, prepared to face the onslaught of questions, but the only person s
itting in the room was Caleb with a cereal bowl.

  He glanced up when he heard their footsteps, took one look at them and said, “Well, well, well. Now I know why I thought I felt the earth move last night.” He chuckled.

  Chynna blushed furiously at his side, but Noah walked over and popped Caleb across the head. “Watch your tongue.”

  “Hey, what was that for?” Caleb asked, moving away from another one of Noah’s blows. “I speak the truth.”

  “Keep your truths to yourself,” Noah said, pulling out Chynna’s chair so she could sit across from Caleb. “Where’s everyone anyway?”

  “Now that the rain has lifted, Mama and Daddy are out surveying the damage and soothing the guests’ ruffled feathers.”

  “I should be out there,” Noah said, walking over to the stove and removing the foil off the breakfast casserole. Cook knew it was one of his favorites, with eggs, potatoes, sausage, onions and cheese. He sliced two generous pieces and put them on a nearby plate on the counter. Then he popped them into the microwave.

  “Appears to me like you were otherwise occupied,” Caleb said as he sunk his spoon into his cereal and took a mouthful.

  “Did anyone ever explain tact to you?” Chynna finally spoke up.

  Caleb laughed and glanced her way. “Glad to see you aren’t afraid to talk.”

  Chynna smiled broadly. If only he knew. Until recently, she’d had that very same problem, but not anymore. Speaking of her life, she owed Kenya a long overdue call. “Will you excuse me for a moment?” She rose from the table. “Now that the weather has improved, I need to call my sister.”

  “What about breakfast?” Noah asked, holding up the plate of casserole he’d just heated.

  “Just put it on a plate for me,” Chynna said. “I’ll be right back.” Seconds later, she was walking out of the kitchen, leaving Noah and Caleb alone.

  Noah put one slice on another plate and took the other with him along with a glass from the cupboard. He sat next to Caleb at the table. He reached for the pitcher of orange juice his brother had left sitting out on the table and poured himself a glass.