She moaned, and he heard the ragged panting of her breath.
Hell, yes, she belonged to him.
Excited by the slight tremble of her muscles, he worked his finger deeper into the dark depths and established a carnal rhythm. She moved with him, her body rocking to the pace he set. Realizing she stood on the edge of completion, he eased off and continued to tease her with soft nips and gentle licks.
“Please, Nathaniel. I’m so close.” She gasped and lifted her hips.
He hoped to stretch out her pleasure, but he couldn’t deny her anything, especially when she wanted what he so eagerly sought to give her. The trickle of sweat down his spine reminded him of the exertion he had to maintain if he planned to claim her body completely. “Roll over. I want to fuck your ass.”
She shifted her legs off his shoulders and sat on the side of the bed. “Are you sure I’m ready?”
“You tell me?” He studied her face and relished the arousal displayed on her alluring features. Anxious to get started, he undid his pants and tugged his shirt off over his head. “We can go at whatever pace you want, just tell me what you want.”
A huge smile bloomed on her lips. She stood and slipped off her robe, giving him a full view of her in nothing but the racy corset. “Meaning I’m in charge?”
“If you’d like?” He lifted an eyebrow, convinced she had even less patience than he did when she cupped her breasts.
“Let’s start with you playing with these.”
He didn’t waste any time and lowered his head. A light swish of his tongue and he tugged the hard kernel of her nipple into his mouth. Sending a swirling stroke around the tip, he relished the silky texture of her plush flesh.
“Oh, but that feels heavenly,” She purred and ran her fingers through his hair.
Not to be outdone, he guided his hands around her hips and rocked her against his engorged length. Moisture leaked on his cock. He dove deeper between her legs yet still deprived of the much-needed benefit of sliding into her tight pussy. Again and again, he rubbed against her intimate lips without penetrating her slick depths.
“Oh, you’re wicked.” She shoved at his shoulders and stepped back. “I need you.”
He chuckled and turned her around. The silky ribbon of her corset ran along her spine and led a path straight to her ass. The sight had his cock growing painfully hard. He hoped she’s let him take her the way he long to.
After a deep breath to gain a minuscule amount of self-control, he kissed the round curve of her shoulder and whispered, “What would you like me to do to you now?”
After leaning across the bed, she glanced back and offered him a wicked smile. “I want you to fuck me until I’m almost ready to come, then you need to switch to my back hole.”
His body instantly onboard with the idea, he had to clear his throat to make his voice work. “I’ll do the best I can. But I have to admit, once I get into your sweet pussy, I might not be able to hold it together.”
She giggled and wiggled her butt as if waving a flag of surrender. “I’m sure whatever you do. We’ll both have fun.”
Unable to resist the pale, smooth skin lying against the shiny white fabric, he wrapped his hands over her hips. His mind reeling with need, he only felt the roaring in his ear and painful pressure in his groin. He didn’t waste any time, not when every other nonessential bodily function had shut down, making his primary focus to cupped his cock and sink ball deep into his wife’s lush pussy. With one thrust of his hips, he penetrated the fog of his lust and marveled at how she’d brought such joy into his life.
“Nathaniel,” she screamed, the shriek bouncing off the bedroom walls and ringing in his ears.
He froze, fearing that he might have hurt her. His gaze ran over her sleek back encased in white satin. Her hands were knotted around the quilt, and she wiggled invitingly beneath him.
“Please,” she whispered between ragged gasps and moans.
Determined to give her exactly what she wanted, he rode her hard, thrusting deeper and deeper without allowing a moments rest. He longed to forge a place inside her that belonged solely to him where she’d never have reason to doubt that she was his.
“I’m so close. I’m going—” She screamed, and her body clenched around his.
Ready to follow her over the edge, he pulled out of her alluring pussy and dripped her sweet cream over her anus. The sight shoved his control to the limits. He nudged the round head of his cock against the puckered hole.
“Oh, please, I want you inside me.” She pressed against him, and the tight ring circled the blunt tip. His balls tightened with need, and his mind blurred with lust.
“Take it easy, sweetheart,” he gasped. The snug passage closing over the entire head of his cock, erotic sensations overwhelmed him. He felt as if he’d never get enough of this woman, her love, her need for him. Driven to give himself completely to her, he rocked back and forth, slipping progressively deeper.
“Holy shit, I feel as if I’m ready to come again,” she panted and goosebumps formed on her delicate skin.
Feeling as if his cock was locked in a vice-gripped, he felt the light tremors from her first orgasm. If she came again, he had no doubt he wouldn’t have the control to hold it together a second longer. He leaned over her and growled, “Okay, baby, here we go, nice and easy.”
He shifted his hips, hoping to set a leisurely pace and drag out her pleasure. However, his body had other ideas, one thrust led to two, each growing harder, faster, until he was slamming into her with bruising force.
“Yes!” she screamed and encouraged him with breathless cries. “More!”
Driving relentlessly into her, he managed to hold off his climax a whole second after she exploded around him. Pleasure ricocheted through him, drowning him in a seductive bliss. He collapsed over her, his body shielding her from the world. Air rushed in and out of his lungs. “Holy shit, woman, I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”
She laughed and wriggled beneath his. “Guess, that means we’ll need to try this again.”
“Damn right,” he muttered and decided he loved her more than anything else on earth. After a few deep breaths, he mustered up the limited amount of strength he had available, stood, rolled her into the center of the bed, and collapsed beside her. “For now, though, let’s rest. Tomorrow, I only have a few patient scheduled, which means, we’ll have plenty of time for fun.”
“Good, because I want to tie you to the bed and show you how much I love you.” She snugged close and rested her head on his shoulder. “Remember, I told you I’d be a demanding wife.”
He laughed and hugged her close as they drifted off to sleep.
In Too Deep
“I can’t.” Sadie Pepperman hated the whinny tone of her voice and fought with the chains of propriety that held her back. Why couldn’t she be more carefree, like her best friend?
Thoughts of how, years ago, her impetuous nature had gotten her into her current fix kept her in line today.
“Come on, Sadie.” Carolyn stepped out of her petticoats and threw them into the wagon, before she waded naked into the Trinity River. “There’s no one around for miles and I want to cool off.”
The temperature soared to a blistering heat. Sadie brushed back the wet tendrils sticking to the side of her face. She had too many responsibilities at home to waste time frolicking in the river.
“Yes, but we said we’d only be gone for a few hours. You know how Richard’s family watches me.” Sweat dripped between her breasts. “They’re looking for a reason to kick me out of my home. And if they find me…”
“Oh, don’t worry about them.” Carolyn splashed about in the water, working her way deeper into the river. “They can’t take your property, and they know it. Richard was your husband. Everything he had belongs to you. I only wish my husband had something to leave me when he died.”
“You don’t understand.” Sadie tugged her camisole away from her moist skin. In only her underwear, she
hated the idea of having to put her dress back on but they need to head for home.
“Just enjoy yourself for...” Suddenly, Carolyn plunged forward as if losing her footing.
Concern, Sadie rushed to the bank.
After a few long seconds, her friend’s head broke the surface and she sputtered, “Sadie, careful...”
She continued to bob in the water, moving further and further away from the shoreline.
Fear bloomed in Sadie’s chest. She wasn’t a great swimmer and barely kept herself afloat while in the river. How could she save her friend?
Uncertain as to how to help, she screamed and waved her hands. “Carolyn, kick your feet and work with the current to reach the bank.”
Carolyn appeared to be trying to move closer to the bank, but the quick flow pushed her down-river.
To keep her friend in sight, Sadie hurried along the shoreline. The shifting sand slowed her pace, until underbrush and trees blocked her path.
“Sadie...”
The gargled tone sent a panicked rush of adrenaline through her. She had to save her friend. Sadie spun on her heel. The horse and wagon still stood where she’d left them. She ran and jumped onto the bench seat of the buckboard, gathered up the reins, released the brake and slapped the strip of leather across Beauty’s rear.
The wagon surged forward.
Sadie swung her focus between the dirt trail and the river. She caught brief glimpses of the muddy water but didn’t see her friend. With the swift current, Carolyn might be farther down-river than Sadie could predict. But I don’t want to miss finding her either.
Uncertain what to do, Sadie tugged on the reins and slowed her pace. She searched through the trees and underbrush for another opening to get a better view of the fast-moving water.
“Zack, damn it.”
The loud shout caught Sadie by surprise. She scanned the shoreline and spotted a man. Drawing to a stop, she threw on the brake, scouting the river bank.
Two horses grazed nearby. Their saddles, along with other gear, lay discarded in a heap in the middle of a small clearing, as if two people had camped there over night.
A man stood at the edge of the clearing, turning at her approach. Dressed in only a pair of dark cotton pants, he rushed forward. His bright, curly blond hair and his broad shoulders registered briefly with Sadie but with her friend in trouble she didn’t let her sway her from the problem at hand.
“Are you a friend of the woman who is drowning?”
Unable to certain what to say to the stranger, she nodded and worked to clear the lump in her throat. How did this man know about Carolyn?
“Move over. I’ll drive. If we hurry I should be able to save her and my friend.” He placed a foot on the side step of the wagon and crowded onto the bench.
She quickly scooted along the wooden plank, allowing him room to settle beside her. Long fingers closed over the reins and he tugged the leather from her grip.
He didn’t wait for an answer. Lifting the reins, he released the brake.
A loud whistle sounded from the river, followed almost immediately by the slapping of paddles against the water.
The man clicked his tongue to encourage Beauty to get moving. He drove the wagon closer to the edge of the river, creating a rough new trail.
Bouncing on the seat like a rag doll, Sadie tried to keep her distance from the man, even though the task was next to impossible with the constant swaying of the wagon. She continually brushed against his arm, shoulder and thigh. A particularly hard bump almost landed in his lap.
“I’m sorry, but you need to slow down,” she complained and straightened.
He drew back on the reins; the wagon rolled to a stop. His head turned in the other direction. He shifted away from her and jumped down from the wagon before she repositioned herself on the bench. “Damn that steamship. They’re rescuing them.”
A little stunned by everything that had happened, Sadie lifted a hand to her throat. Her gaze stayed locked on Logan until his comment finally registered. She glanced at the water and noticed a steamboat cruising down-river. A line hung from the side with two people hanging from the end.
She scrambled off the wagon to keep the boat in sight as it moved farther away. “Oh, no, where will it take them?”
“Probably to the next port, maybe Liberty or on into Galveston.” When the steamboat rounded a bend and drifted out of sight, the stranger turned. His gaze grew in intensity as he scanned the length of her body. “I’m Logan by the way.”
Burned by his steady regard, Sadie glanced down at her attire. Heat stained her cheeks. The ribbon on her camisole had worked its way loose and the swell of her breasts lay exposed to his view. She’d been about to redress when Carolyn fell into the river. Lifting her hands automatically to cover herself, she bowed her head.
What should she do now?
The smart side of her brain suggested she say something clever. The impulsive side offered a solution to the problem of sleeping alone.
“I take it you and your friend went a little too far while indulging in a way to cool off in the heat?” Logan stepped closer.
Awareness tingled along her nerve endings, tying her tongue into knots so no words had a chance of escaping. Instead, she stood stock-still, staring at his naked feet. Long toes led to high arches...strong ankles, thick calves. The appealing view ended at the cuff of his pants just below his knee. Denied need sparked in her gut and she allowed her gaze to drift upward. Dark material hid the solid bulk of his thighs but not the pronounced bulge at his crotch.
Air refused to enter her lungs and her head spun with the lack of oxygen. Did this man actually want her...after simply seeing her in her bloomers?
Confidence sizzled through her chest. Did she still have the same appealing charm she’d possessed at sixteen? Could she seduce him the same way she had Richard? A demanding yearning battled with logic. She had a ranch to run and required more muscle than sex appeal in a man.
“I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced. I’m Logan Jansen and you are?” The sexy tone of his voice forced her head up. She gazed into his crystal-blue eyes.
“Sadie, Sadie Pepperman.” She tightened her hold on the thin fabric of her clothing. The urge to rip the concealing items from her body and followed the hunger building inside her core fought with the need to take the sensible course of action and keep the man at bay.
Unfortunately, she recognized her immediate response to Logan and didn’t put much stock in her ability to curb her desires. After all, three days after meeting Richard, she’d found herself in his bed. In less than a week, she’d left her parent’s home and had vowed to love him for the rest of her life.
Look how that worked out, she silently grumbled.
Determined not to travel the same path again, she shuffled quickly backward. A sharp stone dug into her heel. She shifted to ease the discomfort, only to have her ankle to turn awkwardly. Pain shot through her foot.
She stumbled, rocking on one foot for a moment before two strong arms circled her. Anxious for something solid to hold onto, she wrapped her hands around the hefty girth of his biceps.
“Easy there, sugar, we don’t want you to take a tumble.” Logan held her against the dense wall of his chest. His rich male scent sparked erotic visions in her head...of him lying over her, his body guarding hers as he drove them both wild with pleasure.
“Please, I’m a widow and I...” How could she explain the overwhelming craving to be touch by a man again? Not counting her total lack of willpower to resist him.
She met his gaze. But why him?
Yes, he was gorgeous and sort of resembled her deceased husband, but still, she had responsibilities that didn’t allow for such foolish fantasies.
A smile bloomed on Logan’s face, almost arrogance, yet strangely appealing too. “How long has your husband been dead?”
“A little over a year, but he’s been gone almost two.” Sadie bit her lip and shifted her weight. A throbbing pain p
ierced through her foot. She cringed.
Logan tightened his grip and eased her to one side to stare at her feet. “Sugar, I think you may have done some serious damage to your ankle.”
“No, I have too much to do. I can’t be laid up with a sore foot.” Sadie recalled the last time she’d injured herself. She’d had to call on Richard’s family for help. The incident had driven home the need to distance herself from them if she wanted to keep the property her husband had left her.
Logan kept one arm around her waist and bent to examine her ankle. Warm fingers brushed her skin briefly before he rose beside her. “Sorry, but its already swelling.”
“Oh, horse feathers,” she muttered, furious with how nothing seemed to be going her way today. First the overbearing heat, then Carolyn badgering to cut loose and later getting caught in the river current, followed by Sadie hurting her foot and the onset of unwanted desire for a stranger.
“Sugar, horses don’t fly.” A teasing note bled through his tone before he scooped her up into his arms. “Luckily, I can carry you to the wagon.”
The sudden contact of solid, male flesh scrambled her brain and instinct ruled her movements. She slipped her arms around him and relaxed into his embrace. Her head landed on his shoulder and she savored the nudge of his chest against her aching breasts.
Her gaze ran along the strong column of his neck. The compulsion to glide her tongue over his tan skin had her licking her lips and leaning closer.
“Here, we go. I’ll just set you on the back of the wagon and take a look at your foot.” Logan eased her onto the solid surface of the wagon.
Sanity returned.
Oh, God, what the hell was I thinking?
Heat burned her face. She bowed her head to hide from the man still holding her in his arms. Flustered by her reaction to him, she drew her hands back to her chest and held tight to the thin fabric of her top.
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