After Nola’s incident two days ago he hadn’t heard from Moon, and was beginning to wonder if she’d realized what they’d done on the front lawn had been a haphazard mistake.
Shit! He wished he could blow it off as a fucked-up choice, but his mind and cock begged to differ. He wanted nothing more than to sink his body inside of her, over and over again. He was a man who’d drank from the well of heaven and he was addicted to the taste. He’d never been so topsy-turvy, incapable of thinking clearly.
With Corinne he’d been level headed. They’d waited until marriage to have sex because of her religious beliefs. He’d been okay with waiting too. She’d always balanced him, kept him steady and focused. Yet, here lately, he wasn’t thinking with the right body part. He was off the rails.
He stepped in and softly closed the door behind him, feeling like a trespasser in one of the guest lodges.
“Moon?” he called out again.
And then he saw her.
Oh brother, did he see her.
She was leaning against the counter in the galley kitchen, wearing nothing but a white cowgirl hat, scuffed boots and a smile that spoke volumes. He gulped down a large dose of reality as he skimmed her firm, rounded breasts, fat, budded nipples, stomach and to the apex of her thighs. Her groomed pussy made his mouth water. He needed a drink of water from that well again.
Damn, he hoped he could use his voice because he was growing so hard, so fast, he wasn’t sure he had an ounce of blood left in his brain. “Moon?”
Her smile grew and so did her nipples. “I didn’t think you’d ever get here. It’s not right to keep a horny woman waiting.”
He swallowed hard. “I was checking Nola’s wound and it took a bit longer than I planned. We’ll talk about that…”
She shifted one smooth hip, opening her thighs ever-so-slightly. He knew it was probably his imagination, but he swore he could inhale her womanly scent on the air. Oh shit, how he liked that scent. “Doc, I didn’t invite you here to have a conversation. I wanted to offer you lunch.” She rolled her hips seductively.
He wasted no time as he practically leaped across the short space between them so fast that his hat flew off and landed on the floor. His cell buzzed in his front pocket and he ignored it, as well as the little ‘ump’ that drizzled off her luscious lips. He yanked her into his arms, dragging her naked curves against his fully clothed, hard body. He could have melted into a sack of bones right then and there.
Nuzzling his nose in her silken hair, he breathed in her shampoo, and scent of seduction. He savored the smell—savored in the fact that here she was, naked and ready for him. How had he gotten so lucky?
He pulled back just an inch, still holding her tight. He stared into her dark eyes. “Do you realize what you’re doing to me?”
“Exactly what I want to do.” Her lashes fluttered. She stood on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her breasts pressed against his chest, making his cock come alive. “Do you like my boots?”
“Oh, sweetheart. Best looking…boots…I’ve ever seen.”
Her soft chuckle made every hair on his body stand erect. She wiggled against his zipper and a bittersweet ache slithered down his back and nestled in his balls. “I thought you’d call. Stop by. Send an air message. Something. I got tired of the anticipation that was never satiated.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know if you’d want—”
His words were lost as she pressed her mouth against his. He swept his arms around her slender waist, taking great pleasure in her warm, sweet, supple curves all in his reach. The kiss became needier as he plunged his tongue in and out of between her seam and a small whimper climbed her throat. Her body relaxed against him and he knew then this moment was overdue. A man doesn’t taste pure heaven and then not partake again.
He’d meant to take things slow, unlike what they’d shared days ago, but the magic thread between them pulled and tugged, making logical thought difficult. The raging fire swirled between them, growing into tornado intensity. When her tongue dueled with his he almost lost himself.
No doubt, she was a treasure—a gift he wanted to unwrap layer by layer. He roved his palm over the flare of her hip, following the sleek line to the indention of her waist, further up to her rib cage. He lingered there a moment before skimming his fingers along the soft underside of her breast. All reason, all doubt, flew out the window, exchanged for an overwhelming need to fall into these strong emotions. All blood rushed from his brain and targeted the area of his body now stiff and throbbing. His cock and heart both thrummed in a steady, strong beat.
He brushed his thumb over the budded nipple, getting a little noise of enjoyment from her.
He rolled his tongue over his bottom lip, almost salivating at the thought of drawing her nipple into his mouth, suckling the pink flesh until she was a whimpering pool of trembling desire. He wanted to hear her call out his name, have her thrash and move underneath him.
Wrapping his arm around her waist, he easily lifted her and settled her on the edge of the counter, thankful that it was the perfect level so he could reach both her face and her breasts when the time came that he could lavish her beautiful tits with attention. But it was mandatory for him to take things slower than before. He needed to show her how lovely and feminine he found her.
She laid her head on one shoulder, her hair swept away from her slender neck. He kissed the warm skin, nuzzled and licked. He suckled her earlobe and she moaned softly, her fingers coming up to dig into his shoulders. She muttered something, but he couldn’t quite decipher what it was because he was totally focused on how good she felt in his arms.
He loved how she arched her back, as if a silent message to have him kiss, lick, and mold other parts of her body. Her nipples were now so thick and her knees tightened at both sides of his ribs. He’d gotten a glimpse into how feral she was—how passionate she could be. He loved that she was wild and unrestrained. Demanding and unafraid to go after what she wanted. He’d never been scared of anything, but he couldn’t deny that these crazy feelings rushing through him scared him to the marrow of his bones.
It was time he lavished an assault on the very part of her that could bring him to his knees. Her beautiful breasts. He lowered his head and found one hard bud, rolling his tongue over her thick nipple, then lapping it between his lips. She squirmed and whimpered below his touch. He hoped he gave her the same mystical pleasure that was spiraling through him now.
He left her nipple only to find the other, bestowing it with the same attention. Her fingers threaded in his hair, tugging the roots, but he felt nothing but the hypnotic need building in his gut.
She pushed his shoulder and he brought his head up, looking at her features through a heady, fuzzy view. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” she whispered.
“Great.” He started to bend his head again, anxiously wanting to have her breasts on his tongue again.
“Not so fast, doc.” She sat up straighter. “That’s the problem. Everything is just too…well…great.”
He blinked. His mind was in a fog so he was having a hard time wrapping his brain around her words. “Excuse me?
Maybe she suddenly had a problem having sex here in the treehouse. Sure, Chase would fire them both if he knew this was happening in one of the guest lodges.
But then again, right now, Cam didn’t give a flying fuck what anyone thought. He’d worry about the details later.
His cock was the ruler right now.
And wow, did it rule with a stiff hand.
As if she was taking away his favorite candy, she covered her breasts. Was she trying to kill him? “We need to have a talk.”
“You said you didn’t bring me here for talking.”
“I’ve changed my mind.”
“This can’t wait until after? I promise, I wouldn’t be of much use for anything right now…but, this.” He swept his gaze to the apex of her thighs then back on her narrowed gaze. He blew out a long b
reath. “Okay. Fine. Sorry.” He needed to keep in mind that he’d prided himself on being a gentleman. If a woman wanted to talk then by golly, a man must suffice her need. Even if his cock was so large and hard that he worried he’d break the zipper on his best jeans.
He took a step back in an attempt to regain some sense of sanity. Fuck. Would that be possible? Could he concentrate? Damn. His body was in a wild turbulence.
He needed more space, but here she was, sitting on the counter naked, her pussy glistening. Torture. Pure torture.
Stepping over to the window, he opened it a crack. Sweet oxygen didn’t even rid him of her musky scent.
“Okay, shoot,” he said. Shoot me dead so I no longer have to feel this dire agony.
“I just want to put it out there again that you and I…well…” She moistened her lips and his cock bounced back to attention. He shifted. “That we won’t allow any emotions to form between us.”
He blinked and tore a hand through his hair. “Are you afraid I’ll fall for you?”
“No.”
“Then you must be afraid you’ll fall for me.”
“No!”
“Wow, thanks for the long hesitation.”
She shrugged one shoulder, bringing his attention back to her breasts. Her nipples were still hard and lickable nice. “I know we’ve talked before, but I feel the need to clarify things. Am I clear?”
“Crystal.”
“Are you upset?”
“No. I get it, babe. You want a free and easy good time. I’m game.” At least he hoped he was, and if he wasn’t, he’d scrape himself up from the floor once it was all done and over.
Did he see a shocked expression on her face?
“I’m glad we’re in agreement.” Her lip slightly puckered.
He started to take a step closer, but she held up a hand. “Not so fast, tiger.”
Oh for heaven’s sake. More conversation? “Sure.”
“Condoms?”
Oh, fuck! “Damn. Aren’t all men supposed to be prepared? Shit. It’s not like I do this…” He swept a hand through the air.
“It’s okay, Cam. I came ready.” She pointed to a bag sitting on the counter behind him.
He pulled out the unopened box of condoms. He picked them up and read the bold lettering, “Ribbed for her pleasure. Not that I can’t handle that for you, sweetheart, but I’ll be forever grateful that you are a planner.” He dropped the box next to her hip.
“I made a trip into town specifically for those. First time I’ve ever bought condoms.”
“First time for everything.” He took a short step closer, just waiting for any sign that he could dive back into her sweet curves.
“I’m not on the pill,” she blurted. “I needed to let you know.”
“Okay.” He’d never before had a woman so ready to admit everything. They watched each other for a long count of three seconds before he cleared his throat. “Is this your way of telling me you’ve changed your mind?”
“No. Heaven’s no.”
“Thank God. How safe are we here, ya know, here in a guest treehouse? Will we get unwanted company? A new guest? Anyone?” Although he could probably take her on the steps of the Eiffel Tower right now, he was a gentleman and didn’t want her to get caught in a compromising situation. He respected the fact that she wanted to keep their arrangement a secret.
“Lola, she works with the cleaning crew, had to take the day off because her husband received a letter and is fighting being deported. They have two young kids together. It’s really sad. Anyway, I agreed to help her out.”
“How gracious and considerate of you.”
“I can’t say it’s all innocent on my part. I did have this in mind the second I volunteered.” She wagged her brows.
He held out his hand. “How about we take this to the bed, sweetheart?”
“Great idea.” She started to slide off the counter, but instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her. She tucked her legs around him, holding on tight as he carried them the short distance to the heart shaped bed covered in a red, satin comforter. Although the guests’ lodges weren’t large, they were cozy and romantic, set up to make any visitor feel comfortable and relaxed.
He dropped her to the bed. In one swipe of his arm, he knocked off all of the pillows to the brown area rug.
He pulled his T-shirt from the waistband of his jeans. When he stood before her, partially naked, she roved her gaze over his shoulders, chest, to the buckle at his waist. “Yes. I couldn’t wait to get you naked again.”
Oh, how he loved her way of saying exactly what was on her mind. He never had to wonder what she was thinking.
“Now, get those jeans off, doc. I want to see all of you,” she demanded, tapping the buckle with her nail.
He chuckled. He could get used to her very easily.
But that wasn’t part of the deal. He’d just promised her to keep their association a sex only, no emotions, one. Wow, this was a man’s fantasy—a wrapped present with a red bow on top. What red blooded man could turn down a sweet offer that included a beautiful woman, hot sex, and no expectations? But as he moved his gaze over her goddess-like features, her glazed over innocent eyes, and sinful body, he realized she was unlike any other woman he’d ever met, even his wife. Corinne would never have offered herself up naked, in a private, but public, place with the risk, no matter how slight, of getting caught.
Moon’s fingers tugging at his buckle ripped his thoughts back to the situation at hand. He had a lovely, seductive woman that needed pleased. He was definitely up for the task.
Her fingers brushed across the bulge in his jeans, sending waves of heat along the length of his cock and straight into his balls. He couldn’t do anything but stare like a dumbfounded idiot as she loosened his belt, the button, and zipper. He joined her effort and together they pushed his jeans down his hips. His erection shot up like a spring.
Out of his large vocabulary, he couldn’t find one word to describe the deep feeling he had being here, with her. He watched her watch him through her long lashes, her tongue whipping out across her succulent lips.
Toeing off his boots and socks, he kicked off his jeans and boxers. He stepped between her legs and she slowly eased back onto the bed. Her hair spread around her head, the thick, black mass a contrast against the bright red blanket. No barriers were left between them, not material or internal, as he pressed his bare chest against her breasts, the plump nipples brushing his skin. Her legs opened wide for him and he settled at the moist apex, his cock rubbing against her warm cleft. Although he wanted to plunge deep, had every desire to connect their bodies, it wasn’t time. He had some exploring to do first.
He easily pushed her up the slippery blanket until her head was close to the cushioned headboard, then pressed his lips to hers. As wonderful as their first kiss had been there was something remarkable about the second their lips coupled. Sparks flew and angels sang.
God, how did I get to be a softy?
Consumed in her tight thigh-clutch, he palmed one breast, gently squeezing the globe and flicking the nipple. He was taken hostage by the animal lust swirling through him. He was at its mercy, and didn’t give one flying shit.
He tilted his jaw to get better access to her lips, nibbling at the plump, pliable flesh, smoothing his tongue along the delicate curves and dips. Her nails scraped down his back and he sucked in a breath, not losing the connection of her mouth. He thrust in and out, making love to her with his tongue, promising her of what came next.
Touching her knee, he slowly glided the tips of his fingers along her smooth, satin skin until he reached the deep V between her thighs and slipped his hand between their bodies. Her moist heat warmed his knuckles as he gently pressed the wet and ready slit. Her moan undulated up her throat, falling off her lips. Her back arched like a cat stretching, her knees spread like wings. There was a loud beating in his head and he wasn’t quite sure if it was his own heart or hers. Maybe a combination of
both.
He used his middle finger to touch her lightly, barely slipping the pad along the seam. He couldn’t wait to dive in, but it took all of his internal chains to shift him into low gear, keeping him from ravishing her like a starving man at a banquet.
She was dripping wet, slick with need. Scalding his skin in her juices.
He swirled his thumb over her clit, drawing back the thin sheath covering the fleshy, sensitive head. He scraped his thumb over the nub—circling, tweaking until it swelled under his attention. He kissed her gently, then sucked her tongue inside of his mouth as he tugged at her clit with his fingers, mimicking the action between the both. Her mouth watered and her seam juiced. Her pants grew heavy as her liquid passion moistened his hand. She was getting wetter by the second.
As he continued to tease her pussy, she began to quiver and her limbs tightened. He was at a cross between shock and bliss as he realized he had brought her to release with such a tiny touch. Oh hell. She was primed and ready for his cock.
His mind and body raged.
His desire turned into a powerful cyclone.
Passion pounded and snaked through him.
He could no longer wait another second before he drove himself inside of her.
Fumbling with the box, he groped with the small package, ripping it open and hastily pulling the condom over his erection. Ready and protected, he lifted her knees, splaying her, and he thrust himself home.
Her tight muscles clenched him and he almost came before he even got started. His bursting cells became intoxicated in her desire when he drove deeper, his sensitive tip touching her insides. Her body welcomed him, clutched his cock, as she brought her hips up to meet his. She met all of his needs, his desire, his every wish. Her slick, smooth, scorching heat enfolded him in a warm cocoon. She was wonderful. And so. So. Freaking warm.
“My God. You’re so tight. So good.”
She writhed under him, an inaudible sound slipping from her lips. She met him thrust for thrust, grinding her hips against his, arching and writhing. Her whimpers became moans of demand.
He felt her draw closer and closer with each lunge, each muscle clenching and tightening. His balls swelled and ached, his cock grew another inch or two and sweat covered his brow as he held back. He could only move in very small, tight pushes.
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