His footsteps receded, but he’d broken the spell. Lily took a deep breath. “As I said, I can handle it now. Thanks for all your help.”
Ty nodded and backed out of the room. Laughter lurked in his eyes, and his lips curved into a soft smile. He closed the door behind him.
Lily took off her robe and went into the bathroom. There she removed her gown and socks, then kicked her slippers aside. Sinking into the warm water felt like heaven. She leaned her head against the high back of the old tub.
Yes, Sir, Mr. Ty Terrell was very dangerous to her heart’s well-being. She almost hoped he’d get angry again. With his anger between them she could keep herself from caring. Well, from caring too much. She had a feeling Ty knew just what to do to get around her defenses.
Outside the window, big snowflakes fell rapidly. Being snowed in with Ty could be exciting. Did she have the nerve to accept his next tempting offer? She had no doubt, once he’d made up his mind, he wouldn’t give up easily.
Chapter Four
Ty paced the floor downstairs. He couldn’t get the thought of Lily in the tub out of his mind. His cock was so hard it ached. Once he’d pushed his anger aside, the desire he’d been denying forged forward.
What was it about her? She wasn’t anything like Candice in looks or personality. Candice had grown up on a farm. She knew how to ride, rope a calf, plant a garden. They were equal partners all the way. There was nothing fragile about her, until the end. Had she done too much during the pregnancy? Damn, he couldn’t keep second-guessing himself forever.
He flopped into a chair and raked his hand through his hair. He was tired. Tired of beating himself up, of being angry at the world. Being angry took a lot of energy.
Lily looked as fragile as the flower she’d been named after, and as delicately beautiful. Her scent drew him to her. He wanted to taste her creamy skin, touch her lush curves, and sink into her hot, moist pussy. Jumping up, he took long strides to his office and stopped at the door.
What the hell? His cluttered desktop had disappeared. In its place was a wide, polished working space. The room smelled of lemon furniture polish and cinnamon and apple. His gaze went around the room until he found the pot of potpourri. White curtains hung at his wide window, crisp and clean. All his books had been neatly put away. The wood floor shone in the overhead light and from the sun coming in the window.
Hesitantly he stepped inside and walked around his desk, past the bookcases and fireplace to where his old leather lounge chair sat. Even it had been cleaned. The room didn’t feel like his anymore. He wanted to go outside and stomp back, throwing mud and water across her perfect floor. A strong desire to throw the neatly stacked papers across the shiny desk surface hit him. His mother would describe his reaction as having a petulant temper tantrum. An unwilling smile curved his mouth.
Little Lily had braved the lion’s den. Mom hadn’t had the courage to touch a thing in his office. Perhaps there was more to sweet Lily than met the eye. He intended to find out and have fun in the process.
“Do you like it?” A soft voice spoke from behind him.
He whirled around. She’d dressed in her fluffy pink housecoat with matching slippers. Her hair was piled on top of her head and held by a large clasp. She looked sweet enough to eat.
“What are you doing downstairs?”
“I’m much better. The warm bath helped my aches and pains. I was hungry and thought you’d left.”
“Go back to bed. I’ll bring you a tray.”
“No. I’m not an invalid.” She turned and started to the kitchen.
Ty swooped her up into his arms and carried her to the kitchen table, setting her in a chair. “I’ll fix you a meal.”
Her eyes followed his movements as he pulled bacon out of the fridge and started it cooking in the frying pan. Next he rinsed a tomato, got lettuce out of the crisper, and began to make bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwiches for them.
“Hot chocolate or coffee?”
“Hot tea would be good. I’m not a coffee drinker. Did your mother teach your brothers and you to cook?”
“Oh yes. We can cook a full meal, if we have to.”
“You didn’t answer my question. Do you like your office?”
“Doesn’t seem much like mine anymore. A man likes a little clutter.”
“A little? You had magazines stacked from two years ago.”
“I was going to read them one of these days.” He darted a glance at her. “You didn’t throw them away?”
“I wanted to, but I didn’t. They’re in a box in your closet.”
He flipped the bacon and heated the water for tea. “When we’re snowed in for days, I catch up on my reading.”
“It must not have snowed last year then, because as I said, you had magazines over two years old in that stack.”
“Did you mess with the finances? I guess you have them arranged so fancy I’ll never be able to understand what’s what.”
“I see your ornery mood has returned. You ought to at least say thank you that I saved you from dying of dust-filled lungs.”
Ty tried to hold the laugh in, but lost the battle.
“What was that?” Lily leaned forward. “Is the world coming to an end? Ty Terrell just laughed. Turn around. I want to see if your face cracked.”
That did it. He grabbed her out of the chair and kissed her mouth hard, then softer as she responded by putting her arms around his neck and leaning her body into his hard frame. Her skin was as soft as he’d dreamed, and her scent made him drunk with desire. She ran her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, and her tight nipples drilled into his chest.
“How hungry are you?” he asked.
Her sultry brown eyes stared into his. “Very.”
Picking her up, he whirled her around to the stove. “Turn it off.” She reached the knobs and clicked each to the off position. Then he took quick steps out to the stairs and up to her room. He kicked the door shut. No one was going to interrupt this time. When he let her down, her body slid against him.
He cupped her face in his hands and ran his tongue across her lips. She opened her mouth, and his tongue swept inside. She tasted like honey, sweet nectar. Her hand ran across his chest, down over his hard abdomen, under his waistband and wrapped around his hard dick.
“Feel how hot and hard I am for you. I want to bury my cock in your sweet pussy.”
* * * *
His raw words heightened her desire. Her heart was pounding and the familiar coil of desire had tightened. His cock pulsed in her hand as he ravished her mouth. The feel of his hard body made her want to tear his clothes off and have his bare skin against hers. She’d never felt this heightened sexually, never knew she was capable of desiring a man to this degree.
Ty pulled back and untied the belt holding her robe together. He pushed it off her shoulders and left her standing in her flannel nightgown.
“No fair, if you remove an item of mine, I get to remove one of yours.” She undid the buttons to his shirt, exposing a broad chest with a scattering of light brown hair narrowing into an arrow at the waist of his jeans. He let his shirt fall to the floor.
“My turn.” He lifted the hem of her gown and in one movement had it up and off. “Ah, lovely.” His warm hands covered her breasts. He leaned forward and kissed her mouth, then along her neck. His tongue made teasing circles as he moved to the juncture between neck and shoulder. “You do taste like sugar candy.” His took a nip at her shoulder, and then rubbed his tongue gently over the spot. All the while his thumbs rubbed and lightly pinched her sensitive nipples. A shudder of pleasure flowed across her body.
She unfastened his belt buckle. Then slowly she lowered his zipper and pushed his jeans down. His cock sprang out straight in front of her. Impulsively, she leaned down and licked the salty drop glistening on the head of his cock. Ty groaned and she took him into her mouth. His hands cupped her head. Holding him tight, she sucked on his long cock, moving her head to take him all in and t
hen slowly pulling back. Her pussy tingled, and moisture wet her tiny bikini panties.
“Wait.” He wrapped his hands around her arms and pulled her up. “I want to come this first time in you.” He curled his finger in her panties and yanked them down. “Step out of them.”
He sank on the bed and pulled his boots and jeans off. Then he faced her.
He was beautiful, all taut muscles, tan skin, long legs. His masculine scent enticed her to touch and taste him. His eyes had darkened to almost black. A pulse beat in his cheek, his mouth held firm, his jaw clenched.
“I want you so bad. I’m going to explode if I don’t bury myself inside you soon.” He picked up his jeans and took a condom package out of his pocket.
Lily eyed the condom and him. “You are always prepared?”
His gaze connected with hers. “Always. There are two things I don’t intend to ever do again. One, marry, and two, have a child. You need to know all I can offer is a fling while you’re here.”
She licked her dry lips and saw the light flash in his dark eyes. “When I leave, that’s it?”
“Correct.” He held his gaze steady and took a deep breath. “If you can’t accept those terms, we need to stop now.”
“Can you stop?” She moved against him and took hold of his rigid cock. Her finger ran around the edge of the crown. She watched his expression and saw him close his eyes briefly. He swallowed.
“I have to stop if you can’t deal with what I’m offering.”
The silence went on and on as they stared at each other. Finally, taking a deep breath and mentally crossing her fingers, Lily said, “Fine. I’m not very experienced. You can teach me. Then when I meet the right man, the one who will love me and marry me, I’ll know how to satisfy him.”
Her words hung in the air around them. For answer, he picked her up and put her on the bed. He lay beside her. His mouth ravished hers, taking, demanding. His hands, rougher now, ran along her body, kneading, rubbing, and caressing. His lips followed. He suckled her breasts while his fingers found her hidden spot and rubbed her nub. Her body was on fire for him. She moaned and tossed her head.
In a quick move, he went down on her. His mouth covered her nub and his fingers slipped into her wet pussy. She raised her lower body to meet him and ran her fingers through his silky hair.
He licked the moisture from her pussy lips. His teeth razed across her overly sensitized nub.
“I can’t stand much more. Go in me, now,” she pleaded.
Ty laughed and continued to move his fingers in and out, to lick her most sensitive spot. With one hand he massaged her breast and then pinched her nipple. Waves of heat and pleasure swelled inside her. She screamed her release. Ty put his cock at her opening and plunged inside her hot, wet pussy. Her inner muscles wrapped around him and clenched tight. Another orgasm, harder than the first, swept over her.
Moving in and out rapidly, he pushed hard against her womb and yelled out his release. He held there as she pulsed around him. She moved harder against him and couldn’t believe when another flow of aching pleasure starting at her feet rolled across her body. She bucked against him, draining him of all he could give.
Ty bent his forehead to hers. Their chests heaved against each other. He rolled to her side, and then off the bed.
She watched stunned as he went to the bathroom, came back shortly, threw on his clothes, and strode to the door. He stopped for a second to look back at her.
“That was lesson one.” He went out and slammed the door behind him.
“Damn you,” she screamed after him. She fell back on her pillow and cried until there couldn’t be any moisture left in her body.
Lily had agreed to his terms hoping once they’d been together he’d change his mind. Obviously, she’d made a wrong calculation. But she didn’t intend to give up. She knew it was too late to turn back. Her heart already belonged to him. It had from the start. Only she’d been able to fool herself until he made love to her.
He’d almost run out of the room. Perhaps Ty wasn’t as unaffected as he’d like her to think. She wanted him, and she was going to fight him for his heart. She planned on winning.
* * * *
Ty stopped in the kitchen long enough to clean up. His mom would have his hide if he ever left her kitchen any way but neat.
After he left the house, he walked around to the back of his cabin where he’d stacked wood to be split for the fireplace. He picked up the ax and swung. Hard physical labor might help erase that last tempting image of Lily, but he expected it had been seared into his brain.
Rosy lips swollen from his rough kisses had taunted him. Her dewy skin glowed, lush breasts with cherry nipples still heaved from her rapid breaths, and golden hair fell in soft curls over her shoulders, caressing the soft mounds. At the juncture of her thighs, her light hair glistened with moisture. It had taken every ounce of his determination and energy to get out of that room. Every cell in his body screamed go back, take her again. His unruly cock still pulsed with the desire to be back in her hot, wet pussy.
He stopped cutting wood and took off his jacket. The work and his thoughts had his body heat turned to boiling. Teach her, she’d said. Lessons to help her pleasure her future husband. She was naturally sexy. Her body melted against his. His body wanted to claim her for all time, but his mind knew better. He couldn’t marry again. The fear of losing love was too great, too painful. He’d enjoy her now and let her go in the spring.
“You cutting wood for this winter and the next?” Dirk had come up behind him.
“Maybe. What about it?”
Dirk shook his head, waved, and walked on toward his cabin. “As I said, you have it bad.”
Ty straightened. “What do you mean?”
“Buddy, if you can’t figure that out, then me telling you won’t help.” Dirk strode on his way.
“Shit.” Ty wiped his face with his bandanna. He’d go riding on Night Star. Somehow he had to release the tension in his muscles. Get rid of the desire boiling through his veins. He’d thought one time with her would cure him. It hadn’t helped a bit.
* * * *
Lily heard the ax pounding, and then silence. She’d showered, made her bed, and come downstairs to a clean kitchen.
She made herself a cup of tea and toast. After rinsing her cup and saucer, she took out a roast she had put in the refrigerator last night to defrost. Peeling potatoes and carrots relaxed her somewhat. She turned on the oven and waited for it to reach the proper temperature then put the roast and vegetables in to cook for dinner.
Ty’s office door stood open. She’d gathered he wasn’t real pleased about her cleanup job. Tough. She started up his computer and went to work on his horrible filing system. The terminology was unfamiliar, having never worked on a ranch, but gradually the words began to make sense. Painstakingly she worked on each detail, cleaning files that had become a mixture, and making new files and spreadsheets as needed.
The ringing phone brought her head up. “Hello?”
“You haven’t left yet?” Moira’s voice came across the line.
“I’m sorry. I meant to call, but I had a minor accident trying to get to town and had to see the doctor.”
“Oh, my gosh! Are you all right?
“No serious injuries. Some bruises and aches, but I’ll be fine by tomorrow. Look, why don’t I plan on visiting you in the spring when the weather is better, and I can get out of here?”
“Sounds good. I was looking forward to your visit.”
“How’s the painting going?”
“I’ve sold several. The shop is doing well.”
“Great. I’ll keep in touch.”
“You’d better. And I never said, but I’m real sorry about what happened with your dad. You know you can stay with me whenever, and as long as you need,” Moira said.
“Thank you. See you when the snow thaws.” She hung up hearing Moira laughing.
“Planning to leave so soon?” Ty leaned against the doorfram
e. He’d removed his jacket, and his shirt molded across his hard chest. His long, lean legs were encased in old, faded jeans, his hair mussed from his hands raking through it. He looked handsome and dangerous with a glint in his eyes. Her breath caught.
“A possible candidate for a husband?” He nodded toward the phone.
“Not hardly. Moira is a friend from college.”
“Why didn’t you go stay with her?”
“I don’t know. Your mother offered. I guess I was confused and frightened and grabbed at the first lifeline thrown at me. I should have. Then you wouldn’t be bothered by me.”
He sauntered to her side. The smell of fresh air and man surrounded him. His fingers brushed her hair off her face and trailed down her neck.
“Your pulse is rapid, your face flushed, and I smell your desire. Shall we return to the bedroom?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” her mind shouted. But she forced different words out of her mouth. “One lesson a day will be enough.”
His eyes burned into hers. Leaning down, he brushed his lips across her mouth. “Whatever you say, darlin’. But I’m going to make you regret that statement.”
Her pussy clenched and unclenched. She wanted him with every fiber of her being, but she didn’t want a fling. She wanted him to marry her. If that meant fighting the raging desire flooding her insides, so be it.
Ty turned and went out the door without looking back. Her legs were so weak, she hung onto the countertop. She’d won this round. However, she had a long way to go before winning the whole battle. If that was possible.
Chapter Five
Lily had eaten alone. Neither Ty nor Dirk came around at dinnertime. She’d gone to bed early, took a pill for her aching muscles, and had slept soundly.
Outside this morning, the snow blanketed the ground. But no new snow had fallen. The sun tried to peek from between the clouds. She’d slept late, until ten, dressed, had breakfast, and then went to work in the office. Her spirits rose as she worked. She liked to be useful. A noise had her glancing to the doorway.
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