Obsessed by Wildfire

by Autumn Jordon

  "No one within miles.” She dropped her demure gaze to his crotch and her body tightened. Yeah, he wanted her. There was the hard evidence. Evidence that made Isobel wonder if one night would be enough to satisfy her desires.

  "Should I be nervous?"

  "Are you?"

  She licked the want from her lips. Definitely a long weekend would be needed to take care of her itch. “No."

  Lizzy whinnied.

  "I should get her out of the trailer."

  "I make you nervous."

  "No you don't."

  "Liar."

  Warner grabbed her and spun her around on the seat, stepping in between her legs.

  "What do you think you're doing?"

  His strong forearms flexed under her palms while his hands cupped her face. The rough pads of Warner's thumbs brushed her cheekbones. He leaned into the cab and softly said, “Exactly what you want me to do."

  His mouth covered hers, tenderly at first, but a building urgency was not far behind.

  Hot desire rushed through Isobel's veins and pooled between her legs.

  Wanting to feel all of him, Isobel ran her hands up his arms, over his broad shoulders and to his back, pulling him closer. She melted against Warner, crushing her breasts against his chest. His thigh spread her legs while their kiss deepened.

  Lizzy whinnied again. This time louder. The horse's hoofs pounded the trailer floor. The motion rocked Issy against Warner and she moaned. With her hands on his shoulders, breathless, Isobel pushed back and licked Warner's taste from her lips.

  "I've got to take care of her. It'll only take me a few minutes and then we can continue this in the house."

  "Are you sure?"

  "If you don't finish what you've started, I might burst into flames.” She pushed off the seat and her body slid along Warner's. His hard-on grazed her mound again, spiking her need.

  "It is my duty as a fire marshal to prevent fires, so I can't let that happen.” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again.

  The horse's cry broke them apart.

  Isobel stabled Lizzy in record time.

  Somewhere, off in the distance, a coyote howled. A know-all moon with its hair draping across an eye hung above the cooling prairie and winked at her, making her feel like a vixen. She swung her hips provocatively as she lead Warner by the hand up the path to the back of the house.

  Some of her friends would say this was crazy, but others probably would've jumped Warner last night in the Blue Bug's parking lot or at the very least this afternoon when they were miles away from the town's prying eyes.

  Jumping a guy she barely knew was out of character for her, but she had this ache that only Warner seemed to be the cure for.

  While climbing the porch steps she said, “I was thinking, since I need to shower maybe you'd care to join me."

  Behind her, Warner stopped, and spun her around in one fluid motion. He pinned her arm behind her back. The position jutted her chest forward. Her belly pressed against his belt buckle.

  Warner's eyes were wild. “That does sound inviting, but I don't know if I can wait to get you upstairs.” He lowered his mouth to her breast.

  The warm moist tonguing of her nipple through the material of her thin cotton shirt and bra sent ripples of desire along her spine. She pushed into his mouth, combing her free fingers through his thick hair, knocking his baseball cap to the ground.

  He bit her hardened nipple.

  Warner's name slipped pass her lips on a heated breath.

  With a final suckle, he pulled back and looked up at her. “You like?"

  "Mmmm, yes."

  "Let's see if I can get the same reaction over here.” He trapped her other nipple in his mouth and went to work until it was as hard as a green rosebud and she again cried out with pleasure.

  Isobel whimpered when Warner raised his head and cool air replaced his hot, moist caress.

  "I love your hair pulled back this way.” His tongue licked and his teeth nipped her neck as he climbed the steps.

  The moment he freed her arm, she looped her hands around his neck, feathering his velvety hair between her fingers and nuzzled closer, yearning for his contact.

  By the moon's mellow cast, she saw Warner's pupils were enlarged and wild with need. His musky scent mixed with the fragrance of the honeysuckle climbing the chicken wire attached to the porch post and swirled around her.

  Warner's mouth found hers while his hands ran up her ribs to the sides of her breasts. The material of her shirt tightened and a second later she heard the snaps give way. Her bare skin tingled as she rubbed against the soft cotton of his polo shirt.

  Their lips crushed together, opening, tasting, devouring each other while Warner's powerful hands smoothed along her back and then quickly tugged her shirttail from her pants.

  Undressing outside on her porch was crazy, but Isobel didn't care. This was her ranch and no one was around for miles. She could run buck-naked wherever and with whomever she wanted. And right now she wanted to be naked, with Warner, real bad.

  Feeling his urgency, she dropped her arms to her sides and he quickly pushed the shirt from her shoulders, over her bare arms and tossed it to the porch floor.

  He backed down a step. His expression of awe stoked her confidence.

  Her skin felt hot against the cooling night air. Isobel flipped her long braid over her shoulder. Her heart raced feverishly and her breasts rose and fell in the glistening moonlight. “You like?"

  "Yeah, I do.” His fingertips played across her bra's white lace.

  Isobel reached behind her. His gaze turned hot as she undid her bra and tossed it on top of her shirt. “Now?"

  "Oh, yeah. Much better."

  He reached for her.

  She stepped back.

  His gaze jumped to meet hers. “What?"

  She undid the buckle of her belt and then the snap of her jeans. “You want more?"

  Warner shifted his stance, seemingly uncomfortable with a growing erection. His tongue darted across his lips as he watched her fingers.

  Tooth by tooth, her zipper sang.

  Yeah, she knew he wanted more before he even choked the words, “You're killin’ me, Issy."

  Her hand halted in its track. “Issy? Oh, so now you think we're best friends. You know only my best friends can call me Issy."

  "We're going to be."

  "You sure you want to be my best friend?” She circled her aureole with a finger.

  "Honey, I want to be so close to you that we're one."

  "Really? A best friend wouldn't let me stand here alone half naked."

  Understanding, he flashed a grin as wide as the Rio Grande. “You're right.” He ripped his polo shirt over his head in one swift motion and threw it on top of the growing pile.

  For a moment he stood before her—a god, his golden skin glistening in the moonlight. Hair covered his broad chest and drew to a V at his trim waist.

  Seeing where her eyes drifted, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. His erection pushed against his gray briefs. The sight made Isobel impatient. She wanted skin to skin contact.

  Warner extended his hand and cautiously took a step up onto the porch. “Now, can we be best friends."

  She traced one set of fingers along her jeans, exposing more of her flat stomach while she waggled the other set at him and backed away. “Only when I say we can."

  Warner chuckled deep from his throat. “You're a she-devil in an angel's body. What do you want me to do?"

  "You might not like it."

  "I'll do anything to have you as a friend, Issy."

  She smiled. “Strip."

  Warner's one sandy brow peaked. “Is that all? I was planning on doing that anyway.” With a devil's glint in his own eyes, Warner kicked off his loafers, dropped his pants and stepped out of them. “Ok. Now it's your turn."

  "You're not naked.” She nodded toward the briefs.

  "I see how it is. You're a lady who likes to have it all.”
He hooked his fingers over the briefs’ waistband and removed them faster than it took dropped bacon to sizzle on a hot skillet.

  Isobel's blood surged through veins, setting her nerves on fire. She wanted to take in all of him, his beautiful eyes that danced with mischief, his strong shoulders and muscular arms, thighs as strong as oak tree trunks, but it was impossible. Instead she took a moment to admire the length and thickness of his shaft before she said, “I'm a lady who is going to have it all."

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  Chapter Ten

  Isobel took her time as she walked toward Warner. His lust filled stare made her pulse kick-up another notch. Reaching him, she ever so lightly smoothed her hands over Warner's coarse chest hairs, causing him to tremble.

  Her skin heated under Warner's fingers where he traced down her back, below the material of her jeans and panties and cupped her rear end. He pulled her sinfully close. The head of him jabbed her belly and sent a zing through her womb.

  She lowered a hand and curled her fingers around his warm, smooth length and began to pump.

  Warner eyes drifted closed. The moan which escaped his slightly parted full lips made her smile. She enjoyed the control she had over him. “I take it you like."

  He opened his eyes and their glazed epression revealed his pleasure. “Oh, yeah. Very much."

  She cupped his balls. “And this?"

  The muscles of his throat worked before he answered, “Hmmm, yeah."

  Isobel held her grin in check. “More?” She trailed her hand up his shaft.

  "Grrr.” The sound came from deep in his throat. Warner inhaled through his nose, apparently trying to keep control. “You better stop or I might come."

  "Isn't that the idea?"

  "I'm a gentleman who believes lady should go first.” With the husky words, he pulled back, tugged her free of her boots and then slid her jeans and panties to her ankles. On bended knee, he cupped her ass and nuzzled her mound.

  White light exploded behind Isobel's closed eyes. Her knees weakened with each delicious nip and she braced herself against Warner in order to keep from collapsing at his mercy.

  She had to regain control. Sucking in a sharp breath, she gathered enough power to pull one foot from her jeans and panties.

  Warner took the opportunity of her spreading her legs to dive deeper into her slick folds. Lust shot up her spine causing her to spring up on tip toes and push into his hot mouth. “Esto es la Gloria!"

  Warner laughed against her mound. “What?"

  "Don't stop.” She combed her nails into his thick hair.

  "Tell me what you said."

  Between clenched teeth she ordered, “Heaven. It's heaven. Don't stop."

  "Demanding aren't we?” His tongue darted and lapped at her clit.

  "Yes. Yes. That's it. Oh my—"

  Within seconds, Issy tensed under his hands. Her nails dug into his shoulders muscles and he felt her orgasm shudder through her.

  A minute later, her climax subsiding, she lowered from her toes.

  Warner took a final sip, traced his tongue up her belly, and twirled it around her belly button. As he rose, he teased her sensitive nipples with his teeth.

  She purred.

  Issy's head lolled back, exposing her long neck. Warner kissed her soft skin. Her wild pulse tingled against his lips.

  Pulling back, she lazily raised her head. He could spend forever staring into her dark serene pools, but he desperately wanted to make Issy his now. “Hmmm. Sweet."

  Desire had him on edge. Their kiss started softly, but she opened to him and Warner went wild tasting Issy. His lips crushed hers. His fingertips raked her soft skin. Escalating passion made their heartbeats one.

  Issy pulled back and the cool night air closed around him. “What's wrong?"

  "Your turn,” she said.

  Her pupils sparkled with desire. Warner's blood turned feverish knowing in just a few seconds he'd plunge into Issy. “One second."

  He turned out of her embrace.

  She grabbed his arm. “Where are you going?"

  "Nowhere.” He scooped up his jeans, pulled a couple foil packets from the pocket and held them up for her to see.

  Issy's brow arched. “You planned—"

  "No, I hoped.” Dropping all but one, he tore the foil, tossed it over his shoulder and rolled the condom over his shaft. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. “Prayed actually."

  "You did?"

  "From the moment I saw you."

  She slid her arms around his neck. “Finish what you started, Yankee."

  If he wore a Stetson, he'd have tipped it. “Yes, Ma'am."

  While their lips bonded, Warner picked her up with ease. Issy was a small bundle of lean muscle. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He stepped forward and braced her against the house. Slowly he eased his grip and she lowered. With one hand, Warner guided his shaft between her hot, slick folds. Feeling her tight muscles glove him, he let out a growl.

  He held Issy tight at the waist, afraid he might go off at her slightest movement.

  "Are you okay?” Issy stared at him.

  "I'm in heaven and enjoying it."

  She gripped his shoulders and pushed up. Her breasts crushed against his chest hair, sending bits of electric charges down to his hips. He reacted by spiking into her. The movement was too damn mind-blowing not to repeat again and again and again. Faster and faster, he pumped into Issy.

  He gritted his jaw, fighting for control, waiting for her release.

  Issy arched into him. Her muscles pulled at him and she cried out his name as she came apart.

  He gasped for air and let himself fly.

  A few moments later, Issy's head dropped to his shoulder. The night air chilled his feverish backside. He eased her weight against him and smoothed his hand along Issy's spine. Her warm silky skin comforted him in a way he'd never known.

  Would she invite him to stay the night? He wanted to kiss her, to hold her, to dive into her again and again. But mostly, he wanted to wake up and see her first thing in the morning.

  As if reading his mind, she mumbled into his ear. “Why don't we go inside and wash up. I'll make us something to eat and then, Yankee, you can do that all over again. If you're up to it."

  Her muscles contracted around his shaft, which reacted to her invitation by hardening again.

  "Did you get that?” He ran his tongue along her lips.

  She laughed. “The door is open."

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  Chapter Eleven

  Dawn glowed across their skin.

  Breathless, Isobel rolled off Warner and flopped onto the mattress. She'd pulled the sheet and it fell across him, low on his hips. Swiping her hair from her face, she admired his broad, glistening chest. They'd been at it all night. The man was a hell of a ride.

  Her gaze rose and met his devilish grin. “What?"

  "You,” he said as if catching his breath.

  The simple word caused her spine to stiffen. Was he making fun of her screams of ecstasy? He had cried out too. Or was he gloating over his virility and his conquest? She rolled onto her side, yanked the sheet to cover her bare breasts and faced off with him. “What about me?"

  "You're beautiful. Amazing.” He splayed his hand across his forehead and shook his head. “And, I've never done that before."

  Happiness grew inside Isobel and she chuckled at his outburst. “Shouldn't that be my line?"

  "That's not what I meant.” Under the sheet, he reached out and brushed her hip lightly. His rough fingertips against her hot skin set off afterglow tingles and sparked her desire all over again. How was that possible?

  Warner wasn't like any other man she'd known. He was...considerate. Each time they'd had sex, he'd made sure he blew her mind before climaxing himself. Yup, considerate was one word to describe him. Handsome, hung, virile, strong, with the stamina of a champion stallion. She just might want to see this man again. For the sex, of co
urse.

  She propped herself up on an elbow and stared into his dancing blue eyes. “So you've never done this before, this meaning jumping into bed with someone you barely know."

  "No—I mean yes."

  "Which is it?” She narrowed her eyes.

  Warner chuckled. “I've never had sex with anyone I didn't know. What I haven't done before was have sex outside in plain view of anyone.” He moved his hand out from under the sheet, reached up and twirled a lock of her hair between his fingers. “How can someone so soft be so firm at the same time?"

  Chills shimmied from the nape of her neck down her back as he played with the strand. “Don't change the subject. You've never gone to the drive-in, parked in the backseat of your car or taken a picnic run?"

  "Picnic run?"

  "Picnic with a blanket, no food.” She traced her fingernail along his breastbone through his corkscrew curls down to his bellybutton. Warner jolted, chortled and grabbed her hand. He was ticklish. She stored that bit of information to use later.

  "No, I never went on a picnic run. I did do the parking thing, but my high school girlfriend and I were inside the car, not outside, exposed."

  "Exposed.” She laughed. “So, I'm your first outdoor experience."

  "Yup."

  Issy pulled her hand from his. She stretched with her arm high and back and over her head, exposing the top portion of her left aureole. She'd become a fantasy maker. Feeling sexy, she grinned wickedly. “I love being first."

  She relaxed and Warner snatched her hand again. “I sensed that about you.” He held her gaze as he'd nibbled her fingertips between words. “Well, Ms. Trinidad, you came in first three times last night."

  "I did.” She arched her right brow curious over what other fantasies she'd made come true for him. “In the shower?"

  "No.” He shook his head. “Everyone has sex in the shower. That's a noted top ten fantasy."

  "You seem to know a lot about this topic."

  "It's a guy thing. I started studying the subject when I was about twelve, I guess."

  "That young?"

  "I matured early."

  "How did you study?"

  "You know. Girls in school, movies, magazines, the guys.” She pulled her hand free of his and circled his nipple with her finger and then flicked its hardened nub, making him jump.