Summer Love in the Forest: Sweet & Steamy Instalove Romance #5 (Summer Instalove)

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by Haley Travis


  At first his girth slowed down his progression, then I began to open; then he came up against that little blockage that I knew some men fantasized about.

  Ray growled against my lips. “Tell me yes, kitten.”

  Bracing myself, I knew what was coming, tingling with both fear and excitement. “Yes,” I gasped. “Please…deeper.”

  I tried to calm myself, knowing that this was one of the clearest decisions of my life. He was gorgeous, and the electrical current that seemed to come off of his hot body drove me crazy. Any woman would throw herself at his chiseled physique, but it was his intensity, and this wild connection between us, that was the hottest thing of all.

  Ray paused, taking the tiniest strokes as his lips and teeth grazed a trail down my body. I noticed that his eyes blazed every time I made the slightest moan. The thought that my pleasure aroused him was incredible.

  As his lips found their way back to mine, his thumb caressing my nipple, our kisses became heated, frantic, as his tongue wandered its way into my mouth. My back arched against him, those tiny movements building my anticipation, but also causing my juices to flow.

  “I love how wet you are,” he murmured, pulling back to watch my eyes. “Kate, are you sure?” There was a hitch in his voice, as if he were nervous.

  “Please,” I begged shamelessly. “Yes.”

  This time he kissed me gently, so softly it felt like a dream. He began to press his shaft inside me, and I could feel my body trying to fight the harsh intrusion.

  Wrapping one leg around his waist, and digging my heel into the bed with the other, I brought my hips up to meet him, trying to relax and help him sink deeper.

  Gasping against his lips, I felt him crash through my barrier, sinking deeper until he was at least halfway buried inside me. It was painful at first, but I was so curious about every sensation that I was a bit distracted.

  Instantly he released my breasts, slipping his arms under me to cradle my shoulders and the back of my head as he began to rock gently.

  My skin felt feverish everywhere it touched him, as I stared up into his eyes. “Wow,” I gasped.

  His long, slow strokes turned from pain to the most delicious pressure. He pushed as deeply as he could, then realized that maybe I just wasn’t able to take it all.

  His hand gripped the back of my hair possessively. “Kitten, are you okay?” I nodded eagerly. His eyes darkened, as his lips curled into a seductive half smile. “Do you want more?”

  I nodded.

  He stopped moving, making me whimper. “I need you to say it, kitten. Tell me what you need.”

  “Please…” I gasped, my hips trying to rock up against him, but he pinned me tighter.

  Something changed in the way he looked at me. His body language shifted, becoming more…connected, somehow. The air around us felt electrified. He began to pull out very slowly, as my hands gripped his ass, trying to stop him, as if I could ever control a man this huge.

  “Tell me, kitten. Tell me what you know I need to hear.”

  I could have drowned from the look in his eyes. I knew precisely what he wanted, and my need to give it to him was completely overwhelming.

  Turning my lips to his ear, I was almost embarrassed, but couldn’t stop myself. “Please,” I breathed, “I need to be your naughty kitten. I need to feel your huge cock making me come. Don’t you want to feel that?” I asked, caressing his hips as he began to move inside me. “Don’t you need to hear me moan for you?”

  “Good girl,” he growled, pushing himself back inside me, finding a deep, steady pace that made us both melt. The pain faded to a beautiful little ache that somehow intensified the pleasure.

  “Fuck, baby you’re so tight,” he groaned. “So wet. So soft around me.”

  My hands couldn’t stop caressing his skin, grabbing his ass as I rocked up against him. Our rhythm was becoming deeper, faster, as if we were somehow dancing together.

  Suddenly he pulled my hands away, holding them over my head, pinning me as he stopped moving. “What’s wrong?” I gasped.

  He kissed across my forehead. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone, and never a woman as gorgeous as you are. I don’t want to come too fast.”

  I don’t know why that completely turned me on. I began to wiggle against him, massaging the thick head of his shaft with my pussy lips, then using my heels against his thighs to pull him deeper.

  “Naughty thing,” he growled, and something about the tension in his voice was like pouring gasoline on a fire.

  “I can’t help it,” I whined. “Please…don’t stop.”

  His thumb found my clit, touching me at just the perfect angle, those tiny circles making my hips tense. He released my hands, leaning back so that he could look down at where we were joined. He stared as he rocked at least two-thirds of his cock inside me with slow, gentle strokes.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured.

  The way he stared at me should have been unnerving. I’ve always hated being observed. But feeling his eyes study every inch of my skin only made me hotter. My hips began to twitch, my belly fluttering as I felt everything beginning to implode.

  “Kiss me while I come, please,” I choked, feeling his lips on mine a split second later as I squealed against him, the rippling wave of pressure flooding my entire body.

  His thrusts became deeper, more urgent. His lips against mine became savage as he gave in to every urge. “Yes,” I moaned, “come inside me.”

  “Mine,” he growled. “My perfect, precious little kitten. Fuck, you feel so good. I’m never letting you go, baby…”

  My arms and legs gripped him tightly as he pounded into me, his movements becoming erratic. His roar against my lips as his cock throbbed inside me made me lose my mind. I could feel a wet warmth spreading through my tingling pussy, almost feeling like I was coming again.

  After his movements had dwindled to a slow, sultry caress, he finally pulled out, still kissing me.

  Ray’s wide-eyed stare was unreadable. Then he shook his head. “I’ve never felt anything like that in my life, baby.” His thumb ran along my cheekbone. “Please, tell me you feel this pull between us?”

  I nodded, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity of this moment, but blinking them away.

  “Do you feel alright, kitten? Was that too rough?”

  My eyes clenched shut, and I couldn’t stifle my giggle. “I had no idea that I liked it a little rough.”

  Cautiously opening my eyes, his smile was a beam of sunshine. “I’m going to try so hard to be good to you, kitten. You’ll see.”

  It was strange that he was already speaking as if we were a couple, but I was too happy and exhausted and tingly to think straight. Curling into his arms, he pulled a sheet up, and I was probably asleep before it settled over us.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  * Ray *

  Normally I woke up whenever daylight leaked through the window, but this time daybreak was accompanied by the soft, heavy breathing of the angel in my arms.

  We must have shifted in our sleep, pulling each other even closer. Her leg was wrapped over my hip, her arm under mine, clutching my back. Her head was curled into my shoulder so that her face rested with her cheek against my skin.

  The feeling of her pressed against me brought my cock to instant attention, but I tried to remain still so that I didn’t wake her.

  For the first time in my life, I didn’t want to jump out of bed, make coffee, and get started with my own day right away. My only thoughts were of how to care for her. Was she a big breakfast person? How did she take her coffee, if she even drank it? Did she prefer to shower in the morning or at night?

  I wanted to learn absolutely everything about her so that I could adjust accordingly. Logistically, it was going to take a lot of shuffling, but bizarrely, I was looking forward to it. I needed to see what my life looked like with Kate in it.

  I couldn’t believe that I had blurted out so many heartfelt confessions last night.
I’d always been the kind of guy who thought before he spoke, and spoke very little overall. There was so much of myself that I couldn’t control around her. It was oddly thrilling.

  She was the one. I would never have dreamed that the right girl even existed for me, but here she was.

  My body started to get twitchy from trying so hard to stay still, and I realized I was going to wake her up no matter what. Pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, I slowly untangled us, rolling out from under her. She murmured something unintelligible, her hand tucking under the pillow where I had just left.

  Grabbing my shorts, I went to the washroom, then out to the kitchen to see what I had in the way of breakfast.

  After putting the coffee on, I began chopping up onions and peppers, and shredding spinach. Whether she preferred scrambled eggs or omelets, at least I would have the prep work done.

  As I poured my coffee, I realized that I was humming to myself. Me. Humming. I didn’t know if that had ever happened before. Wiping my hands, I went over to the sound system to put on an old blues album at a whisper-quiet volume.

  The mattress creaked a few times in the bedroom, then I heard some rustling, followed by the door opening and little feminine footsteps approaching.

  “Good morning, gorgeous,” I smiled, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her forehead. “Do you drink coffee?”

  Kate nodded. “It smells great.”

  “I don’t have cream, but there’s some milk in the fridge.”

  “Black is better, thanks.”

  I poured her a mug and she sat down at the table and what I instantly thought of as her spot. “Scrambled eggs or omelets ?” I asked.

  Blinking, she looked around the kitchen and saw that breakfast was underway. “Oh. I don’t want to be any more trouble.”

  “We both have to eat, and if I’m cooking for you, that means you’re resting. So which do you prefer?”

  “Um, I like both. Whichever is easier, I guess, or whichever you prefer?”

  I shrugged. “Scrambled, then. Sometimes this pan does omelets unevenly.”

  She seemed impressed at the fluffy plate full of eggs that appeared in front of her, along with toast and raspberry jam.

  “If you like, you could come grocery shopping with me today,” I said, sitting down to my own plate. “This jam is from the Iversen farm stand that’s on the way.”

  I watched as Kate’s eyes rolled back, a huge grin across her pretty face. “These are amazing,” she mumbled behind her hand with her mouth full.

  “Thanks.”

  Once she had swallowed, she said, “I really do need to work today though. I’m hoping to get at least ten new songs completed during my stay, which is a tall order.”

  Sipping my coffee, I said, “That’s cool. Maybe we could have dinner together, then. Or go for a walk whenever you take a break in the evening.”

  She nodded. “Sure. But listen, when I fall into the songwriting flow, I kind of zone out for a while. So if I don’t answer my phone, please don’t get worried, all right?”

  I nodded. “I get it. You creative types have your own mystical little headspaces,” I smiled. I reached out to give her hand squeeze. “Kate, how are you feeling this morning?”

  She reached up to touch the back of her head. “It doesn’t hurt anymore. I won’t go poking this spot for a while, but I think I’m fine.”

  “And how about…elsewhere?” I asked, pointing to her lap with a quick glance.

  Kate was so cute when she blushed. “Oh, that.” She pulled her hand back to tuck her hair behind her ears, giggling softly. “I wouldn’t go poking that spot for a little while either. But, you know…it’s amazing.”

  “It really was amazing,” I said gently, brushing my thumb across the back of her hand. “I know I said a lot of crazy things, but I need you to know that I meant–”

  “Oh, I wouldn’t hold you to anything you said while we were, you know.” Her nervous laugh was brittle. “I know this is just a summer...whatever. That’s exactly what I expected.”

  “That’s not what I’m saying. I think–”

  She jumped up, grabbing her empty plate and mine, placing them in the sink. “Will you let me do the dishes this time?”

  “No, but wait, can we talk about this?”

  “I should go then, and get to work.” She dashed to the washroom, coming out with her clothes rolled into a ball. “The jeans are still wet. I’ll get your stuff back to you whenever I see you, okay?”

  I couldn’t believe how fast she jammed her feet into her boots, grabbing her jacket. “Thanks so much for breakfast,” she grinned. “Saved from the storm, plus well-fueled with eggs and vegetables for a marathon of songwriting. This is going to be an amazing day. Thanks, Ray!”

  She darted out the door and down the path, leaving me standing there feeling stunned.

  The woman I honestly wanted to spend my life with just took off as if this was some sort of booty call. I was humiliated. And shocked. Could she not have felt what I did?

  Or...my blood ran cold. Could I have frightened her in some way, or not cared for her in the way that she needed? Could I have wronged my sweet little Kate to the point where she felt she needed to run from me?

  CHAPTER NINE

  * Kate *

  As I trudged down the gravel trail to cabin number eleven, I’d never felt so ashamed in my life. The morning air was crisp and clear, and the rain had washed everything clean except for the nasty, twisting tension in the pit of my stomach.

  Digging into the pocket of my still wet jeans for the key, I let myself into the cabin, quickly throwing the damp clothing over the back of the kitchen chair and flopping across the bed.

  What the hell had happened?

  Last night had been the most incredibly intense, amazing experience of my life. I’d honestly never understood lust before, and now that I had tasted it, all I could think about was getting more and more.

  As I had fallen asleep in Ray’s arms, his sweet words echoing in my ears, I had somehow believed that we could start a real relationship.

  But as soon as I had looked around his bedroom in the light of morning, listening to him making breakfast with the music on…there was something so domestic about it. It was unbelievably sweet but it was just too fast. We barely knew each other, and he wanted us to go grocery shopping together?

  I had no point of reference for what was considered normal.

  Since Ray was probably in his mid to late thirties, he’d likely done that sort of thing before. He must be used to women wanting to stick around and spend as much time with him as possible.

  Taking off the way I did…good grief. I was the rudest person in the world.

  Grabbing my notebook, I forced myself to scribble three pages about the lack of manners in today’s society tearing us all apart. I had no idea if there was a song there, but if I could make it light, and a bit funny, there might be something to go on.

  Spending the day with my notebooks, granola bars and tea, I tried to move as little as possible. My ankle and shoulders were a bit achy from the way I had fallen out in the rain, but there were other little muscles, some of them internal, that definitely had a workout last night. My hips felt stiff, and every time I shifted I was reminded of last night.

  How could I have gone my entire twenty-two years without knowing that I craved having a man slightly overpower me? How could I not have known that I needed to feel powerful with him as well?

  It felt like he had lost himself with me. That was so exciting and amazing I started to twitch just thinking about it.

  What the ever-living hell was I going to do? I had probably offended him terribly, and he might not want to give me a second chance.

  But I couldn’t let him think I was just going to step into whatever role he had decided on for me. He had said something about being a terrible boyfriend. I had absolutely no clue how to be a girlfriend.

  People dated and hung out, but I had no idea what the actual obligations wer
e when you got right down to it. I worked long hours at the rehearsal space, then long hours creating my own music at home. Now that I was done with school, I often spent Friday and Saturday nights out watching live bands, or hanging out with my friends in one of our apartments, or blissfully alone.

  If Ray and I did go out, would he expect me to drop everything to make time for him? Would he want to come hang out while I was working?

 

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