To Tame a Wilde (Wilde in Wyoming)

by Terry, Kimberly Kaye

  She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she bit down hard on her lower lip, nearly drawing blood as her heartbeat pounded and her vagina throbbed.

  * * *

  The moment Nick’s fingers touched the core of her femininity he felt her clench and her body buck against his.

  He knew she was questioning the sanity of what he was doing to her. Knew it as though he were inside her mind, reading it.

  Just as he knew she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

  So responsive. She was so damn responsive.

  Playing with her was going to be an experience unlike any other....

  “Easy, baby...we’ve just begun.” He whispered the words from clenched teeth.

  His job to seduce her was becoming more and more difficult. He silently counted to ten as he continued to play, needing to keep his libido from going into overdrive. Although he knew it was too late for that; his cock was as hard as granite as it pressed against her back.

  They were both still fully clothed, and had only exchanged kisses...hot kisses, to be sure. Scalding-hot, make-his-dick-rock-hard kisses. But kisses nonetheless.

  And with any other woman he could kiss and caress until he had driven her wild with need, so that when it came time to press and stroke, it would take only a few hard driving pounds and he’d take his lover over the edge.

  Yet he knew it would take all of his considerable willpower to keep from coming himself before he got in her good.

  Damn.

  When he felt the sweet trickle of her cream against his fingers, he groaned against her neck. He brought her body closer to his, forced her nearer...his one hand lightly circling her throat.

  Not enough to hurt her.

  Just enough to claim her.

  She mewled low in her throat, a kittenish sound as her head lolled back against his chest. His fingers continued to toy and play with her, while he yanked her panties down far enough past her plump buttocks to give him access to her, but not far enough that she could move away.

  Captive.

  He needed this to last. He felt his shaft throb.

  He grit his teeth and with iron control forced his cock into submission.

  “Do you like what I’m doing to you, Sin?” he grunted, barely able to speak. Without giving her a chance to respond beyond a shaky nod of her head, he pressed his finger deep inside her clenching heat.

  * * *

  One lone...long finger. One teasing, tormenting finger was all it took.

  Deeper he delved, his finger easing inside her vagina, slowly, yet piercing it roughly. She bucked as heat surged through her body.

  “God, you’re so damn tight.”

  He added a second finger, easing it into her sex, and she cried out, her insides clenching and releasing against the hot, dual invasion, her entire body on fire.

  Warmth gushed out, partly easing his thrusting fingers as they slid deeper, teasing the inner walls, until he was knuckles-deep inside her.

  “Oooh, Nick...” The words were little more than a gush of sound as she felt even more of her own wetness ease from her body.

  She felt more than heard his groan against her neck. She was on fire for him. In the position she was in, turned away from him, she was glad for the privacy. The thought of making eye contact with him was one she couldn’t fathom. She knew in her eyes he would see her desperate need for him.

  “I need more, Sinclair.” His voice was rough. “So much more. I’m sorry...I can’t wait,” he said and before she knew it, he’d flipped her around, catching her off guard.

  She would have fallen onto the thick Persian rug had he not lifted her in his arms.

  With sure strides he strode with her across the vast room, and moments later she found herself bouncing on the bed.

  The room was impossibly dark, yet Sinclair could make out the shadowy figure of his big body as he turned away from the bed and bent to open a drawer nearby.

  She heard the sound of his zipper...releasing. The sound of ripping foil...unsheathing.

  “This won’t be...easy,” he promised, his voice so low and rough she moaned just from the gravelly sound. The more turned on he was, the more scratchy and rough his voice became. She never knew the sound of a man’s voice in need could do what his did to her.

  It was nearly unbearable; her need for him was high.

  “But I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

  When he lowered his body above hers, she felt more than saw him ease her panties down the rest of the way, lifting her as he removed them completely from her body.

  She was on fire for him, yet surprised at the way he’d carefully removed her panties. She’d feared he’d rip them from her.

  He laughed roughly and her eyes sought his in the dark.

  “They’re too pretty to rip,” he whispered hotly into her ear.

  The teasing way he said it, coupled with the fact that he’d read her mind, strangely brought a hot blush to her cheeks.

  She laughed with him, softly, intimately, in the dark.

  “Thanks...they’re my favorite,” she admitted softly.

  “Oh yeah?” he asked. “I like them, too. Peach looks pretty against your golden skin,” he said huskily.

  Although the words were negligible, and shouldn’t have turned her on, they did.

  God, everything the man said...everything he did, turned her on.

  “Thank you,” she said and felt the blush creep again along her skin. The soft pillow talk was the kind that was strangely intimate.

  Something lovers said to one another that shouldn’t be hot, but damn if it wasn’t.

  She inhaled a deep breath as he nosed his face against the side of her neck. She turned her head against the soft, silk-covered pillow. His unique scent was on the pillow, as well.

  She felt her essence as it eased down her center.

  The scent of him was surrounding her, containing her within a sensual box.

  She lay back further on the bed as he followed her down, his body blanketing hers.

  When he hitched her leg up to wrap around his waist, she inhaled a startled breath.

  When she felt the press of his shaft at her entry she exhaled the pent-up breath in one long whoosh of air.

  She swallowed. When he’d held her close she’d felt the length of his erection, but now, unrestrained and sheathed, she knew it to be thicker and longer than she’d thought.

  One part of her was afraid to feel it...to touch it and gauge the true length and girth, knowing he was well endowed and worried about him fitting inside her. The other part of her was eager to feel his weight in her hand. She decided that she’d wait to feel it inside her.

  “But first, let me make sure you’re ready for me,” he said, his voice low, so low it was a deep gravelly sound, sensually abrasive against her nerve endings.

  When she felt the press of one lone, thick finger slowly invading her heat, she inhaled yet another deep steadying breath. He added a second finger. Slowly he pressed inside her, until he was to the second knuckle.

  “Oooh,” she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper, and he paused.

  He lowered his head and pressed his mouth close to her ear. “Baby...are you okay? God, you’re so tight even on my finger,” he said, the intimate words brushing against her skin.

  She swallowed and nodded her head. Although he’d pressed inside her moments before, this time he’d added a second finger. “It’s...been a while. That’s all,” she said, feeling her cheeks heat at the words.

  “I’ll be gentle with you. I want this to be good for you,” he said.

  His words, plus the feel of his thick finger swirling around her clitoris, not only helped to calm her, but brought forth a renewed moisture from her body as it prepared itself for him.r />
  She’d been intimate with men before. But she’d broken up with her last boyfriend soon after law school after realizing he’d only been with her because of her connection with the wealthy Wildes. After that stinging realization she’d thrown herself fully into work.

  Love...sex, had been the furthest thing from her mind.

  Until she’d met Nick.

  Chapter 18

  He leaned over to capture her mouth with his.

  The kiss he gave her was long, hot and sensual.

  Whimpering, Sinclair’s tongue came out to meet his. Dueling, lapping and suckling each other, it was one of the most erotic kisses she’d ever had.

  He reached a hand up and placed it around the base of her neck, tugging her mouth closer to his. He slanted his head for a better angle, his tongue growing more insistent...aggressive...as it laid siege to her mouth.

  “Oh, God, your lips taste so good...so sweet,” he growled when he finally broke the connection with her mouth.

  With one final twirl of his talented fingers against her blood-thickening bud, he slowly withdrew from her clenching sheath.

  “How are you doing, baby?” he asked.

  The question seemed even more intimate voiced in the dark room with nothing but the overhead moon shining through the skylight above to cast shaded illumination.

  “I’m...I’m okay,” she said, finally able to speak.

  “Good, then you’ll feel even better, soon....”

  Before she’d had time to catch the meaning of his sexy promise, he’d eased his big body down onto hers, lifted her legs up and away from where he’d wrapped them around his waist, draped them over his shoulders and moved his head between her parted thighs.

  “Nick...?” she questioned, her heart thumping harshly out of control in her chest. Was he going to...?

  Her back arched sharply off the soft comforter and a cry tumbled from her lips with the first stroke of his tongue against her folds.

  She felt his fingers as they separated her lips, felt the heat of his breath as he blew it, softly, against her heated center.

  “Ohhhh...” She let out a soft, low moan when finally she felt his tongue, thick, rough, as he lapped once from the end of her cleft to the tip of her clit.

  She held her breath, keeping it held, as she waited.

  Her wait wasn’t long. He dragged her pulsing bud into his mouth and lightly toyed with it.

  “Nick...” His name was a husky moan of pure bliss.

  He suckled her, delivering low licks and hot sensual glides of his tongue against her until she felt every nerve ending on fire. Her head tossed back and forth, her body grinding against his face.

  “You like that, huh, baby?” He growled the question/statement against her mound, his voice so low and throaty she could barely make out the words.

  “Hmm, yesssssss,” she breathed. Her body was on fire. She squirmed around his talented tongue, whimpering when her soft cries elicited a deep male chuckle, one that rumbled and vibrated against her lips as he continued his sensual assault.

  On and on he...played with her. He used tongue, lips and thick fingers to toy with her, making the most intimate type of love until Sinclair felt her orgasm hovering, threatening to break.

  She pried her eyes open and looked down at him. His dark head between her thighs was such an intimate visual she closed her eyes again, her body slumping back against the thick comforter.

  His mouth fastened one last time on her clit, his tongue giving one final stroke, and she went over the edge.

  Her body lifted and she reached down, grasped the sides of his face and lightly ground into him, unable to do anything else, the moment overtaking her as she gloried in the feel of his tongue.

  * * *

  As she ground against him, her soft hands on either side of his face, Nick felt his own orgasm hovering.

  Damn!

  He’d always enjoyed pleasuring a woman in this way, but as much as he had enjoyed it in the past, it was nothing compared to what he felt now.

  She was so responsive, so damn responsive.

  He’d only meant to prepare her for his invasion. After pressing a finger inside her warmth he’d soon realized that although she was not a virgin, her experience had been limited.

  His cock had gone hard to granite-hard in 2.2 seconds.

  And when he’d felt her dew cover his fingers, he’d had to taste it. The smell, taste and feel of her all added up to turning his world upside down.

  It was then he knew that he had to take her over the edge. He wanted to see her when she orgasmed, wanted to experience it with her. He knew that once he was inside her, taking his pleasure from her beautiful, sexy little body, he wouldn’t be able to think beyond the feel of her.

  He watched through half-closed lids as her orgasm swept over her.

  She was a beautiful woman. God, she was so beautiful.

  He felt something beyond his cock react. A sharp pang hit him so hard in the chest he nearly moved off her and clutched his heart.

  God...what was she doing to him?

  When she finally lay limp, her head on the pillow, her eyes closed, he reached down and made sure the condom was still on his cock.

  Rising, he covered her, lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist.

  “I think you’re ready for me now, baby,” he whispered, the words barely recognizable even to his own ears.

  A soft smile spread her pretty little bow-shaped lips apart. “Yeah...”

  He would have laughed a masculine laugh of satisfaction at the look on her face, knowing he was the one to put it there. His cock, if possible, hardened even more.

  “I’ll try to go easy on you,” he said huskily.

  Her eyes snapped opened when he began to press inside her.

  He knew, without ego, he was large. And she was so damn small.

  He’d have to ease inside her, take his time—

  The thought cut off the moment she clamped down on his shaft, her walls milking him the minute he entered.

  He bit off a curse and grasped both of her wrists within his hand, lifting them and bringing them above her body

  The action brought her small breasts together and his hot gaze centered on them.

  “Ohhhh.” The distressful little cries were wrought from her lips, yet he pressed on.

  “Just hold on, baby, it’ll be okay,” he promised roughly.

  Unable to resist the temptation of her pretty brown breasts with their tight, perky, dark wine cherry-topped nipples, he bent and brought one into his mouth and sucked.

  Hard.

  At the same time he pressed all the way home, deep inside her tight and clenching walls, until he felt his balls tap against the soft underside of her butt.

  “Nick!”

  He took one of her breasts within his mouth, and with his free hand, palmed the other. Perfect.

  She was perfect in every way.

  Her breast, although small, was big enough to spill over his hand cupped beneath it. He tugged on her nipple, groaning when she began to grind against him in sexual excitement.

  As he suckled one breast, the hand that held its twin pinched and massaged the other, before alternating, his mouth giving up the connection with one only to transfer its attention to the other.

  “Nick. Nick. Nick... Nick...” she cried in little whimpers as he made love to her curvy body.

  Her tight little squirms, mewls of sexual distress and overall feel of her body against his was one he feared would make him end their lovemaking way before he wanted to.

  “Baby, please... Stop. Moving. Just for a minute.” He grunted the words, the admission torn from him as he dragged his mouth from her sweet breasts.

  He was afraid if she co
ntinued to move the way she was, it would be over in a stroke or two.

  She felt incredible. Perfect for him.

  It had been very taut pressing in, and she fit him tighter than any woman ever had. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

  For the first time in his adult life, he resented the use of the condom he’d automatically donned. Although he knew it was a necessary evil, he wanted to feel her naked on his shaft.

  He doubted he would have lasted longer than a few strokes if they hadn’t used one.

  If anything, that imagery immediately made him even harder. He shoved the notion away.

  No time for any thoughts beyond the way he felt, balls deep, inside her sweet warm center.

  “So damn good... Feel so good, baby.” He knew his words were barely intelligible, but at the moment he was damn near beyond human speech.

  He bent and captured her lips with his. He kissed her slowly, passionately, the connection he felt with her unlike any he’d ever felt with another.

  He released her hands and allowed her to let them drop to the bed.

  One arm reached behind him to stroke against the soft skin of her thigh where her legs were wrapped around his waist. Although she felt good like that, her legs wrapped around his waist, he wanted to go even deeper inside her. He needed a different angle to penetrate her in the way he wanted...the way he needed.

  It was almost a desperate need to reach as far into her as he could. Until they melded so tightly it was impossible to tell where one left off and the other began.

  He wanted to breathe inside her.

  If possible, his cock grew longer, harder, at the thought.

  He deftly untangled her legs from their position, and in one smooth move, pushed them up and to the side, so that her beautiful body was spread out in front of him, her legs to either side of his as he began to stroke inside her sweetness.

  “You feel so good, so good. This is the real deal,” he grunted. His breathing grew ragged as he held her legs apart to receive him as he plunged deep inside her body.

  He took her with a gentleness he was far from feeling, trying his best to hold back, fearing if he took her the way he wanted, he’d hurt her.