Chapter 8

She tightened her hold around his neck as he scooped her up quickly. God what had she said to put that heat in his eyes so fast? She was teasing about ice, and what to do with it. She nuzzled into his neck, a whispery laugh leaving her. "In a hurry Cowboy?"

"Uh huh," His voice was gruff and husky as he carried her into his suite, making haste to shut and lock the door, not even bothering to turn on the lights as he made his way to the bed.

The simmering curiosity that had been tapped down all evening, had come boiling up out of control with one little teasing phrase. Now he could think of nothing but getting her warm, willing and naked beneath him.

As he deposited her on the bed, he crawled, like a panther, gracefully up her form, hovering over her with a feral need blatant in his eyes. He lowered himself over her and his lips took on a masterful role. Plundering the recesses of her mouth like a viking on a quest for glory.

She couldn't hold back the whimper as his body pressed against hers, her hands moving up to graze over his back slowly. Her tongue slid along his seeking connection as she writhed against him. Her eyes opened only to find his brown eyes burning bright with a passion she'd never seen in anyone before, deep seated and hot enough to turn her to ash.

Unable to resist, she dipped her head, her nose brushing over his chest, taking in the masculine scent of him that had her thinking of the beach, the fog and the forest all rolled into one. It was a smell that was totally normal yet on him more erotic than any other aphrodisiac.

For a moment his mind flashed to the dreams. How many times had he felt just like this in them? So hot, so uncontrolled, his actions ruled not by his mind but by his passion, a passion that was a bit scary yet oddly comforting. He tugged at the straps of her tank top, shoving it down to reveal a lacy little number pretending to be a demi bra. He tore his mouth from her lips and tongued her nipples thru the lace as a hand snaked down to her thigh and under her mini skirt. His fingers slid over the silk of her skin caressingly.

Her hips flexed upwards as his hand slid over her flesh, her mind spiraling into a crazy in between world of knowing and adventure. He felt so right, as if they'd started this way thousands of times before, and yet it was their first time. She couldn't get enough of his scent, his taste as her lips roamed over the small slip of skin showing, before moving up to his neck, her teasing nibbles turning desperate.

The warmth of her mouth against his flesh made him growl. He stopped momentarily to shirk his shirt, giving her more skin to tease. He deftly reached a hand around to her back, his fingers deftly undoing her clothing, freeing her breasts. The speed of his onslaught suddenly changed; from primal to slow and tantalizing. His eyes feasted on her bare breasts, the rosy damp nipples tempted his fingertips. He reached out and trailed circles around them with his thumb before slowly, deliberately rolling the nub.


Her back arched, pushing herself against his hands. She wanted him out of his clothing, and herself out of hers, but when his shirt vanished she forgot everything but the need to rub against him. Her head tilted, her lips intent on the patches of fur then each hard nub of a nipple, her hands gliding over the tanned silk of his skin.

He breathed in deeply and moaned softly at her touch. He felt his groin tighten and placed feather light kisses over her cheeks, her eyelids, her lips as he slid his pants off, dropping them over the side of the bed before he turned his attention to the barely there skirt and scrap of material she called panties. Soon enough they joined his pants in a pile and he lay himself out next to her, propping himself up on one elbow, his other hand slowly tracing its way from her thighs, to her hips, over the light smattering of curls between her legs. His palm flitted lightly over her, her stomach, he splayed his fingers over and delved his head to taste his way up to her lips.

She shivered as her skin heated, his hands igniting fire along each inch of skin, and as his fingers slid along her core she couldn't stop the instinctive arching of her hips. His lips were like silk and sin against her and when her eyes opened only to see his hand moving for his hat she reached up to stall him, feeling the dream fitting itself into the moment. "Leave it on, please."

An eyebrow shot up at the request briefly, as a lazy smile flooded his face "Sure thing Ma'am," he winked and nipped at the lobe of her ear as his hand began to rub in earnest over her curls before parting the soft folds and slicking over moist bud.

She was wet, and when he slid one slender finger inside, she was pulsing already, he felt the gentle contraction gripping him and wished by all that was holy he could slide his thickness home right then. But he wasn't about to let himself enjoy her until she'd gotten hers, he wanted to see her peak and hear her beg for him. He slid another finger deep, flicked softly inside then pumped slowly in and out as the pad of his thumb rubbed firmly against her clit.

Her eyes flickered open as his fingers wiggled, her mind shutting down to all but the man and the sensations he was surrounding her with. Dreams were becoming reality, mixing and melding into a passion induced haze. Fingers tightened on shoulders, even as she felt herself opening wider to his movements, her tongue flickering over dry lips in order to make sound. "God, please, don't just tease me!"

Her breathy request fueled his movements, he picked up the pace for a few moment longer, letting her get near to the brink before slipping his fingers from her warmth and rolling his body over hers. The length of him lay against the wetness there as he rubbed himself on the outside of her, tantalizing her core again almost to the edge before he pushed himself in,

As he parted her she quickly squeezed around him, her inner walls tighter and hotter than any he'd ever felt before. "My God, Bailey," were his only words as his breath left him in a rush. Even with his eyes closed he saw the fog in his mind, he saw the flames, he even heard the wind rustling through leaves that were not there.

In surprise and a little panic he blinked rapidly, his gaze turning as he focused on her face, lost in rapture and began to move. There was nothing slow about his intentions now, the primal need was back and in full force, he withdrew and plunged,seating himself fully, sinking deep within her.

She felt the fire racing inside of her, the fog teasing at the fringes of her mind, the quietest whimper escaping her as the scintillating scent of fall leaves surrounded her. Legs lifted to wrap around his waist, ankles locking as she pulled him in tighter, closer, not wanting even a smidgen of breath between them.

And in those seconds she felt something flare to life, filling a long empty space inside of her as dreams collided, his name nothing but a gasped moan upon her lips.

As her legs gripped him, tighter, nearer to her center and the heat flared through him for a few moments, the whole world made sense, the fog cleared, the darkness was gone and all that was left was her and him. As he neared the brink, her name cut a staccato beat from his throat. His hands delved into her hair, he buried his nose there and inhaled nature in its purest form.

She sobbed his name like an anthem, her nails grazing along his spine as she lost herself inside of him. Nothing else mattered in that moment, her body tightening as she spiraled out of control, held in place by his secure grip. Her head lifted, lips seeking his as she fell over the edge.

His breath mingled with hers as there lips came together once more, his body jerked as he exploded deep within, a low grunt followed by nothing more than panting as two twined souls let the silence feather them back down to earth.

She inhaled in gaspy short breaths, her pulse still racing as he slumped over her, his head pillowing on her shoulders. She didn't even want to move her legs. Keeping him there, tight to her felt so incredibly right. "Wow. That was..." She couldn't even finish the sentence.

He raised his head and with a bit of wonder in his gaze simply nodded agreement as his lips found hers for a tender kiss.
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