Wild Seduction

by Daire St. Denis

  Colton Cross? The egocentric cowboy?

  Yep.

  Except that she didn’t quite see him that way right now. Sure, his attentiveness was feigned, but could he pretend to be aroused? She didn’t think so.

  The trailer was quiet, with only the sound of the whir of the air conditioner, and Ashley reached along the wall to find a light switch, but Colton had other ideas.

  He came up behind her, turned her into the circle of his arms and kissed her in the same feverish way he had in the truck.

  Was it fake? Was it all for pretend?

  Ashley stopped caring. It felt too good to dissect and analyze, particularly when his tongue searched her mouth with such thoroughness it took her breath away.

  “Colton, I...”

  “No more talking.” He stopped kissing in order to shrug out of his suit jacket, which he tossed. He pulled her close to kiss her some more while he backed her up toward the other end of the trailer where the bedroom was. It wasn’t until they were inside that he stopped kissing her in order to switch on a light beside the bed.

  Then he approached, his gaze fierce, his intention clear. But he didn’t ravish her again; he paused right in front of her, cupping her cheek and tilting her face up. “I know we had a deal. I know you were supposed to do something for me, as some sort of fucking payment, but I’m not going to lie, Ashley. I want more.” He grazed her cheek. “I want to touch you, kiss you, undress you. I want to feel your skin right up against me.” He brushed a thumb across her lips. “I want to be inside of you.”

  The words were so gruff, there had to be some truth there.

  “So, I need to know, right here and now, before we do anything else, if that’s what you want, too.”

  His thumb caressed her jaw while he waited for her to answer.

  She knew her answer, had known it all day. But still she hesitated.

  Colton frowned. “Otherwise I’ll take you home...”

  No.

  “No,” she said, turning her face into his hand and kissing his palm. “I want the same thing.” She tilted her head back to gaze at him. His lids were lowered, his jaw tense, his nostrils flared. Ashley might not have understood his attraction to her, and neither did she totally understand her attraction to him, but it was there nevertheless.

  “Thank God.” Colton took her hands and pulled her toward the bed. Before sitting, he turned her around in his arms and gently untied the straps at the back of her neck. Her lids fluttered closed as the ties tickled her bare shoulders. It was exquisite, the brush of his fingers against her skin, the swish of the fabric, until finally he had both halves loose and let them slither down her shoulders, baring her chest.

  “Turn around.”

  She turned.

  He didn’t touch, he only gazed at her breasts, making appreciative sounds at the back of his throat. After lowering himself to sit on the edge of the bed in front of her, he said, “Come here.”

  A tiny shuffle and she was right in front of him.

  “Take off your shoes.”

  With one hand on his shoulder, she bent her left leg, removing one high heel, and then followed suit with the right.

  “God, you’re beautiful.”

  Her automatic response was to deny it, but the way he gazed at her actually made her feel beautiful, and if this was the one and only night they’d have together, she wasn’t going to mess it up by contradicting him.

  “Closer.”

  She stepped up, placing a leg on either side of his bent knees.

  “I’ve been wondering about this.”

  “Wondering about what?”

  “How you would look.” His hands came around her waist, his right sliding up her ribs and around her front, softly caressing as he watched, like he was a sculptor and she was a lump of clay, his to mold into whatever form he wanted.

  There was hardly any distance between them, which made it easy for Colton to lean forward and circle her nipple with his tongue. He glanced up at her. “Wondering how you would taste.”

  He bent to suck her nipple into his mouth.

  Instinct had Ashley arching, forcing her chest to rise up against Colton’s hot mouth. She threaded her fingers through his short hair, needing something to hold on to.

  He flicked her left nipple back and forth with his tongue before covering the entire bud with his mouth and sucking again. It was like a string was pulled taut, some three-way cord inside of her that connected her nipple to her throat and was also strung down to the tip of her clit. Each nibble, every little bit of suction and flick of the tongue had immediate and similar effects on these connected parts of her body.

  “Colton,” she said his name, not really knowing why, but needing to express something.

  He moved to her other nipple, leaving the left one damp and hard. Not quite as gentle now, the suction of his mouth was warm and fierce, the nibbles more like bites, his strong arms holding her as if he was never going to let her go.

  Not that Ashley wanted to leave. No. Quite the opposite.

  She sank down onto his lap, her legs straddling his, her hot pussy snugged right up against the fly of his dress pants.

  In this new position, his warm lips sought hers, kissing her with as much abandon as he’d kissed her breasts while she blindly undid the buttons on his shirt. She knew what lay beneath that starched cotton. Solid, male muscle. And while she’d touched him, she couldn’t wait to feel him. Skin to skin. Hard muscle versus soft breasts. She couldn’t wait to taste, the skin of his neck, the firm flesh of his pecs, the sweet flavor of his abdomen and navel.

  Finally his shirt was undone, and she spread it wide, pushing it off his shoulders. His skin was hot and hard and felt better than she remembered as she pressed herself against him. His mouth moved with more intensity, sucking her lower lip into his before thrusting his tongue inside. Deep.

  Yes.

  Those bits of her that were connected by a cord responded. Her nipples tightened, and her clit throbbed with the pressure of his tongue in her mouth. She ground her pelvis down into him, needing friction. Needing more.

  “Ash...”

  “Yes.”

  Just like on the dance floor, all it took was a little pressure from his hand on her thigh and she knew what he wanted. She crawled over him onto the bed, flopping down onto her back, her legs still twined around his waist. He turned and moved between her parted legs, sliding his hands up beneath her skirt.

  “As hot as this dress looks...it needs to come off.”

  Ash lifted her ass and reached behind to open the hidden zipper at the back of the skirt. Once done, Colton tugged, pulling the dress off her legs and tossing it to the floor.

  “Look at you.”

  Ashley couldn’t believe how satisfying it was to be lying there while Colton Cross gazed down at her with desire.

  Seriously.

  After making a grumbling sound deep inside his chest, he leaned over her and licked a line from her belly button up between her breasts to a sensitive spot just below her jaw.

  God, it felt so good. His mouth was so hot and wet, and he seemed to know intuitively all of her erogenous zones. She grappled blindly between them for his belt buckle, her hands shaking as she fumbled with the clasp until she finally managed to get it undone. His zipper practically unzipped itself, giving her space to reach inside. She worked her hand beneath the cotton of his boxers until finally...

  Oh, yes.

  Gloriously aroused male flesh.

  She gripped him, marveling at how soft his skin was, how hard he was beneath that satiny skin. How incredibly hot it was that his tip was wet with arousal.

  For her.

  She moved her hand up, then down. Repeating the process, faster and faster until Colton moaned against her neck.

 
; Then he bit her.

  “You have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?” Propped on one arm, he reached down and took her hand away.

  Ashley rolled her head back and forth across the pillow as she attempted to get her hand back inside his pants, but he wrestled it away. Grasping her wrist, he hoisted her hand above her head and pinned her down.

  “Why don’t I show you?”

  9

  ASHLEY PARTED HER lips to speak, but no words came out, only soft little pants as she gazed into Colton’s dark eyes.

  “Don’t move.”

  It was a command. Bossy and controlling and yet Ashley loved it. Loved being told what to do. Loved feeling vulnerable to this man.

  He paused a moment, as if testing her, and when she licked her lips, his gaze faltered, and he lowered himself for a kiss.

  God, she could get lost in his mouth. His kisses were so all-consuming, tongue, teeth, lips, moving in a deliciously damp dance of passion until Colton pulled away, scowling down at her.

  “I told you not to move.”

  Oops. Her hands had somehow found their way around his neck and into his hair. He gently extricated them and placed them authoritatively above her head again. Pressing her body into the mattress beneath him, he said, “I want to show you what it’s like to be tortured. If you move again, I’ll have to tie you down.”

  Ashley’s eyes went wide. Not because she was shocked or offended, but because the idea of being tied down by Colton while he did wicked things to her was incredibly thrilling.

  “Is that what you want?” he asked.

  Were her thoughts so transparent?

  “I’ll be good,” she said in between panting breaths.

  “We’ll see.” He rubbed his stubbled cheek against hers before ducking lower to suck on her neck, nibbling a line down to her collarbone.

  She gave herself up to his kisses, his touches, leaving her arms above her head as if she was still pinned, arching her back as he kissed his way to her breasts, paying attention to each nipple equally before moving lower and then lower still.

  “These are nice.” He fit a finger beneath the waistband of her panties, her good black satin ones, and ran it along her stomach.

  Ash couldn’t help it. She strained her hips forward, needing him to reach lower. Desperate for him to touch her, to feel her warmth and see how aroused she was. But apparently Colton liked to tease, because he removed his finger and circled the elastic that lined her right leg and then her left.

  He moved lower, so that his mouth was in line with her pelvis. This time, it was his tongue that teased beneath the elastic, not his finger.

  “Colton,” she murmured as she raised her hips. “Please.”

  Colton ignored her pleas.

  He grasped a knee and bent it, spreading her before ducking down to bite the taut cord at the junction of her thigh and pelvis.

  She moaned.

  His mouth moved to cover her mound and he breathed hot, wet air through the satin of her panties. It was exquisite.

  “Please,” she begged.

  His teeth grazed her, and she cried out while her hips bucked up from the mattress. Colton fit his hands beneath her ass and lifted her, abrading his stubbled cheek against her thighs, tugging down on the front of her panties and rubbing himself against the front of her.

  Ashley had never experienced anything like it. The friction on all her most intimate places, the sight of him lying between her parted legs, the expression of raw passion she saw on his face right after he yanked her panties off and gazed down at her exposed flesh.

  “Colton?”

  Did he even hear her? She couldn’t tell because he was so focused on her parted thighs, spreading her legs wide enough for him to lie between, sucking on the sensitive skin high up on her leg, leaving a trail of delicious red marks.

  Until finally, finally his mouth found her damp heat. His thumbs spreading her so that his tongue could lap along her swollen slit, sucking on her clit before plunging inside.

  Ashley couldn’t stand it. She screamed his name. Grappled with his shoulders, but the man was just too strong and too intent on what he was doing. She’d never felt so helplessly consumed by all encompassing pleasure.

  She begged. She pleaded.

  “Please, Colt, please.”

  He ignored her as he sucked and licked her into a moaning, writhing mass of boneless, orgasmic flesh. Every cell in her body lit up, tingling and jolting with intense pleasure. The three-way cord that had connected her clit to her nipples and throat grew exponentially, forming connections to her toes, the backs of her knees, the midpoint of her forehead, her entire spine and the top of her head.

  Ashley didn’t come; she exploded. If not for Colton’s big body holding her she would have fallen apart, shattering into a million pieces, unable to put herself back together again. And it wasn’t until many moments later as she gasped raggedly, trying to find herself, that she realized she was lying ensconced in Colton’s arms, her head nestled on his shoulder beneath his chin as he stroked her back and murmured, “Shh,” softly.

  * * *

  HOLY HELL. COLTON had never seen a woman come so hard. In fact, he wasn’t convinced he hadn’t hurt her because she whimpered and moaned like she was on the verge of tears and might actually fall apart.

  That’s when he’d decided to stop.

  Oh, his cock was not happy with him. Not one bit. But it didn’t matter how desperately he wanted to seat himself deep inside her gorgeous little body; he needed to know she was okay. And having her lie in his arms, her slender legs twined between his, her hand clutching at his shoulder while she got her breathing under control made him feel...

  Something.

  He wasn’t sure what.

  She made a little stuttering, breathy sound, and he instinctively drew her in closer, tucking her head beneath his chin as he caressed her back.

  After a long drawn breath, she said, “I’m sorry. I—”

  “No. I’m sorry.”

  Pushing herself up on to her elbow so that she could look at him, she said, “Why are you sorry?”

  “I took things too far. I thought you were enjoying it and then, I don’t think you did.”

  She blinked a few times as she studied him. “Are you kidding me?”

  “No.”

  “Colton, I totally... I mean, I’ve never...” She shut her mouth and swallowed, rolling her eyes to the roof of the trailer before trying again. “What I mean is, I haven’t actually...ever...” She stopped again to take a deep breath.

  “No one’s ever gone down on you?” he asked.

  Her brows drew together. “No, I’ve done that.”

  “What is it, then?”

  Her lips formed a firm line, as if she didn’t want to say it, but then suddenly she blurted the words out anyway. “I’ve never orgasmed like that.”

  “Ever?”

  She frowned, and the Ashley from the pub made an appearance, displeasure flitting across her features. “Colton. I’ve had an orgasm... It’s just...” She paused, huffing.

  “Sorry if I’m being dense here, but I have no idea what you are trying to say.”

  “I’ve never had one—” she gestured between them “—with a partner.”

  It was Colton’s turn to blink in surprise. “No guy has ever brought you to orgasm?”

  She shook her head.

  “I’m your first?” Why did that thought give him such pleasure?

  “Yeah.” She scowled. “But don’t let it go to your head. I imagine you’ve had plenty of practice.”

  He ignored her snide remark. “So, let me get this straight.” He flexed his arms and clasped his hands behind his head in male pride. “I’m the first man to make Ashley Ozark come. Do I
get a prize?”

  Her expression was stormy, yet there was a softness around her mouth that told him she wasn’t as upset with him and his cocky behavior as she might be leading him to believe.

  “Yeah, well, there’s a first and last for everything.” She sat up and threw her legs over the bed. Finding her panties, she slipped them on and then snatched her dress and held it up in front of her as if she didn’t want him to see her naked body even though he’d had an up close and extremely intimate view of her only moments before.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “We’ve both got an early morning.”

  He sat up and reached for her hand. “But we’re not done here. I plan on making you come at least two more times. Preferably with me inside of you.”

  She sucked in a breath as if the notion was shocking.

  “Sounds good, doesn’t it?”

  “Look,” she said, backing away from the bed, her dress in front of her like some kind of shield. “I know I promised some things—” her gaze flicked to his erection, lingering for a couple of heartbeats before settling back on his face “—but I can’t. I need to go.”

  Though it pained him to bend over, he managed to do so, grabbing his boxers from the floor and pulling them on. “I’ll give you a ride.”

  “No,” she said as she backed through the door. “I’ll walk. I need the fresh air.”

  Well, that wasn’t happening, but he wasn’t about to argue with her when she was so skittish. He waited for her to get dressed in the tiny bathroom, and when she came out a couple of minutes later, he was dressed himself and ready to go.

  “I’m driving you home.”

  He could see she wanted to argue, but then she glanced at the high heels hanging from her fingertips and she nodded her assent. “Okay, only if you promise me one thing.”

  “Sure.”

  “No talking about any of this on the drive home.”

  “O-kay.”

  “Oh, and Colton?”

  “Yeah?”

  “We’re breaking up tomorrow.”