Desperately Entwined (Touched By You 8) (5 page)

Tanner was
full of surprises, and had a new secret. They planned to go to the country cottage for their last few days, and he seemed like he was about to burst with something he wasn’t saying.

She was looking forward to staying at the cottage anyway, knowing it was the only time they were completely alone, not a bodyguard or a maid in sight. The wide open space of the country,
with no other homes for miles, was safe enough.

“You’ll see,” was all he said. The luggage was packed and taken to the lobby for them, and Tanner took her hand, firmly guiding her into the elevator and down
, to escort her outside. She stood in the warm air, expectantly.

Her dark hair was in a loose ponytail secured with a velvet tie, and she wore pearl stud earrings with a matching single pearl necklace.
Her sleeveless dress and low pumps made her look very American, and she caught one of the doormen looking at her.

He glanced
away when she looked over. But out of the corner of her eye, she saw him look back. And not just look. His gaze roamed over her young, fresh face, down over her breasts, just a little too long. Not realizing he was being observed, he took the time to look at her slender, shapely legs and admire the expensive dress and pumps.

Natalie held her breath that the car could come soon before Tanner noticed. But it was too late. She saw Tanner look over at the young fellow, who was smart enough to realize his error and slipped inside the hotel, pretending duty called.

Natalie sighed, prepared for the reaction. She looked up at Tanner. He just shrugged. “Can’t blame him. You are a beauty, and he’d have to be blind not to notice.”

Her mouth gaped
at his cool response. “Well, that’s a new reaction. One I’d like to get used to.”

“I’m trying,” he said. Apparently, whatever surprise was in the wings was so
good that nothing could sway him off his excitement.

Tanner put his arm around her, and hugged her to him. She did look extra beautiful. And she was his.
All his. He’d make sure of that.

She expected to see his
Bentley coupe, but it was nowhere in sight. She looked over at Tanner who grinned.

“What?”

He just held out his hand, palm up, indicating a gleaming Aston Martin Vantage convertible, silver with royal-blue leather interior that pulled up in front of them. The driver hopped out and handed over the keys.

“Like it?”
Tanner asked, and opened the door for her before she could protest. She sunk into the soft leather seat. He jogged around the car to slide into the driver’s seat, on the right side in the London model sports car.

“What happened to the
Bentley?”

“I traded it in.”

“You bought this?”

“Of course, I bought it. I thought it would be fun to drive out to the country.”

“The other car was fun.”

“Of course it was. But now I want this one, and I know you’re going to like it. Wait until you see how it takes the curves.”

Natalie gave him a playful shove. “You’re too much,” she said, “a boy and his toys.”

“Something wrong with that?”

“Not if you can afford it.”

“And I can,” he said with a big smile and
turned the key in the ignition. The car growled to life, and Natalie twisted her long hair into a bun, and stuffed the ends into the velvet ponytail tie to prepare for the windy drive with the top down. She slipped on her Gucci vintage sunglasses and was ready.

Summer was the ideal time to visit the country
side of London. The temperature was pleasantly warm during the day, and dropped only ten degrees at night. The rolling hills were striated in various shades of color, and dotted with deep green trees. The undulation of the landscape gave it an intriguing beauty, and they even passed a castle she’d somehow overlooked on her first trip to the cottage.

The medieval-looking structure was like something straight out of Camelot with its white exterior and black, sharp-pointed spires on the peaked rooftops. Surrounded by lush greenery, the
massive structure still managed to peak out the top, and the backdrop of mountains made the vision magical.

“You have to take me to see a real English castle,” Natalie exclaimed.

Tanner shifted his vision up toward the distant castle, set below the clear blue sky, then over to her, and smiled.

“Absolutely, there’s many in England. I’ll take you to see all the castles you want.”

The little cottage hadn’t changed. It
seemed to stand still in time, and in some ways it did. The gray, classic English style home, set in the rolling hills of the countryside, was like stepping back in time. The architecture was authentic, traditional British. It was a photograph waiting to happen, and was as picturesque as anything on a postcard.

As they walked up the stone walkway, the
smell of the outdoors was like damp soil after a rain, leaves, and a very sweet aroma that danced through the air every time Natalie breathed in. It was unlike any fragrance she’d ever smelled before. Closer to the cottage garden, around the perimeter and extending toward the driveway, the scent of flowers in bloom wafted over her.

Last time she’d been to the cottage
, it had been winter. Now, a dense sea of flowers in bloom burst into view. The lavender, poppies, cornflowers, and delphiniums moved in the slight breeze, basking in the sun.

Tanner opened the do
or for her, and she stepped over the threshold. Immediately, the concentrated floral perfume inside overpowered the garden fragrance from outside. She put a foot in the entry, gasping in delight at the sea of flowers, literally everywhere in the modest living room, that pleasantly assaulted her senses.

S
he walked to the center of the room, spinning around to see the wealth of aromatic sweet peas in a pallet of pinks, purple and white, mixed with purple lavender, with white accents of Lilly of the Valley.

She leaned in, burying her no
se in a large bouquet, breathing deeply of the flowers’ potency. She looked around at the roomful of bouquets in disbelief. There had to be dozens of arrangements, maybe more.

“Tanner……they are beautiful, just so beautiful!”

He had created the effect he wanted. Every woman loves flowers. Even Tanner knew that. If a dozen flowers were good, then hundreds of flowers would be unbelievable. And so it was.

He took a moment to admire her, standing in the middle of the room, surrou
nded, almost buried in floral arrangements. The sleeveless dress she wore was one of her own designs. For so long, she’d designed for everyone but herself, lacking the confidence that she could wear the fashions well. He was glad to see the change.

The light, summer shift
Natalie wore flowed over her slender curves, the fabric a watercolor pattern, like the wings of butterflies. It teased her skin underneath, flowing as she walked, and was utterly feminine. He liked that. It occurred to him, although he’d known it for some time, Natalie had matured into womanhood. Yet, in some ways she was still so innocent.

Years ago, just graduating high school, she’d captivated him with her beauty. He’d never recovered, and knew that he never would. Nor did he want to. He drank in
the gorgeous image of her amidst the bouquets, and noted how she filled out the dress, just so. It was a barely perceptible change, but it was there.

She’d become a woman, the
only woman he loved. It wasn’t just that her delicate curves gave shape to the lovely dress. Natalie had discovered her sexuality with him, and endured the growing pains of learning what truly pleasured her.

It wasn’t
so different from wearing clothes a bit roomy, until you mature and fill them out. Now she was comfortable with her own sensuality, and that made her even more attractive to him, which he hadn’t thought was possible.

He’d never thought of it a
s a goal to achieve. He couldn’t begin to describe to her the details of the journey, or the transformations both of them had made. Nonetheless, he recognized the change, knowing it’s what he’d been waiting for. And having arrived, he was glad.

He realized Natalie had been looking back at him during the moments of his assessment, her liquid brown eyes
bright. He opened his arms, and stepped forward. She fell into them. He lifted her off her feet, and she giggled. Setting her back on the wood floor, he held her face in both hands and slanted his head to kiss her.

The girlish delight was gone, replaced with her characteristic hot passion. Her soft lips pressed hard against his, and the heat
of her tongue seared him. He swirled his tongue around, devouring and caressing. The kiss was long, hard and filled with wanting.

She pressed her slender body against his
, feeling his hard cock swell under his pants, wanting him. She was so in love, and the romantic drive, the flowers, it was all too much. Her knees weakened and she felt heavy desire flood her belly.

Tanner pulled back, leaving her breathless. He intended to make love to her, long and slow. There was no rush. He’d brought her to the cottage to be alone
, and he was going to make the most of it.

“
I’m glad you like the flowers, and glad the delivery came on time, so they were here when we arrived. You looked like an angel standing in the middle of those bouquets.

Come, I have a song you haven’t heard. I’d like to play it for you,” he sai
d, pulling her to the piano seat and sliding in beside her.

“
Last time you swept me off my feet with a classical song.”

“
And I plan on doing exactly that, right now.” He lifted the keyboard cover, loosened his hands, and rubbed his wrists. He paused to get set, his cock still bulging, clearly a distraction for Natalie.

Natalie’s shoulder touched his arm, and her upper thigh
found the rock hard muscle of his. He smelled like he did during sex, exuding a male aroma that pervaded her senses. She wondered distractedly if animals in the wild gave off such a scent to overpower their mates. Certainly, she was powerless against it.

The beautiful melody
, “Dream of Love” by Franz Liszt, cried out from the antique piano. Tanner’s fingers played the well-worn ivory keys slowly and with intent. Each note of the achingly romantic song gripped her as much as if he was touching her with his fingers instead of the keys.

A chill ran down her spine with each progression of the song, hinting
at pining and desperation. Note by note, she was pulled into the sweet melody, and tears filled her eyes at the sheer beauty of the composition. The song conveyed unpredictability and mystery, ending with a feeling of unresolve.

T
he piece came to an end, and the silence of the room vibrated around them. He placed his hands on his lap, and sat looking at the keys, as if they had a life of their own. Natalie was swamped with emotion. The romantic atmosphere he’d created with the country drive, the flowers, the music had moved her beyond words.

Heat flowed through Tanner’s body. He’d done everything he could to set the mood, wanting everything to be right for Natalie. But he was at the breaking point, control no longer an option.

Tanner swept
her into his arms, and carried her to the bedroom of the cottage. The room was just dimming, the sun dipping behind the rolling hills at sunset. He pulled back the duvet, settling her on the soft cotton sheets.

He
leaned over and kissed her, lips hot with desire. Natalie parted her lips, allowing his tongue to trace the inside of her mouth. She sighed, feeling good all over.

“You taste so sweet,” he whispered, and kissed her again, longer and harder. He slid next to her on the bed, an
d ran his fingers along her collar bone. He leaned over and nibbled at her neck, tugging gently at her silky skin. Running his thumb along her lower lip, his eyes turned a darker blue.

Natalie bit his thumb
and he grabbed her hair, pulling her back. Looking at her lovely face, softening with arousal, he grabbed both her wrists and pinned her to the bed. Straddling her, he kissed her again and again, the kisses so sweet her insides melted.

S
he wondered if it was possible to have an orgasm from kissing alone. Tanner’s tongue rubbed along hers, searching and caressing. Releasing her, he ran once hand over the fine curves of her slender figure.

Tanner slowly undressed her. Natalie panted
shallowly, and her nipples tensed. One button at a time, he undid the front of her dress, like she was a delicate treasure. Her dress fell open, and he gazed at the swell of her breasts.

“So beautiful,” he said.

Natalie ran her hands through his hair. She rolled her head to the side, as he slicked his tongue over her petal-soft skin. She smelled of a subdued floral perfume mixed with her own feminine scent. Tanner breathed it in, his cock fighting against his clothing.

Reaching behind her with both hands, he undid her bra and cast it aside. His palms covered her breasts, and a deep male sigh escaped his lips. He squeez
ed them, and her clit tightened painfully.

She thought to
rip off his clothes, but let him guide her into his slow, sensual rhythm. She fisted his hair, and he covered one nipple with his mouth. Natalie whimpered, and he began to suck as if pulling honey into his mouth. He moaned, sucking her nipples, and flicking them with his tongue.

Natalie
fisted his hair, and slid one hand around his neck, and over his strong shoulders. She held him, touched his bare skin. His loving of her bare breasts had her hard as a little pebble. If he didn’t let up, she wouldn’t be responsible for her own actions.

His tongue drifted d
own, under her breasts, and over her flat abdomen. Without thinking, she placed her hands over her nipples, squeezing and rubbing, taking over where Tanner left off. He glanced up, seeing what she was doing, and a smile flitted across his lips.

“Yes baby. Keep doing that,” he said.

She thought his hot tongue would drive her mad. He swirled around her belly button, and across her hips. He bit the strip of skin with the tattoo of his name and held it delicately in his teeth, feeling a pang of possession. He placed his hand over her sex, and she squirmed, trying to press against his palm for friction.

“I’m going to make y
ou suffer… slow, slow…suffering,” he said.

Natalie ground her hips into the bed
, and pushed against his palm again. But he removed it. She gasped in dismay. She rolled her hips in a circle, and he said, “Be still baby. I’m in control here. Don’t make me tie you up.”

Just the mention of being tied up, caused h
er to pulse, the memory being nearly as powerful as the act. She reached down to touch the top of Tanner’s head, wishing she could touch more. He grabbed her hand, and plunged her fingers into his mouth. The sudden wet heat excited her, almost as if he’d sucked her pussy.

He placed her hand back over her breast, and holding the elastic of her bikini panties, pulled them down. He had to lift her slightly to pull them over her ass. Lowering them only mid-thigh, he buried his face in her sweet pussy.

“You smell so good,” he said. “You drive me crazy.”

Using his thumbs, he opened her outer lips, and she felt cool air flow across her inner sex.
He rolled his tongue up her wet slit, and she began to pant, expectantly. The tip of his tongue teased her, and she wanted more. She spread her legs in offering.

Tanner rolled his thumb around her tight clit, not touching it, just taunting. Expertly, he used his tongue to bring her close to orgasm, but
kept her balanced just shy of release. If only he would keep rubbing her. But she feared he wouldn’t.

The achiness in his co
ck was becoming unbearable. Tanner leaned up to undo his pants, yanking them down in one motion with his shorts. With two hard strokes he fisted his cock, in a vague attempt to ease the ache.

Swiftly he to
ok off his shirt, and returned to his task. He ran the palm of his hand over her smooth belly, watching her face. Loving how she looked when stimulated, he kept his eyes on her while fingering her and stroking along her pussy. Her hands grabbed at the loose sheets in an attempt to mitigate his torture.

Tanner leaned down, taking his fill of her breasts once more. Whimpering and panting, she endured his commanding arousal of her
. He slid his palm over her inner thighs, the feel of her skin causing him to breathe deeply. He took her dress and panties off.

“You are so lovely,” he said, looking at her soft brown eyes, now haunted with unsatisfied desire. “You want to come, don’t you baby?”

She nodded, not sure she could speak. Never taking his hand away from her sex, his ministrations continued to push her closer to the edge.

“Tell me you want to come,” he said. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want…to come,” she said between pants.

“How badly?”

“Ahhh, ahhh. I need to. Badly.”

“Beg me baby
,” he said, lightly tapping.

“I
..need..oh please…please.”

The look in her eyes, her rapid panting and her wet cunt made Tanner’s cock swell to new proportions. He jacked it again with one hand, and cupped his balls. His other hand ne
ver stopped playing with her. Knowing what he was doing, he touched just so, never allowing her to come but keeping her at the painful edge.

“Not good enough. Beg so you mean it.”

Natalie ground her ass into the bed, and deep in her throat said, “Please make me come. Ahhh, please…I’m begging.”

Tanner’s eyes gleamed and his jaw tensed. He let go of his heavy cock, and lifted Natalie’s chin to make her look at him. With his palm, he patted her sex so softly that she couldn’t get any frictio
n. His touch was just enough to keep her wanting.

“You better start begging so I think you mean it,” he said gruffly.

Her eyes widened. Looking into the depths of his eyes, she knew he meant it.

“And keep looking at me,” he added. “I want to see your face.”

Natalie looked at him, too tormented to speak.

“Well? You better beg with feeling, or the pain will get worse.”

Gulping, she gathered her strength, unable to tear her focus away from his hand, doing his will.

“I need to come. I can’t take it. Please Tanner. Please.”

“Louder,” he said, pinching her outer lips together over her clit.

Her body tensed, hard as
steel, and a tingling ran over her skin like a thousand needles. She looked into his eyes and opened her mouth to speak, but could only pant. Her heart rate speeded, and she licked her lips.

“Make me come. Please. Make me come. I am begging you.” She writhed against his fingers in an att
empt to get friction, and once begging, couldn’t seem to stop.

“Please Tanner….
please. I need to come. I’m begging you! I’m begging you!!” She shouted. And she heard her voice like it was far away. She kept shouting. The begging turned to screaming, as Tanner rubbed in a rapid motion.

He
touched beneath the skin protecting her from his onslaught, and lightly, every so lightly tapped her pulsing clit. She screamed loud, not stopping, not breathing, the sound booming through the tiny cottage. Her body clenched in an overpowering orgasm that gave her the release she’d begged for.

Positioned
on his side cradling her, he continued to stroke her hot skin, letting her fall from the height of her pleasure. He massaged over her sex softly, the last of the intensity dissipating.

Vaguely, she was aware of
darkness settling in the room and the gleam of moonlight shining through the window. She closed her eyes and pressed against Tanner’s hand, still cupping her sex, until the last shred of tension left.