Authors: Debra Smith
Brea
king the kiss, he licked and nibbled a path down her jaw to the sensitive flesh of her neck. His teeth nipped at the skin, teasing her with his bite but not fulfilling her desire. She reveled in the feel of his muscular back. She fought her cat and its need to mark him with her claws.
“I want to taste you.”
She nodded, eagerly waiting for him to hurry the hell up. She tried to push his head down to where she wanted him most but he growled at her—the nerve of some people.
“I will not be rushed
, Alexandria. You are mine to do with as I will. Now be still.”
His tongue circled her nipple
, driving her lust higher. He nuzzled her breast before sucking her into the heat of his mouth. Her nails dug into his back as she teetered dangerously on the edge of release.
“Not yet
, Little Cat.”
One more swipe of his wicked tongue would have pushed her over
, but he stopped and took his attentions elsewhere. His mouth continued south, stopping to dip into her bellybutton. He nipped her on the dimple of her hip, sending shockwaves straight to her core. She could feel her juices pooling between her legs, readying for him.
It
had been a long time since she was intimate with anyone. The last was her father’s Beta, Carlos. The bastard was a selfish lover, nothing like Clint. She pushed the thoughts out of her head and focused on the effect he had on her body.
Every muscle
and nerve hummed with pleasure. Never had she felt so connected with another person. His broad shoulders pushed her legs open farther to accommodate his large frame. Instinctively she tried to squeeze her legs shut. Being so open to someone, so exposed, made her feel vulnerable. Being vulnerable was never a good thing when you faced a predator. Confession time.
“I’ve never… I haven’t done this before.” Her face heated as his face seemed to become even more primal.
“I’m the first to taste you—” he pressed kisses to her inner thighs, dangerously close to where she wanted him to go, “here,” he finished.
Seeing him ready to feast on her made her legs go weak.
“Yes.” She didn’t know if she was answering his words or giving him permission.
“That pleases me more than you could know.”
His hands slid under her, gripping her butt and lifting her mere inches from his face.
“Do you know how your scent entices
me? It calls to me, begging me to drink you dry.”
With his words she stood on the precipice once again. Fear and desire for unfathomable pleasure war
red inside her mind. Her inner slut was cheering her on completion with fist pumps.
“Please
, Clint.”
Her head thrashed against the pillows as she raised her hips as a silent invitation. Finally he licked her
, stopping to pay extra attention to her clit. He groaned, seeming to enjoy every ounce of juice he consumed. Daring to watch him worship her, she opened her eyes just in time to see his close with blissful reverence.
Her breath hitched when his
gaze locked with hers. He continued his gluttony, never breaking his stare. She tried to muffle her cry of disbelief when he rose up, taking her out of reach of his masterful tongue.
Frustrated from being denied her release, she dug her nails into the fabric of the bed
and let her claws and her secret break free.
She gave him a look of death if he didn’t finish what he started. He sported a cocky half-smile then slipped on
e of his talented fingers inside her.
“Oh God.”
She cried out as shudders of pleasure radiated through her body. Stars erupted behind her eyes, and all she wanted to do was have it happen again and again. With a male like Clint, she bet it would.
~****~
Watching his Little Cat break apart under his touch stole the air from his lungs. He almost came against the quilt, shaming him for all eternity. If the sound of her ecstasy wasn’t enough, her taste would surely curse him to an existence of pure addiction.
He brought her down slowly. Drawing his finger from her tight pussy made his cock twitch. He needed to be inside her. All he could think about was her milking him while she came with his name on her lips.
Unable to bear wasting a single drop of her passion, he licked his fingers clean.
“I want you inside me now.”
He chuckled.
“Patience
, Alexandria. If I took you without properly preparing you, I could injure you.”
On the last word he pushed two fingers inside her. If he was less of a man he would be balls deep inside her
, thrusting hard and fast, giving her exactly what she wanted. She’d be so lost to him she wouldn’t remember her own name.
But he had more honor than most and wouldn’t risk hurting someone so precious.
Her cunt squeezed his fingers, drawing a curse from his lips. Her tight little entrance seemed hungry, greedy even.
“I can’t wait any longer. Please
, Clint.”
It was the desperation in h
er voice that made him snap. Hell, he could relate to desperation. His whole body radiated it.
He grabbed a condom from his pants pocket, tore it open with his teeth
, and seated himself at the V of her legs. Maybe he was a little presumptuous with the condom, but it was better to have it and not need it then need it than not have it. Fortune favors the prepared, and his fortune never looked better.
His L
ittle Cat dug the heels of her feet into his ass, demanding he finish what he started. God bless her. He began by slowly entering her, inch by jaw-clenching inch. Even with the barrier between them he had never felt anything quite so perfect. Sweat dampened his brow as he tried to control his breathing. There, he was in. She let out the sweetest sigh, and he almost lost himself inside her.
She pulled him down to her lips and sucked on his tongue.
Naughty girl.
She broke the kiss and nipped at his ear.
“Move now,” she growled.
“Yes
, ma’am.”
Angling his hips to hit her clit, he
set a rigorous pace. It hadn’t been part of his original plan but she just felt so damn good. When she cried out and her waves of pleasure massaged his cock, he exploded. The orgasm seemed to lean toward a personal record. While he finished he placed light kisses on her lips, her nose, and her temple.
Contentment washed over him as he nuzzled her neck. She smelled so good. He could even pick up his scent on her skin
, making his wolf particularly happy. He hadn’t marked her as his but damned if he didn’t have the urge.
Reluctantly, he pulled for her embrace to dispose of the condom. Nothing made him happily than post-
coidal cuddling. But when he came back from the bathroom she wasn’t waiting with a happy, sated smile. Truth was she slipped away like the cat she was.
He’d be damned if he would be denied his after
-sex happy time. So he got dressed and followed her scent right into a rainstorm. That was Wyoming for you, hot one minute and raining the next. At least it was a soft and warm rain. It didn’t sting his face while he ran to catch up to her.
It didn’t take long to find her. He heard her grumbling before he even saw her.
“Damn it. I finally got dry and then it had to rain.”
“You sure are speedy when you’re running away.”
“I wasn’t running away. We were done, and I still have a score to settle with Old Gus.”
“
Naw, I think you were running scared.”
She snorted. “Yeah, okay, sure. I was scared—”
“See? Glad you can admit your true feelings. Having sex with me tends to send the females for a loop. Don’t worry—it’ll wear off.”
She turned and a few drops of water splashed him in the face. He didn’t remove them.
“What did I tell you about interrupting me?”
He just grinned at her. He found her so darn fascinating.
“Would you like to dance?”
“What? No
, I don’t want to dance. It’s raining.”
“So I thought you weren’t scared.”
“I’m not, but dancing in the middle of a gravel road is something crazy people do.”
“Well then
, darlin’, I guess I’m due for a trip to the loony bin, ’cause seeing you here in the rain makes me want to dance.”
She started to argue
, so he kissed her slightly parted lips and started swaying back and forth as if it was the most natural thing in the world. At that moment, he wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else on Earth or with anyone else.
He broke the kiss and hid his smirk at her dizzy expression. She didn’t seem happy about it, but she let him lead her around with her hand placed tentatively in his palm. He busted out his best moves and gave her a spin.
He planned it going a lot smoother than it did. She stumbled, and he went to catch her, throwing himself off balance. During the clumsy descent to the muddy ground he turned, taking most of the impact on himself. Water splattered over their faces, running in small rivers down her nose to his. Her full-faced smile did funny things to his insides that wasn’t remotely like what happened after he ate some of Clara’s homemade campfire chili.
Alex snorted.
“You are such a dork.”
She climbed off of him and started walking down the road leading back to the main ranch
. It was when she turned and gave him a shy smile that he knew he was in deep trouble. He was falling for his Little Cat, in more ways than one.
Alex felt all sorts of dreamy. De
spite being chilled and soaked to the bone, warmth radiated through her. Damn that overbearing, sexy, dancing hillbilly. She only had a couple of days left before she had to go back. If Jenny didn’t make herself known then this small hope she carried with her would be gone, smothered by what was left of her family duty.
She could
n’t afford to fall for Clint. Not now. She had to keep her head on straight. Not to mention she still had to finish her daily chore with Satin’s pet. Her anger at the little donkey dissipated when she saw how miserable he looked. He pawed at the mud just as soaked as her.
“Hey
, big guy. You pulled a nasty trick on me today. But I guess I can forgive you. I’d still like to be friends.”
He just looked at her with his big chocolate brown eyes. He seemed so sad. Maybe the way his hair looked matted from the rain, but she wanted to hug him.
She didn’t because that would be stupid, but she had the feeling just the same.
“Are you hungry? I’m going run and get you your dinner.”
Every time her foot hit the ground she cringed at the squishy sound. At the pace she set for herself it seemed as if she was in a bad cartoon where the main guy was sneaking around on squeaky shoes. All that was missing was the guy hitting her with the frying pan.
Luna meowed a greeting when she entered the little shed.
She took a moment to scratch the sweet little thing behind the ears. The smell of fresh hay made her nose tickle, and she fought a sneeze. Luna padded her way back to her nice, dry home in the hay.
“Right
, back to work.”
She made quick
task of opening the indoor stall to let the poor animal inside out of the rain. Then she put the grass in his trough and waited. Just as Clint said, Gus meandered his way in and began munching on his food. Remembering the warning of his nightly escape, she closed the door behind him, double-checking the lock to make sure it was secure. There was no way the little bugger would pull a Houdini.
She didn’t muck out the stall
, so tomorrow she’d have twice the work. She vowed to get up early and get the outside corral done before it was time to let Gus out for the day. Stepping outside the mini barn, she braced herself for rain but was pleasantly surprised.
Sun shined through the clouds in brilliant rays reaching all the way to the ground. Her mom had once said it was God’s way of letting us know there would always be light after darkness.
She sure hoped her mother was right.
She started toward the main house and tried to ignore the fact she’d spent almost the entire day wet.
“Hey there, darlin’. Nice weather we’re having.”
Speaking of wet.
God, his voice drove her insane, making her want to drop her pants and beat him senseless at the same time.
“What do you want
, Cowboy?”
“Well seeing as how you ran off I had to go back to my secret spot and get our picnic basket. Good news is the dessert is safe and sound.”
She looked at him incredulously. “Seriously, you went all the way back there to get dessert?”
“Yes
, ma’am. I wouldn’t want it to go to waste. After all, you’ve never tasted anything like it. Nothing compares.”
She tilted her head to the side and looked at him while letting her tongue slip out and taste her bottom lip. It was cliché but hell
, it was fun. She gave him her best bedroom voice.