Unbridled Heat [Men of Iron Horse 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Morgan Fox

  He was good at keeping his smirk contained, but the slight grin was still cute. “I’m just glad you’re here now.”

  She bit her lip. “Me, too.”

  He handed her two glasses with a sip of wine in each, then turned to grab a beer from the refrigerator. “I honestly thought you’d reconsider.”

  I had. “You did?”

  “Sure,” he told her directly. “I’ve never been so nervous. It’s like this is my first date.”

  “Oh, thank goodness,” she said, tension seeping from her shoulders. Then she covered her mouth, her eyes wide. “I keep doing that. Saying what’s supposed to stay in my head.”

  He chuckled, sitting down in the chair beside her at the table. “You make me laugh.”

  She made him laugh. Seriously? When did she become funny? “I do?”

  “You really don’t see how amazing you are, do you?”

  She scrunched up her nose. “I’m just a girl from Kentucky.”

  He twisted off the top of his beer and took a sip. “Trust me, you’re so much more than just a girl from Kentucky.”

  She glanced down at the glasses of wine, unsure if being the daughter of a horse rancher was a good thing in Luke’s eyes. She wasn’t high fashion, full of flair, or overcome with her appearance. She was simple, easygoing, and took people at their word. Where she came from, that meant something. It didn’t matter if your hair was in the latest style, but only that it had been brushed.

  Maybe she was just too small town for someone as big as Luke Mackenzie. “I think I made a mistake.” She rose to her feet, slowly shoving away from the table. “This isn’t me. I’m not the kind of girl who shows up at a man’s house for sex. I’m the girl who wants flowers, romance…I want to go out on a real date. I want a man to treat me as if I’m special.”

  She looked him as he stood, his expression strained.

  “I want a man who wants me for more than sex. I want a man who gets me.”

  For a long moment, only silence enveloped them. Then, to her surprise, he motioned forward, taking her by her hand. “I like who you are. I like that you laugh with your heart. I like that you’re brutally honest with me. I like that you give a shit about who you sleep with.” He brushed the tips of his fingers over her cheek, weaving his fingers through her hair and cupping the back of her head. “I like you, Layla. More and more each time I see you. Corny, right?”

  Her heart leapt. Was that a bunch of one-liners or did he really mean what he said? She was utterly confused. Her body said one thing, while her mind shouted another.

  He swallowed hard and she liked that he looked nervous. It added to his charm. But this time, his unexpected vulnerability made him even more desirable.

  “I’m not good at this,” he rasped.

  She grimaced, not liking the sound of that. Surely, he wasn’t talking about the act of sex. “Not good at what?”

  He cleared his throat. “I’ve never dated a woman before. Other than drinks and small talk, I don’t know what else to do.”

  “Oh,” she muttered, smiling as if it was the first time she’d ever seen snow at Christmas. “I’m no expert, but I think that dating involves doing things together. Going to movies, restaurants, bowling.”

  “Bowling? Do you like to bowl?”

  She hesitated before nodding and then waited for him to make fun of her.

  “I love bowling,” he said, beaming at her. “I haven’t done that in years.”

  “Seriously?” she asked, furrowing her brow.

  “Sure. My department used to have leagues. Cops versus firemen. We kicked their asses. Every. Single. Time.”

  “Of course you did.” She grinned.

  The slow press of his fingers on the flesh of her hands sent a tingle of excitement racing through her. “Would you like to go out with me, Layla? A night of bowling could be fun.”

  Her pulse thundered in her ears. The heat from her body made her wish she were standing in snow to cool off. Her face had to be as red as a tomato. Being this close to Luke was nice. Hearing his voice deepen as he moved forward to whisper his request had been overwhelmingly delightful.

  She swallowed. “I’d like that.”

  Slowly his hands moved up her arms, his gentle touch firing her blood. She licked her lips, her mouth dry as a bone. The way he trailed his fingers over the skin of her arms drove her mad. Her breath came quick, her mind dizzy. He drew closer, his lips brushing over her cheek.

  She gasped as he pressed tender kisses along her jaw, up to her ear and down the column of her neck. The muscles in her body weakened, but he was there to steady her. His mouth never parted from her flesh.

  “You taste like candy,” he murmured just as his tongue glided over her lower lip. “I bet the rest of you tastes just as good.”

  In an instant, her arms wrapped around his neck and he turned her, placing her on the edge of the table. As he cradled in against her, she felt the firm press of his cock and a fluttering sigh escaped her. He cupped her face in his hands and took her mouth in a scorching kiss.

  The warm press of his fingers moving through the strands of her hair sent jolts of electricity racing through every nerve in her body. Overcome with passions, she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. She closed her eyes, sure that when she opened them again it would’ve all been a dream. But it wasn’t. Luke held her, kissing her in a way she’d never been kissed before. The way his lips molded over hers, tasting her so thoroughly had her toes curling in her shoes.

  “I’ve wanted to do that since I found you in the street,” he told her, his voice a breathy rumble.

  She smiled as he pressed his forehead to hers. His body strained, almost shaking as he held himself perfectly still.

  “I want you,” he muttered. “But only if you’re ready. I won’t force you. I won’t charm the pants right off you.” He grinned, easing back to look at her. “It’s your choice. And no matter what you decide, I’m still taking you bowling.”

  She liked the way he spoke to her. Liked that he said exactly the words that would ease her mind, even though they fired her blood.

  Biting the inside of her cheek, she hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath. “I’m gonna kick your ass at it, too.”

  He chuckled, sweeping the backs of his knuckles over her cheek. “Bring it on.”

  The buttery sweetness pouring out from him tickled her senseless. Hopping off the table, she wrapped her arms around him. The warmth she felt from him as he pressed his chin to the top of her head startled her. His heart was pounding hard as she cradled her cheek to his chest. It sounded just as loud as hers.

  “I didn’t come over here to talk,” she said, stepping back to look up at him. “I came here to be with you.”

  Chapter Seven

  Luke closed in on Layla, his body overshadowing hers. “Are you sure?” he asked, the words soft but clipped.

  She nodded and within a breath he had her hand in his and was leading her from the kitchen, passed the living room and down the hallway into his bedroom. The door closed behind her.

  He was like a wild animal the moment the door was shut. His eyes darkened as he stared at her, only breaking his gaze to tug his shirt up over his head. Once he kicked off his shoes, pants, and briefs, he rushed to guide her to the edge of the bed, his hands and mouth were all over her just as hers were all over him. The need to touch him was almost too much. The possession she felt from him even greater.

  Luke nipped at her lips, easing back to pull her blouse up over her head. She couldn't help but feel exposed, vulnerable. He must have sensed her unease. With a sweet smile playing at his lips, he pulled her against him and back into a kiss that had her forgetting just how soon to be naked she was. Now what she felt was unbridled heat, scorching warmth that had moisture pooling between her legs and naughty images plaguing her mind.

  His fingers were quick to work the button and zipper of her jeans. When his hand slipped inside the elastic band of her panties and his fingers dipped be
tween her legs, she almost forgot to breathe. “Oh,” she moaned as he teased her clit.

  “Damn, you're wet,” he said with a groan, nuzzling against her neck.

  She trembled, unsure of what to make of his words. No one had ever spoken to her during sex. The act was done and that was it. Luke was different and she liked it.

  Before she could overanalyze it, he worked his finger inside her pussy and she gasped, the pleasure catching her off guard.

  “Like fucking silk,” he told her, his tone guttural and sexy. “I can't wait to taste you.” He nipped at the lobe of her ear. “Would you like that, Layla? Would you like my mouth on your pussy?”

  Oh, God, yes! She bit her lip, unable to say the answer.

  He leaned back, his finger no longer pulsing inside her. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you like, Layla.” He bit her lower lip, tugging it gently into his mouth to suck it. “Tell me how much you like the idea of me fucking you, tasting every square inch of your body.”

  Her heart revved. Her breathing so erratic she thought she would black out from all the need pulsing through her. He was doing this to her and she liked it. Every fucking thing.

  “Tell me, Layla.”

  She swallowed the dryness in her throat, hoping to find the courage to say what she could in the safety of her thoughts. There she'd been able to say and think whatever she wanted without the fear of embarrassment. But the way he looked at her, touched her as if he already knew exactly what she wanted and needed, gave her fear pause.

  “Yes,” she muttered. “I've dreamed of you doing that to me.”

  He knelt in front of her, staring up at her as he pulled off her shoes and stripped her of her jeans and panties. He trailed his hands up her legs and hips as he rose to his full height. “You've dreamed of me doing what? Tell me.”

  Her throat constricted. “I've dreamed of you...” She couldn't say it. No matter how much she wanted to speak the words, they just wouldn't part from her lips.

  “You've dreamed of me eating your pussy?”

  She sucked in a deep breath, her body shivering with overwhelming emotions. She couldn't make sense of the sensations ravaging her. She felt excited, scared, freaked out, but mostly desired.

  Lowering her gaze, she nodded. With his index finger pressed under her chin, he brought her eyes up to look at him. “Don't feel ashamed for telling me what you like.” He took her hand in his and placed it over his erection. “I like it when you touch me. Everywhere. I like the way you hesitate just before you give in to what you want.” He kissed her as she began stroking his cock, the smooth, velvety skin warm in her hand.

  He groaned, his eyes darkening as she pleasured him. Before she knew what he was doing, he grasped her hand to stop her from touching him. Her eyes went wide.

  “As much as I enjoy the feel of your hand on my cock, I have other ideas in mind. But first, I need to know everything you want me to do to you...and we're not leaving this bed until I've made you scream from the pleasure.”

  A fluttering whimper escaped her throat. “But I don't know—”

  “Sure, you do,” he said, not letting her finish her nervous thought. “I'll make it easy on you. I'll let you tell me with your hands, your mouth, your words, whatever you feel most comfortable with.”

  The seconds the ticked by seemed to drag on as her mind wrapped her head around what she wanted. She desired to be kissed, held, feel him inside her, but she hadn't planned on saying what she wanted. She figured he would simply take over. Wasn't that how sex worked, the man did what he wanted and that was it?

  “What do you want to do to me?”

  He shot her a crooked grin. “That's a copout. And I think you already know what I want to do to you.” He paused. “Everything.”

  It was her turn to smile. “Like?”

  “Lie on the bed and I'll show you.”

  A wave of heat flood through her and settled low in her belly. She sat on the edge of the bed and scooted back. When he moved over top of her, she held her breath. She should've asked for him to turn off the light, but she was trying hard not to sound like a timid virgin, even though that was how she felt. She'd already managed to stand before him naked, all but her bra had been removed, and now he covered her, cradled between her legs, the moment more epic than anything she'd ever imagined.

  His touch was tender, the press of his lips dangerously possessive, but sweet. The contrast of his appearance and the way he touched her was extreme. Night after night she had dreamed of a man to claim her like this, to rule her body as he captured her heart. Never had she expected that person to be Luke. But as he kissed her she knew that when she opened her eyes the man before her would be the one she'd always dreamed of finding.

  Arching her back, his cock probed at her pussy and her eyes sprung open. Before she had a moment to speak her concern, he was already talking.

  “Try not to do that again, until I put on a condom.”

  Oh, thank God. He'd planned ahead and she hadn't had to ask.

  “You need to stop worrying, Layla, and just enjoy it.”

  “I'm not worried,” she argued.

  He arched a brow. “That's not what your face is telling me.” He claimed her mouth in a kiss that had her digging her fingers into the hard flesh of his arms. “Let me show you how amazing we can be together.”

  He kissed a trail down her body, starting at her lips, down the column of her throat, over both her breasts, stopping long enough to tease and torment her nipples, then he nipped at her belly, massaging his way between her legs.

  She tightened the muscles of her legs, attempting to close them, but when he planted a delicate kiss to her inner thigh and caressed her hips, she relaxed, letting him do the things she feared to speak.

  With the flick of his tongue on her clit, she sucked in her breath, her fingers instantly weaving through his hair. With just the perfect ounce of pressure, he sucked, driving her closer to the edge. She was already more excited than she'd ever been, but watching him savor her, feeling him pleasure her was enough to shove her into euphoria. And when he slipped his finger inside her pussy she shattered.

  “Oh, God,” she cried as her release hit her.

  Even as the aftershocks singed her nerves, he didn't stop licking and sucking at her pussy. Lying breathless, he finally rose to pull a condom from his nightstand. She couldn't take her eyes off him as he rolled the latex over his shaft. Then, all traces of air fled the room as he grabbed hold of her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. The bed sat higher than most and put her at the most delicious angle.

  “So beautiful.”

  She shivered as she stared up at him, his hungry gaze devouring her. He spread her legs and slowly sank deep inside her. She hissed as he filled her, the pressure building as she adjusted to his size.

  “Are you all right?” he asked, his voice strained.

  His blue eyes darkened like pools of night, but his lips were full and calling her. His taste was maddening and the concern in her voice only made him all the more alluring.

  Was she all right? No. She was past all right and headed straight toward bliss.

  She rolled her hips. “Don't stop.”

  He grinned as he bent her legs toward her chest, exposing her for more pleasure. He thrust, sinking deeper inside her. She bit the inside of her cheek as he pulsed in and out of her like a piston. Then, he rolled her hips, placing one of her legs between his. Her other leg rested on his shoulder and again he rocketed deep. She clawed at the bed and his hip. The pleasure unbelievable. Something magical sparked inside her, something she'd never felt before. Then as his cock dove deep, she figured out what was happening. In a blinding wave, she cried out, her breath ripping from her lungs.

  “That's it, baby. Let it go.”

  Luke was resilient in his passions and nothing seemed to stop the power of his possession. Once her world exploded, he crawled over top of her, dragging her back to the center of the bed, cradling her in his arms. He filled h
er pussy once more, her legs wrapped around him as he took her with such care and slowness. This was what she thought making love should feel like, but she and Luke weren't in love. They were just new friends sharing a moment of need. But even as those words formed in her mind she realized she was in way over her head. As he kissed her and sensually caressed her body, she knew she’d made a mistake. Once would never be enough and forever didn't seem long enough.

  I'm such a foolish girl...

  * * * *

  He was lost and it was all Layla's fault. She was turning him inside out and he had no way to stop it from happening. All he could do was hold her, feel her wrapped around him, and pray he could make sense of it all.

  Enveloped in her arms was the best he'd ever felt and maybe it was just his dick talking, but he couldn't deny how amazing she felt. There was something about her he couldn’t describe, something that made him want her for more than just a fuck.

  What’s wrong with me?

  That realization startled him. He'd never given a woman a second thought until Layla and he intended to find out why that was. Perhaps it was the investigator in him. He wasn’t sure.

  After he'd watched her unravel from her orgasm, a need so raw and primal slammed against him. The desire to be closer to her hit him like a brick and all he wanted was to cradle against her. Her body molded to his perfectly, as if she'd always been the one he'd searched for and hadn't realized it. He couldn't take his eyes off her, she was so real. There was nothing fake about Layla. What she felt, he saw through her eyes and in her expressions. She wasn't trying to impress him with fancy clothing and strong-smelling perfumes. She was beautiful, inside and out.

  For too long he'd spent his nights jumping from one bed to another only to escape before morning. He didn't need a shrink to tell him that he had daddy issues. His dad had been a real piece of shit, abandoning him and his mother when he was just a baby. What kind of jackass does that?

  He would never be like his dad, having a family only to abandon them. No, that wasn’t him and it never would be, not if he could help it.