CHAPTER 12
Maybe she could let him in, and still play it safe. What did she have to lose? She leaned in and kissed him back. Not a soft sweet, how ya doin’
kiss, but a long, hot, steamy kiss full of unspoken affirmations and possibilities. She couldn’t promise him anything more than he promised her, but it was a start and if nothing else, she got to feel again, bury her past, and start anew.
The ranch hands were all finished for the day. Most had retired to their quarters far behind the main house. It was quiet, private, no one to interrupt or happen upon them in a less than presentable state.
Throwing caution to the night’s wind, she moved closer to Guy, deepening their kiss as she ran her fingers up his chest, snaking her hands around his neck. A hungry spark of pleasure coursed through Guy at her seductive touch. A primal groan escaped him. He wrapped his hands around her small taut waist, and slid her across his lap, holding her close.
She straddled him in response, her dress bunching around her hips, pressing her chest to his while her hands cupped his head and her fingers threaded through his hair. She broke their kiss, ever so briefly, and let out a breathy moan when his warm calloused hands drifted from her round ass, up her sides, landing on the soft skin just under the hem of her dress.
His hands slowly stroked her back, creating a tremor deep within her as she took his mouth once more. He felt her simmering heat against his most intimate parts. So hot, he lost restraint, giving in to unbridled passion beneath the starry sky and let it take over.
Feeling him harden beneath her, her body betrayed her, unwilling to deny itself such a guilty pleasure and she rocked against him, feeling all of his length pressed against her humming bundle of nerves. Testing her limits, Guy’s hands roamed across her abdomen slowly going higher until he found what he was looking for. His thumbs brushed across the lacy fabric that kept him from her abundantly round breasts, teasing the hardened buds pushing through, trying to reach him, begging for more.
Her head fell back with a seductive sigh, exposing her delicate neck to his teasing tongue. He peppered soft kisses and warm nips down to her collar bone and back up again. His hands slowly pulled down the cup of her bra, one side, then the other, freeing her ample breasts for his fondling pleasure. He held her more than handful in each hand, massaging them as he learned and discovered every inch of her.
She rocked harder, grinding, into him as if there weren’t a barrier between them as he tweaked her nipples, pinching and pulling as he went. She reached for his hands, pulling them from under her dress, continuing to grind against him as she did so. He knew not to stop; she just wanted more.
His hands free from the confines of her dress he watched her reach for the top of her shoulders, sliding each strap down until she spilled over, exposing her luscious breasts to him. Her heavily hooded eyes told him what was next, what she wanted – what she needed
. Guy, happy to oblige and take his offering, leaned into her inviting cleavage, kissing and nibbling down the curve of her breast until he found the pleasure he was looking for. He took her hardened peak into his warm, hungry mouth paying a sensual assault that left her breathless.
Each breathy gasp bought him the courage to do more, to take a chance, pushing the next boundary. He took her free breast in his hand paying it equal attention, pulling, pinching, and tweaking with his fingers, matching the motion of his tongue and mouth. Morgan’s reaction to his every touch was intoxicating.
Her moans and hushed cries drove him to a level of ecstasy that required an amount of control he could hardly continue. He couldn’t get enough of her, nor she of him. His hand lay on her thigh, seeking her source of heat, anxious to feel all of her. Drifting and massaging, higher his hand went, sucking, pulling and biting that which he was already controlling.
The harder and faster he delighted the harder and faster she rode him – the slower he went, she mirrored with a slower deeper movement. He controlled her every move, their only obstacle was the clothing between them. The intensity grand, the heat sweat worthy.
Guy reached the V of her thighs, her heat radiating, panties soaked. He almost lost his own control, causing a near embarrassing finish at his discovery. He took pride in knowing he made her hot, but truth be told, she made him hotter and containing such was near impossible.
When he stroked her mound through the thin, satin panties she wore, with his thumb, her nerves were so sensitive that a single stroke earned him a deep throaty groan. The sensation so intense, she grabbed the fence on either side of Guy’s head to brace herself. She stopped moving on him, and tilted her pelvis up, giving him easier access, making her greedy desire clear. She wanted him, needed him to pleasure her.
She wanted to feel him everywhere. Despite her previous reservations, this felt right. Her now insatiable hunger for him allowed her body to win the battle with her mind, and even her heart.
His touch was more than she imagined. His hands on her skin, scorching, tantalizing. What he was doing to her was more than she had ever experienced. She didn’t know intimacy and passion like this and it was only the beginning. She hadn’t had all of him…yet.
He was ruining her for any other man, for any man would be lesser than, after this. Guy was establishing a new expectation, a new level of satisfaction that she assumed was entirely Guy. He was branding her with his every touch, every lap of his tongue.
She was giving in to his seduction with every stroke. His thumb gave up, rubbing her from her core to her most sensitive peak and he finally pulled her panties to one side so he could feel her. One slick motion, then two, he massaged her folds, drawing a soft cry from her that gave him immense pleasure in return.
To hear each cry with every stroke and glide was as erotic as it would be to watch her with her mouth around him. He couldn’t get enough. Guy grabbed the top of her panties, and pulled, ripping each side, tossing them to the side.
That simple act, sexy as hell, earned him a sound of pleasure and a look so seductive with her mouth curved in an ‘O’
that it nearly drove him over the edge. She liked what he was doing and he liked doing it. She reached for his belt buckle, but he stopped her.
“This is about you, darlin’,” the only words that would be shared.
She leaned in, taking his mouth once more. Gone was warm and sweet, hard – hot, and purposeful was her intent. With the satin between them now gone, Guy took to her mound, sliding one long finger over her hot slick heat. Feeling every bit of her thirst with each stroke. A gentleman, even in this moment, he searched her face, seeking permission to take her further.
He wanted her so damn bad, but not if it cost him her trust. He wasn’t just discovering her physically, but he was discovering her intimately. He wouldn’t be that bastard that took what he wanted and left her with a broken heart – he wanted her heart, her whole heart.
With her hands on his shoulders, she gave him what he was looking for by leaning back, exposing her very intimate being, showing him what was his to take, and he took it. He slipped his finger deep inside her, stroking ever so gently as she adjusted to his entry. Then a second finger slid inside her, stretching her just enough to keep her yearning for that all-encompassing, earth quaking, ending he wanted to give her.
She rode against his movement, taking his hand as hard and deep as she could, forcing the palm of his hand to pound into her sensitive nub. Morgan’s breaths came quicker and sharper, seductive cries escaping her with every contact. She rode faster and he gave back harder as she began to tighten around him.
He pulled at her breast, fiercely rubbing her nipple in sync with the motion of his other hand. Her cries were louder, desperate – he worked harder and faster, never taking his eyes off her. He wanted to watch her climax and break in his hands at his touch.
With a final pull and hard pinch at her hardened peak, her final cry escaped as she shuddered, throbbed, completely coming apart around his touch. He pulled her close. Holding her against him, he kissed her neck, then shoulders while she floated through the final waves of ecstasy and relaxed in his arms.
“You’re amazing – so beautiful,” he whispered.
She kissed his neck, wrapping her arms around him, comforted by all that he was and everything he shared with her.
“No, it’s you. You’re pretty amazing. I didn’t know it could be like…that.” The shy and almost embarrassed tone she carried wasn’t lost on him.
“I’m sorry nobody has given you the pleasure you deserve, I’m so damn glad I got the honor, darlin’. So damn glad.” He felt her smile against his neck, so he pulled her closer, “I’ll give you more, the world even, if you let me, Morgie. I’ll give you my…”
The sound of cracking wood, like sticks breaking, stopped him from finishing his thought. Guy moved Morgan from his lap, sliding her to his left, opposite the direction of the sound. The obscure noise continued, growing louder. He turned his body toward the noise, his left arm reaching behind him in a protective manner, shielding her from whatever was coming toward them.
It was dark; only the light from the moon, and starry sky, allowed them to see their surroundings, but it only cast dark shadows against the wooded area Guy had his sights on. “Is your dress…fixed?” he asked in a quiet voice that carried a serious timbre.
“Yes. It’s probably just – an animal,” she said with more question than confidence.
“And if it’s not?” He began to stand, his arm still braced behind him as some form of guard from whatever was out there.
She stood with him, staying close, her arms on his back. She was a cop, trained to handle danger and threats, a badass in her own right. But, she felt an unfamiliar chill, fear maybe, that made her glad he was there.
It wasn’t an animal. The steps were too quick and close together for an animal on the hunt. If it were a person snooping, they would have stopped at the first cracking sound to sneak their dirty peak. Anyone with good intentions, who would continue to move despite the noise, with them in plain sight under the moon light, would have announced their presence.
She knew full well why someone would keep their pace, and move in, announced only by the ground stirring beneath them. They were hunting. The element of surprise wasn’t important if you had a certain courage – the courage of a weapon perhaps.
“Morgan, I want you to duck under that fence. You stay behind me until we get to the house.” He didn’t wait for her answer, just began to move when he felt her hand on his shoulder.
The absence of all sound was deafening as nature went silent, also on alert, cautioned by a menacing presence. They backed into the shadows, slowly making their way to the house. Their own movement was the only sound that could be heard until a lone owl sounded, and nature’s night time creatures began to sing again.