“Roark,” she whispered as a shiver, not from the chill of the water, ran through her.
“I shouldn’t...”
“Yes, you should.” She ran her hands up his chest and then tangled them into the wet hair at his nape to pull him to her.
“Priscilla,” he murmured with his lips hovering above hers then he pressed his lips to hers and groaned deep in his throat when she touched her tongue to his. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her tight against him.
Her legs encircled his hips hooking behind him and she smiled against his lips when she ran her hands down his back to his ass, and dug her nails in. “Do you know what I want to do?”
“God, please let it be the same thing I want,” he said against her neck.
“I want to bite this,” she said while squeezing the firm flesh of his ass.
Roark laughed. “Not quite what I had in mind but turnabout is fair play.”
“Kiss me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He lowered his head and took her lips in a hard deep kiss then spoke softly against her mouth. “I want you. It may be wrong but I can’t help myself.”
Pulling back, she stared into his eyes and arched her hips against him. “I would think the colder water would keep things—down.”
“I’m surprised the water around us isn’t boiling as hot as you’re making me.”
“Let’s get out of here,” she said against his neck then she nipped his skin making him hiss in a breath.
“You took the words right out of my mouth.” Roark turned and walked toward the bank while she kept her legs wrapped around him. She nibbled on his earlobe making him shudder and couldn’t resist giggling a bit at his reaction. When he reached the edge of the water, he stepped up onto the bank but the next thing she knew, they were falling.
THE MINUTE ROARK STEPPED onto the bank he knew he was going to fall. His foot slipped in the mud and the only thing he could think to do was toss her into the grass but it happened so fast that he fell, taking her with him, and landed on top of her. He heard her grunt when they hit the ground.
“Are you all right,” he asked as he raised his head to look down at her. She lay there with her hands covering her face. Worried, he’d hurt her, he pulled her hands away only to see her wearing a big grin, and her eyes squeezed shut. When she opened them, she looked up at him, and then howled with laughter.
“How...how romantic,” she said between guffaws but then laughed louder.
Roark joined in her laughter and rolled off her. “It’s a good thing you broke my fall or I might have damaged something.”
Priscilla laughed. “Did you leave an indent in the mud?”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He rolled toward her again, pushing down the laughter. “Seriously, are you all right? I’m no lightweight and I remember it hurting when you fell on me. I probably have a hundred pounds on you. I think your gracefulness has rubbed off on me.”
“No, you didn’t hurt me. I’m just glad I landed more on my back than on my ass.”
Roark shook his head and pushed to his feet then put his hand out for her to take. She ran her eyes down his body and they lingered on his dick.
“Hey, my eyes are up here,” he said.
“Yeah, but this view is great.” She stood, reached out her hand, and he jumped back in reaction.
“Get dressed then we’ll head back,” he snapped without thinking.
Her big green eyes blinked up at him then she looked away, and seemed to hesitate before walking to where her clothes rested on a log. Damn it. He hadn’t meant to snap at her that way but what had almost happened, should never even have started. His clumsiness was a sign that it wasn’t meant to happen. It wasn’t that he didn’t find her attractive, he did. In fact, he thought her breathtakingly beautiful but he didn’t need the hassle. She’d be going back to California soon enough and he’d be going back on the road. It would never work so why try. He’d tried a long distance relationship once and it had ended in disaster. No way would he go down that path again.
He strode over to his clothes and picked up his towel, dried off then pulled his jeans on, picked up his shirt and tossed it over his shoulder. He picked his boots up and waited for her while she dressed behind a bush. When she finally came out fully dressed, she wouldn’t look at him.
Blowing out a breath, he knew what he had to do.
“I’m sorry, Priscilla. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
“So why did you?”
“Because I let my dick rule my head, and I shouldn’t have. Nothing can come of this. You live in California and I travel too much, and when I retire, it will be here in Spring City.”
“Did I ask you to marry me, Callahan?”
Roark blinked and shook his head. “No, but I’m––”
“Not looking for a relationship?” She interjected, and he nodded. “Maybe I’m not either, Roark, did you ever think of that? I don’t see why we can’t enjoy each other while I’m here. I promise I won’t ask for a proposal before I leave.”
Roark tipped his head down and ran his hand around the back of his neck. She was something else and maybe she was right. What harm could it do as long as they both knew going in that it would end when she left for home? He wanted her more than he’d wanted any other woman, so why deny himself. She wanted him and was making no bones about it so why the hell not just go for it? He hadn’t had sex in almost a month and he was damn horny.
He raised his head and looked at her. “You promise?”
Her lips twitched as she tried not to smile. “Yes, as long as you don’t expect one either.”
He dropped his boots then strode to her and cupped her face in his hands.
“Deal, darlin’,” he said, lowering his lips to hers and kissed her until she knew she’d been thoroughly kissed. Then they picked up their shoes and headed for the tent. When he reached the opening, he turned to look at Snowy.
“Sorry, boy...you’re staying out here.”
Chapter Six
Taking her hand in his, he led her to the opening in the tent then nodded for her to enter before crawling in behind her. He had to have this woman and if it was his downfall, then so be it. However, he had a feeling it would be worth it. He crawled inside to see her on her knees staring at him.
“You sure about this?” he asked.
“Very sure. It’s...well, it’s been a while for me.”
“Same here.”
“Bullshit, Roark.” She sat back on her heels and placed her hands on her hips.
“It’s the truth. It’s been almost a month.”
Priscilla burst out laughing. “Almost a month? A whole month...so you think that’s a while, huh? Try a year.”
“A year? Well, I hope I don’t let you down then,” he said with a grin.
Getting to her knees again, she moved closer to him until she was able to wrap her arms around his neck.
“I seriously doubt that.” She leaned forward and took his bottom lip between her teeth making him groan. She grinned at him making his dick twitch.
“I have to have you now or I might not make it out of my jeans.”
She reached between them, unsnapped his jeans and lowered the zipper then snaked her hand inside to wrap around his cock, and as if it hadn’t already been fully awake, it sprang to life so hard it was almost painful. Roark couldn’t stop the groan that escaped him as she squeezed his dick. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and eased her hand away.
“Keep that up and it’ll be over before it begins. Lie down,” he told her.
Priscilla lay down and looked up at him with those amazing green eyes. He settled in beside her and ran his hand down her stomach to the bottom of her T-shirt then lifted it off over her head. The black demi-cup bra she was wearing barely contained her breasts. He swallowed hard then looked into her eyes as he unhooked the front clasp and her breasts fell free. Lowering his head, he took a nipple into his mouth and suckled making it harden into a stiff peak. He
rubbed the pad of his thumb over the other one then switched breasts. Her fingers clutched fistfuls of his hair making him think that she could pull it out by the roots, and he wouldn’t care right now. He slowly moved his hand down her flat belly to the top of her pants then slid his hand inside and into her panties to her curls. He slipped one finger down along her slit and rubbed it up and down. Her gasp and moans that followed were setting him on fire, and she was already wet. He stroked her clitoris with his thumb and she arched against his hand. Her breathing became heavier and a flush moved across her cheeks. She bit her lip then cried out when she came. She opened her eyes and looked at him.
“God! That was so good,” she said between deep breaths.
“Just getting started, darlin’,” he said with a grin.
Roark pushed her jeans down her legs then tugged them off and tossed them aside. Slowly, he began moving up her legs, kissing his way to his destination. He looked at her strip of curls and couldn’t wait to taste the treasure they hid. His cock was so hard he ached but he was determined to savior her and go over every inch of her. Licking his lips, he ran his tongue over her thigh then switched to the other one. Spreading her legs, he pressed a kiss at the top of her mound and glanced up at her. She was watching him, her eyes dark with arousal. He grinned against her curls then moved his tongue down into her curls and ran it between her slit. He grinned again when she hissed in a breath. Moving his hands under her butt, he lifted her up then sucked on her clitoris.
“Oh, God! Roark...please,” she begged with a moan.
“I plan on it, sweetheart,” he said against her flesh then continued what he was doing. It wasn’t long before her breathing increased then she screamed when she came again, pulling his hair so hard, he was sure he’d have a few bald spots when they finished.
Moving away from her, he shucked his jeans and grabbed a condom from his wallet and sheathed himself then settled between her legs again.
“Still sure?” he asked.
“Yes, damn it. Would you just do it?”
Roark laughed then thrust into her making her gasp. Her legs wrapped around his waist then she groaned not in desire, but what appeared to be pain and dropped her legs.
“Roark, this hurts my ass. Roll over.” She pushed at his shoulders so he rolled to his back then she straddled him and slowly lowered herself down over him. They both moaned as she settled onto him.
“Does this hurt you? I don’t want to hurt you.” He groaned when she lifted herself then slid down again.
“No, this doesn’t hurt, trust me...it feels so good. You feel so good.”
He pulled himself up into more of a sitting position with her on his lap and kissed her. “You feel good too...but you need to move faster. I want it fast and hard. It’s been too long,” he whispered against her mouth.
“Too long? Almost a month is nothing. I need to make this last to make up for the year I haven’t had sex at all. Damn, Roark Callahan, you are one hung cowboy, and I don’t even like cowboys.”
Roark laughed. “You like this cowboy though...so move, damn it.”
Priscilla threw her head back and laughed then squealed when he rolled her to her back, got onto his knees, sat back on his heels and lifted her up so that the back of her thighs rested on the tops of his. She lay stretched out and open to him with her legs wrapped around his torso.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he said. “I have to do this.” He growled low in his throat as he continued to pound into her.
“Yes, oh yes. Harder,” she pleaded then gasped when he picked up the pace. She lifted her hips in rhythm with his. Her hands reached above her head and grabbed onto the blanket covering the tent floor.
“Now, Priscilla. Now,” he groaned as he came. She cried out his name as she followed him over the edge then he leaned over her hot, breathless body and buried his face in her neck. “Damn that was good.”
“Yes. Best ever. I might have to do that proposal after all,” she said, laughing.
Roark laughed along with her at her joke. “If it’s always that good, I might beat you to it.”
“Will you sleep in here with me tonight?”
“No, but you can if you want or you can sleep with me in the sleeping bags. We can zip them together and sleep under the stars.”
“No...I’m too afraid to be out in the open.”
“You think you’re safer in here if a bear wants in?”
“You’re scaring me,” she whispered.
“I’m not trying to scare you, darlin’...just being realistic. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”
“All right.”
Roark stretched out, pulling her back against him. “Let’s eat. I seem to have worked up an appetite.”
“Me too.” She sat up and reached for her clothes. He watched her as she started to dress. He liked watching her do most anything.
Roark pulled his jeans on and then his T-shirt. After tugging on his socks, he pulled her close and kissed her forehead then crawled out of the tent. Once outside, he pulled his boots on then went about making a fire. He lit the kindling then added logs.
Soon the flames reached for the sky. The logs crackled as the fire wrapped around them and the smell of burning wood filled the air. Roark ran his hand down his face and looked to the tent. Damn! That had been the best sex he’d ever had and as much as he hated to admit it, he’d had more than his fair share of women. Being on the circuit, buckle bunnies were there for the taking and he’d taken quite a few. He glanced up when she emerged from the tent and he already wanted her again. She looked his way and gave him a shy smile then walked over to where he sat and took a seat on the log beside him. He watched her as she rubbed Snowy’s ears.
“Are you all right? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“If you did, I don’t remember. Roark, that was...” She waved her hand around.
“Yeah, I know.” He moved closer to her and took her hand in his then kissed the palm. “Fantastic doesn’t seem to cover it.”
“I know. It was worth the wait.”
“It was worth no sex for a year?” he teased.
“Oh yeah, and I’ll be waking you up later.”
Roark groaned making her laugh. “Just let me rest in between, okay?”
“Of course.” She laid her head on his shoulder.
“I need to get some more wood so I can keep the fire going all night. It will get chilly up here.”
A howl ripped through the air making her emit a squeal. “What the hell was that?”
“Wolf. He’s not close though. The sound echoes off the mountains.”
“How many?”
“Could be just one howling to his pack. Don’t worry about it.” He stood. “I’m going to get some wood.”
Priscilla jumped up. “I’m going with you. There is no way I’m staying here waiting for a bear or wolf to show up.”
Roark shook his head. “You’re paranoid. Come on.” He took her hand and led her into the woods.
PRISCILLA CLUNG TO him as he led her into woods. The setting sun made the air much cooler. She followed him and glanced around then back to his ass in those tight jeans. She ran her eyes down his long legs to his boots. His jeans were straight-legged and bunched up on his boot and for some reason she found that incredibly sexy. Although the heels on his boots were worn, they still added at least two inches to his height. Her gaze traveled back up to his broad back admiring how his T-shirt hugged it and the sleeves were tight around his biceps. The man wasn’t lacking in any area and she knew that for an absolute fact. He definitely knew how to treat a woman in bed too. Well, a tent anyway! Using his fingers, mouth, and body, he’d easily brought her to three orgasms. She shivered at the memory of each.
“Are you cold?” he asked glancing over his shoulder.
Smiling, she shook her head. “Just the opposite. I was just thinking about that great sex.”
Roark groaned. “Stop.”
“It was great. I’ve never had three orgasms––”
She let out a little squeal when he suddenly turned around to push her back against a tree, and took her lips in a hard kiss. She relaxed into him, wrapping her arms around him.
“Want to go for four?” he whispered as he moved his mouth across her cheek to her ear where he took her earlobe into his mouth and sucked on it.
“Roark, you’re killing me. I can’t believe I want you again so soon.”
“I feel the same but it will have to wait because if I don’t get us some firewood, we’re going to get cold.”
“I’m sure you can keep me warm.”
“Evil. You’re an evil woman...and I like that,” he said grinning. His dimples peeked out in his cheeks.
“I think those dimples are so sexy.” She laughed when he frowned. “You don’t like them?”
“Nothing I can do about it one way or the other. It’s a Callahan curse,” he said with a shrug.
“Well, I happen to like them, a lot.”
Roark chuckled then let go of her hand and squatted down to get some logs. He handed her a few of them then filled his arms and nodded for her to go ahead of him. Another animal sounded and she froze.
“It’s just an owl. Go on.”
She could hear the laughter in his voice. “I know you think it’s funny but I’ve never camped out in the woods and all these sounds are scary.”
“I’ll protect you,” he whispered close to her ear.
“I hope so because I’m not leaving your side all night.”
“That sounds promising.”
She looked over her shoulder and grinned. “Oh, yeah...I plan on following that happy trail.”
Roark snorted. “Happy trail. Who thought of that anyway?”
“Some smart woman, I’m sure. Well, it is a happy trail. Look what it leads to,” she said dropping her gaze to his crotch. “Then there’s that delicious V that leads to the prize between the thighs.”
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