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He leaned down and kissed her, but paused right at her lips, as if he was inhaling her. His eyes searched hers, wanting, asking a silent question. She raised her lips to his, pressing her tongue along his lips, tasting him, loving how soft they were. His hand came up, twisted into her wet hair and gently tugged. She stroked his tongue, the part of him that had coaxed her into orgasm many times in the past and she still burned in wanting more. His hands wrapped around her nape as the kiss deepened, while his other hand meandered down her back and flattened at the base of her spine, one finger settling in the seam of her bottom. He then pushed her against the wall, his gaze meeting hers.
“You’re an aphrodisiac,” he whispered.
“And so are you.”
“I love to look at your naked skin.” He ran his index finger between her breasts, slipping the tips of his fingers over them, rolling his nail around one nipple. She moaned as tingles spread through her. He reached around her and shut off the water. “Let’s take this outside of the shower.”
He stepped out, grabbed a towel from the rack, and held out his palm for her to take. She did and he dried her body, taking extra time on her hair. His nose skimmed her ear and she heard him inhale. “You smell like sugar.”
Her breathing changed, turning ragged and her inner thighs throbbed in eagerness. His lips touched her shoulder and goosebumps scattered her flesh. She wanted more and more. His head lowered to her breast and he suckled the nipple until it was achingly hard for what he could offer. Her core pulsated.
“One touch from your hands and I’m lost,” she whispered. He looked at her as he continued to suckle her nipple. “Where the hell did you learn to use those magical lips? But wait, I don’t want to know.”
He reached around her and dragged her off her feet. She squealed and then laughed. He carried her into the other room and laid her in the middle of the bed. He stood at the edge, skimming her body with his mysterious eyes. Her belly quivered and she couldn’t keep her feet still or her toes from tingling. She wanted him…now!
“Lift your arms, baby, high above your head.”
Not sure where this was headed, she did as requested, her breasts thrusting forward, her nipples pointing straight at him. “You’re so damn sexy.”
“Come here, hot cowboy.”
He lowered himself next to her, stretching out beside her and she entwined her fingers into his damp hair. He kissed her neck and she rolled her chin to the side, giving him better access. “Mmm…tastes like sugar too.” He extended each nipple, tugging and rolling.
Feelings registered as sharp prickles, easing into her groin, moisture dampened her thighs.
“I bet you could almost come with me sucking these.” He licked one nipple.
She arched her back, wanting more of his magical hands.
“How much do you like this, sweetheart?”
“Mmm.”
“Tell me, baby. I need to hear.” He continued the sweet torture.
“I can’t get enough of your touch.”
“I could do this all night.”
“I think I would melt away.”
He chuckled. “And I’d lap you up.”
He smoothed his hand over her stomach, pausing at the top of her pubic bone. He moved his finger as if teasing her. She bucked her hips, a silent invitation to continue.
He dipped his hand, but didn’t touch her, hovered his hand a few inches above the apex of her thighs. She moaned and bent her knees, spreading her legs wide. He must know how hot she was. How much she craved for him to put out the flame at the junction of her body.
“I can smell your heightened passion.” He bit her ear lobe, gentle, but enough of a pinch that she jerked. “I love seeing the pink coloring on your skin and know I put it there.”
Her brain fogged. What did he say?
Instead of following through, he brought his hand back to her breasts, tweaking her nipples again into hardened nubs of sensitive flesh. She cried out, arched her back. She burrowed her head into the pillow, clutching her fingers together high above her head. She started to lower her hands, but he ceased her wrists holding them steady and high.
His free hand moved down her side, stopping at one hip. He moved his hand to her sex, and with one finger, he slowly glided into the wet seam, inserting his finger, the tip first, then to the knuckle, then deeper until all of his digit was in her.
“Yes. Wet and ready.” He exhaled slowly and slipped his fingers from her, bringing his hand to his mouth. He licked her juices from his fingers, whirling his tongue around the digits. “The taste is exotic.”
Oh crap! Her body was nothing but a ball of sexual tension.
“I want to touch you. I need to touch you!” She lowered her hands and smoothed her fingers over his shoulders, over his chest and down his coiled flesh until she reached the part of him that could satisfy the hunger within her. Clutching her hand around his length, she stroked him until a deep moan came from in his chest.
He reached over, grabbed something from the nightstand drawer. A condom. He ripped open the package and pulled out the sheath. “Here let me.” She took it from him, placing it on his tip and rolled it over him.
Once the condom was in place, he lifted above her, spreading her legs with his knee. She closed her eyes, anticipating his touch. “Look at me,” he whispered.
She fluttered her eyes open. His eyes were dark and mysterious. She reached her hands around his hips, clutching his tight bottom in her hands and pulled him down. “If I have to wait one more second I think I’ll scream.”
“Screaming isn’t a bad thing.” He smiled.
“It is if I wake up the guests in the other cabins.”
He grabbed his shaft, positioned it at her core, and in one slow thrust, he entered her. Afraid she might still scream, she pressed her lips against his shoulder, riding the waves coursing through her.
He wrapped his arms around her and together they rolled, his back to the bed and her on top. “Darlin’, you’re in control. Do to me what you please.”
Holy fuck. In charge? Of this cowboy?
“Is that too much?” he asked.
Her inner wild woman roared and her inner thighs fluttered in excitement. Something took hold in her and, in sheer need for exploration, she lifted his arms high above his head, holding his large hands under hers. “No touching. Only feeling.” She felt victory oozing through her. He looked like a warrior stretched out underneath her, his body tanned and coiled, sinewy muscles. He stared up at her, question filling his pale blues. “Problem, cowboy?”
“Other than I think I’ll explode, no, not one.” He closed his eyes and flexed his hips, she felt him harden even more.
“I think you like me being in control.” She rolled her hips and he sucked in a breath.
“You’ll hear no complaints,” he growled.
“I’ll only treat you like a king.” She bent and licked one flat nipple, then the other. He groaned and the sound vibrated his chest. She nibbled the fleshy diamond and he sucked in a breath, as she lifted her hips wide and moved down on his smooth, large shaft. His manly scent assaulted her senses.
“Oh shit, baby. You keep biting me and I won’t last another minute.”
Knowing he was so close because of her gave her a heady power. She continued to test him with her mouth, licking and stroking with her tongue until his body was ramrod hard. She kissed his stubbly chin, then his mouth, rolling her tongue between his lips. She clamped down, sucking his tongue then his lips, drawing each one in and gently nibbling. She pulled back, panting. Hell, she was supposed to be in charge, but he had her internally submissive.
“I like you on top. I can feel every ripple of that tight pussy.”
She braced her hands on his chest and lifted her body high, coming down upon him, impaling the junction of her thighs.
“I want to see your face.” He sat up, bracing his back against the headboard.
He put his hands on either side of her chee
ks and brought her face close, kissing her deep, mimicking the thrusts of her hips with his tongue. She groaned as he turned his hips, filling her, a sublime, agonizing pleasure trickled through her. “You fill every inch of me.”
“Yes, love. Feel it. Feel me deep.” He briefly closed his eyes as if he wanted to concentrate on the part of their bodies connected.
He held himself steady as if he needed to gain control of the whirlwind surrounding them.
He moved again, slow and steady, his tip rubbing her insides. The sensation rushing through her left her breathless and intrigued. She clutched onto him, clinging to him, sweat soaking their bodies.
“That’s marvelous!” she whimpered. He grinned. “Right there! Oh. My. I didn’t know it was possible to reach that far.” Her moan bounced off the walls, a tribal calling of need. Her hair tumbled down her back and he threaded his fingers in it, bringing it to his nose. “I could never get enough,” he said in a sexy, throaty tone that set off another round of tingles inside of her.
She held on to his shoulders, lifting herself up and down, up and down, pushing off him and back down with a gyration of her hips. His eyes were on her, wild with desire, his breathing ragged, matching her own. He lifted his pelvis, meeting her rigid thrust, bouncing her and she rode him cowgirl style. He picked up the rhythm, taking over the reins, up and down and the sensation was overwhelming, much more than she could have ever imagined—or thought possible. She brimmed with a raw desire that only one dreams about with a lover. Pulses of wild current washed over her, pounding through her temples. The roots of her hair tingled, pulses oozing deep into her chest and spiraling to the core of her body where he filled her to the hilt.
A thought crossed her mind. This cowboy’s body was hers for the taking, and she wanted his heart. Wanted him to love her, just as she loved him. “Yes, I do! I love you!” The words burst from her.
She fell down upon him, climaxing. He grabbed her hips, his hips tight, his jaw strained and she could feel the tide release. Together they collapsed onto the bed, stuck somewhere between an orgasmic heaven and reality—which would prevail?
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
He’d heard her say it, he knew he had. Or had he been imagining that Violet told him she loved him? She’d cried out the words as she was coming, or did any confession in the midst of an orgasm even count?
Slowly the reality invaded the cocoon they’d wrapped around them as he pondered whether he should say something to her. Question if she had meant what she’d said to him.
He dragged her into the crook of his arm, loving her warmth, filling his lungs with the exotic fragrance of female and musk. The combination was heady. His body was pleasantly, languidly spent.
He didn’t want to move or break the moment between them. He could stay here, with her, forever.
She moved her head on his chest, rolling her fingers along the center and playing with the small patch of hair. He took her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing her knuckles. She shifted her chin, looking up at him. “I said the words aloud, didn’t I?” Her eyes were like windows into her soul.
“Yes, you did.” Would she retract them? Tell him that she was on some coital high and didn’t realize what she was saying? His chest narrowed.
“I meant it, Keefer.” Her voice was so soft he almost imagined what she said.
“You did?” He lifted one strand of her hair, twirling it around his finger, wondering how it could be so soft.
“I know it’s crazy. I know it’s abrupt, but I think I’ve known for some time.”
Her honesty was disarming. All chains broke within him and his heart burst with pride. Could it be possible? This lovely woman loved him? “I had a rough childhood. I haven’t heard those words in a long time and I’ve never said them to anyone.”
She blinked. “Every child deserves to be told they’re loved.”
“I often wonder what kind of father I could be, not getting the nurturing a child needs to make them giving. Hell, I don’t even know what kind of a husband I could be.”
“Don’t we all have those fears?”
He shrugged. “Some of us have reason to be concerned. I do know though that I’m ready to take the plunge.”
“That’s a huge revelation.” Her body stiffened slightly. Would she pull away? A warning blasted in the back of his mind, but he ignored it.
“Yes, it is, but I think I’ve made it clear that I’m only moving forward in my life now. I’m not getting any younger.”
“You talk as if you’re on a strict timeline. You’re not that old.”
He dropped the strand of hair back onto her shoulder. He rubbed his jaw, hating that a part of him wasn’t sure Violet was ready to move forward, even if she said she loved him. “Being tossed around from foster home to foster home until I broke out of the system set my base, made me who I am, and I know now that I need a stable life to offer someone.”
“I feel sorry that you suffered from being in the system. That’s not right.”
“Don’t feel sorry for me.” He lifted himself on elbow and she shifted. “Violet?” She brought her gaze up and met his. “I need to tell you that I won’t be here after the end of the week. I plan to stay on my land as the final touches are being made to the house.”
She blinked. “Wow. That was fast.”
“Not really. It seems like a lifetime for me.”
“I’ll be headed back home at the end of the week myself.” Her eyes glazed over.
“Then what, Violet?”
She licked her lips. “What do you mean?”
“Where do we go from here?”
She grabbed the sheet and tugged it up to her breasts. “I-I haven’t thought that far ahead.”
“Really? You’ve said you love me, but you haven’t considered where we’ll go from this point on out?” He heaved a sigh.
“I wasn’t planning on telling you that I love you, not tonight.”
He jerked back.
He needed space to get his head together. He moved away from her, stood and went to the dresser and pulled on a pair of jeans.
She sat up, her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t plan to, but it’s the truth.”
He looked at her through the mirror. “I guess I’m just wondering where you see us in the future?”
She remained silent.
He turned, leaning against the dresser. “Do you trust me?”
“We had this conversation back in the shower. I told you—”
“Yeah, eighty-percent. Maybe in stock that’s a great number, but in a relationship it doesn’t hold much weight.”
“It has nothing to do with you.”
“You’re right, it doesn’t.” He scrubbed his aching jaw. “Some jackass hurt you, not me. And what’s sad, you honestly think trusting someone eighty percent is a lot.”
“Considering I didn’t trust you any when we first met, I’d say I’ve come a long way.”
“I’m not trying to be a dick, but…well…love is a big word.”
“I’m not asking you to tell me you love me.” She slipped from bed, dragging the sheet with her as she stood up. He got a brief glimpse of her breasts and his cock twitched. Down boy. This isn’t the time. She walked awkwardly on the end of the sheet as she went to the chair where her clothes were folded. “You wanted me to share the most horrific time of my life with you and I did. I was honest about my feelings, maybe not at the best moment, but it is how I feel. I didn’t know it’d make you angry.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “I’m not angry.”
She dropped the sheet and put on her bra and panties, then turned, nailing him with an icy glare. “This is you overjoyed?”
“I’m not overjoyed either.”
Her shirt was on now. “I highly suspect you’re pushing me away.”
“What would be the sense in that when I’m the one asking for more, maybe a commitment?”
She shrugged and slid into her shorts. “Oh, that’s what you were asking? It sure fel
t like you were suggesting that because I love you I should suddenly have been lifted from the pain of the past, have miraculously been healed.”
“You know I don’t expect that you’ll not have baggage.”
“Baggage?” She turned to him, her brows scrunched. “I don’t have baggage, Keefer. I was take advantage of in the worst possible way. Just because he didn’t rip my clothes, use me as a punching bag, doesn’t mean that I didn’t—maybe still do—feel like damaged goods. Maybe I’m still grappling with the idea that you, an amazing man, my closest friend, actually like me for who I am. And the biggest thing, I love you because you look at me like I’m special, knowing what you do. Don’t start minimizing the impact of the past. Don’t start now. Please…not now.”
“I’m sorry. I’m not minimizing your past, or making out that there’s an instant remedy to what happened. I look at you like you’re special because you are. I wouldn’t want just anyone to be my wife.”
“I get—wait…what?”
Oh shit! What had he said? Damn. Double damn.
She looked as shocked as he was on the inside.
Why deny it though? He had thought about their future, staying together, starting a family with Violet.
“It doesn’t have to be tomorrow, but yes, this is what I want.”
Her bottom lip quivered. “We’ve gone from an ant hill to Mount Everest in a matter of seconds.”
“Go big or go home, right?” He smiled but her face paled.
“I need to go.” She backed up to the door.
“I thought you were staying?” Disappointment slithered through him.
“We need space. I need space.”
Then she was gone.
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The next morning, Violet awoke in her own bed, physically fine, but emotionally she was in the eye of a tornado after last night’s events.
Marriage?
Her heart palpitated. Had they been in competition to see who could throw the other for the biggest loop?
Most women would be jumping for joy if a man like Keefer asked them to marry him. He had so much to offer.
Why the hell had she ran? She had needed to get away. To think—just think.
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