Authors: Paige Cameron
What was it about her? She wasn’t anything like Candice in looks or personality. Candice had grown up on a farm. She knew how to ride, rope a calf, plant a garden. They were equal partners all the way. There was nothing fragile about her, until the end. Had she done too much during the pregnancy? Damn, he couldn’t keep second-guessing himself forever.
He flopped into a chair and raked his hand through his hair. He was tired. Tired of beating himself up, of being angry at the world. Being angry took a lot of energy.
Lily looked as fragile as the flower she’d been named after, and as delicately beautiful. Her scent drew him to her. He wanted to taste her creamy skin, touch her lush curves, and sink into her hot, moist pussy. Jumping up, he took long strides to his office and stopped at the door.
What the hell?
His cluttered desktop had disappeared. In its place was a wide, polished working space. The room smelled of lemon furniture polish and cinnamon and apple. His gaze went around the room until he found the pot of potpourri. White curtains hung at his wide window, crisp and clean. All his books had been neatly put away. The wood floor shone in the overhead light and from the sun coming in the window.
Hesitantly he stepped inside and walked around his desk, past the bookcases and fireplace to where his old leather lounge chair sat. Even it had been cleaned. The room didn’t feel like his anymore. He wanted to go outside and stomp back, throwing mud and water across her perfect floor. A strong desire to throw the neatly stacked papers across the shiny desk surface hit him. His mother would describe his reaction as having a petulant temper tantrum. An unwilling smile curved his mouth.
Little Lily had braved the lion’s den. Mom hadn’t had the courage to touch a thing in his office. Perhaps there was more to sweet Lily than met the eye. He intended to find out and have fun in the process.
“Do you like it?” A soft voice spoke from behind him.
He whirled around. She’d dressed in her fluffy pink housecoat with matching slippers. Her hair was piled on top of her head and held by a large clasp. She looked sweet enough to eat.
“What are you doing downstairs?”
“I’m much better. The warm bath helped my aches and pains. I was hungry and thought you’d left.”
“Go back to bed. I’ll bring you a tray.”
“No. I’m not an invalid.” She turned and started to the kitchen.
Ty swooped her up into his arms and carried her to the kitchen table, setting her in a chair. “I’ll fix you a meal.”
Her eyes followed his movements as he pulled bacon out of the fridge and started it cooking in the frying pan. Next he rinsed a tomato, got lettuce out of the crisper, and began to make bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches for them.
“Hot chocolate or coffee?”
“Hot tea would be good. I’m not a coffee drinker. Did your mother teach your brothers and you to cook?”
“Oh yes. We can cook a full meal, if we have to.”
“You didn’t answer my question. Do you like your office?”
“Doesn’t seem much like mine anymore. A man likes a little clutter.”
“A little? You had magazines stacked from two years ago.”
“I was going to read them one of these days.” He darted a glance at her. “You didn’t throw them away?”
“I wanted to, but I didn’t. They’re in a box in your closet.”
He flipped the bacon and heated the water for tea. “When we’re snowed in for days, I catch up on my reading.”
“It must not have snowed last year then, because as I said, you had magazines over two years old in that stack.”
“Did you mess with the finances? I guess you have them arranged so fancy I’ll never be able to understand what’s what.”
“I see your ornery mood has returned. You ought to at least say thank you that I saved you from dying of dust-filled lungs.”
Ty tried to hold the laugh in, but lost the battle.
“What was that?” Lily leaned forward. “Is the world coming to an end? Ty Terrell just laughed. Turn around. I want to see if your face cracked.”
That did it. He grabbed her out of the chair and kissed her mouth hard, then softer as she responded by putting her arms around his neck and leaning her body into his hard frame. Her skin was as soft as he’d dreamed, and her scent made him drunk with desire. She ran her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, and her tight nipples drilled into his chest.
“How hungry are you?” he asked.
Her sultry brown eyes stared into his. “Very.”
Picking her up, he whirled her around to the stove. “Turn it off.” She reached the knobs and clicked each to the off position. Then he took quick steps out to the stairs and up to her room. He kicked the door shut. No one was going to interrupt this time. When he let her down, her body slid against him.
He cupped her face in his hands and ran his tongue across her lips. She opened her mouth, and his tongue swept inside. She tasted like honey, sweet nectar. Her hand ran across his chest, down over his hard abdomen, under his waistband and wrapped around his hard dick.
“Feel how hot and hard I am for you. I want to bury my cock in your sweet pussy.”
* * * *
His raw words heightened her desire. Her heart was pounding and the familiar coil of desire had tightened. His cock pulsed in her hand as he ravished her mouth. The feel of his hard body made her want to tear his clothes off and have his bare skin against hers. She’d never felt this heightened sexually, never knew she was capable of desiring a man to this degree.
Ty pulled back and untied the belt holding her robe together. He pushed it off her shoulders and left her standing in her flannel nightgown.
“No fair, if you remove an item of mine, I get to remove one of yours.” She undid the buttons to his shirt, exposing a broad chest with a scattering of light brown hair narrowing into an arrow at the waist of his jeans. He let his shirt fall to the floor.
“My turn.” He lifted the hem of her gown and in one movement had it up and off. “Ah, lovely.” His warm hands covered her breasts. He leaned forward and kissed her mouth, then along her neck. His tongue made teasing circles as he moved to the juncture between neck and shoulder. “You do taste like sugar candy.” His took a nip at her shoulder, and then rubbed his tongue gently over the spot. All the while his thumbs rubbed and lightly pinched her sensitive nipples. A shudder of pleasure flowed across her body.
She unfastened his belt buckle. Then slowly she lowered his zipper and pushed his jeans down. His cock sprang out straight in front of her. Impulsively, she leaned down and licked the salty drop glistening on the head of his cock. Ty groaned and she took him into her mouth. His hands cupped her head. Holding him tight, she sucked on his long cock, moving her head to take him all in and then slowly pulling back. Her pussy tingled, and moisture wet her tiny bikini panties.
“Wait.” He wrapped his hands around her arms and pulled her up. “I want to come this first time in you.” He curled his finger in her panties and yanked them down. “Step out of them.”
He sank on the bed and pulled his boots and jeans off. Then he faced her.
He was beautiful, all taut muscles, tan skin, long legs. His masculine scent enticed her to touch and taste him. His eyes had darkened to almost black. A pulse beat in his cheek, his mouth held firm, his jaw clenched.
“I want you so bad. I’m going to explode if I don’t bury myself inside you soon.” He picked up his jeans and took a condom package out of his pocket.
Lily eyed the condom and him. “You are always prepared?”
His gaze connected with hers. “Always. There are two things I don’t intend to ever do again. One, marry, and two, have a child. You need to know all I can offer is a fling while you’re here.”
She licked her dry lips and saw the light flash in his dark eyes. “When I leave, that’s it?”
“Correct.” He held his gaze steady and took a deep breath. “If you can’t accept those terms, we need to stop now.”
“Can you stop?” She moved against him and took hold of his rigid cock. Her finger ran around the edge of the crown. She watched his expression and saw him close his eyes briefly. He swallowed.
“I have to stop if you can’t deal with what I’m offering.”
The silence went on and on as they stared at each other. Finally, taking a deep breath and mentally crossing her fingers, Lily said, “Fine. I’m not very experienced. You can teach me. Then when I meet the right man, the one who will love me and marry me, I’ll know how to satisfy him.”
Her words hung in the air around them. For answer, he picked her up and put her on the bed. He lay beside her. His mouth ravished hers, taking, demanding. His hands, rougher now, ran along her body, kneading, rubbing, and caressing. His lips followed. He suckled her breasts while his fingers found her hidden spot and rubbed her nub. Her body was on fire for him. She moaned and tossed her head.
In a quick move, he went down on her. His mouth covered her nub and his fingers slipped into her wet pussy. She raised her lower body to meet him and ran her fingers through his silky hair.
He licked the moisture from her pussy lips. His teeth razed across her overly sensitized nub.
“I can’t stand much more. Go in me, now,” she pleaded.
Ty laughed and continued to move his fingers in and out, to lick her most sensitive spot. With one hand he massaged her breast and then pinched her nipple. Waves of heat and pleasure swelled inside her. She screamed her release. Ty put his cock at her opening and plunged inside her hot, wet pussy. Her inner muscles wrapped around him and clenched tight. Another orgasm, harder than the first, swept over her.
Moving in and out rapidly, he pushed hard against her womb and yelled out his release. He held there as she pulsed around him. She moved harder against him and couldn’t believe when another flow of aching pleasure starting at her feet rolled across her body. She bucked against him, draining him of all he could give.
Ty bent his forehead to hers. Their chests heaved against each other. He rolled to her side, and then off the bed.
She watched stunned as he went to the bathroom, came back shortly, threw on his clothes, and strode to the door. He stopped for a second to look back at her.
“That was lesson one.” He went out and slammed the door behind him.
“Damn you,” she screamed after him. She fell back on her pillow and cried until there couldn’t be any moisture left in her body.
Lily had agreed to his terms hoping once they’d been together he’d change his mind. Obviously, she’d made a wrong calculation. But she didn’t intend to give up. She knew it was too late to turn back. Her heart already belonged to him. It had from the start. Only she’d been able to fool herself until he made love to her.
He’d almost run out of the room. Perhaps Ty wasn’t as unaffected as he’d like her to think. She wanted him, and she was going to fight him for his heart. She planned on winning.
* * * *
Ty stopped in the kitchen long enough to clean up. His mom would have his hide if he ever left her kitchen any way but neat.
After he left the house, he walked around to the back of his cabin where he’d stacked wood to be split for the fireplace. He picked up the ax and swung. Hard physical labor might help erase that last tempting image of Lily, but he expected it had been seared into his brain.
Rosy lips swollen from his rough kisses had taunted him. Her dewy skin glowed, lush breasts with cherry nipples still heaved from her rapid breaths, and golden hair fell in soft curls over her shoulders, caressing the soft mounds. At the juncture of her thighs, her light hair glistened with moisture. It had taken every ounce of his determination and energy to get out of that room. Every cell in his body screamed go back, take her again. His unruly cock still pulsed with the desire to be back in her hot, wet pussy.