Grabbing and kissing each other, Naomi wanted him just as naked as he wanted her, and just as quickly.
She was so impatient to feel him, to lose herself in his embrace, that she nearly tore the pearl buttons off what had to be a very, very expensive tux.
Before she could stop him—had she wanted to—he’d released her mouth and trailed a line down her body with his tongue, leaving a fiery, scorching wet path in his wake.
He was crouched down low in front of her.
He lifted one foot and then the other from the confines of her dress and she stood over him wearing nothing but her underwear and stilettos.
He kept his eyes trained on hers as one big hand came out to cover her mound beneath the silk of her bikini panties.
His long, thick forefinger feathered back and forth over the front of the silk, and she nearly came from the look in his bright blue eyes; the clarity of his intent was obvious even before he acted out the wicked promise within them.
“I’ve been wanting to taste you all night.”
His words were hot, direct, and Naomi groaned when she felt the heat of his mouth over the silk of her panties.
* * *
Canton had never been so damn hot for a woman as he now was with Naomi.
Neither had he ever felt the kind of love for a woman that he did for her. He’d known it the first moment he laid eyes on her. He hadn’t told her yet, but he planned on making up for that, and more.
Thinking of the small box inside his dresser drawer brought a growl of possession. She was his.
After tonight, he planned on telling her everything...and then proposing.
But now, he planned on making love to her properly. Seal the deal so there were no more questions about who she belonged to.
He leaned into her, inhaling her unique intoxicating feminine scent, burying his entire face in her heat. He could probably smell her like this and come, she was so damn intoxicating to him.
The entire night, he’d been unable to concentrate on anything or anyone but her.
A part of him knew his focus should be on the task at hand, that he should have been interacting with the Rolling Hills crew with more attentiveness; he and his brothers had to make a decision regarding Rolling Hills soon.
If nothing else, he’d learned tonight that his instincts were right; there was definitely something wrong with Cyrus White more than ever. The little man left a sour taste in his mouth.
But that was something he’d have to discuss with Tiber as soon as he brother returned home. For now, his mind, his attention, his everything was only on the woman in front of him.
He thumbed her panties aside, hearing but ignoring her sweet little gasp as his gaze centered on her pretty feminine spot.
Canton leaned in and licked her across the seam, leaving the silk damp.
“Canton,” she groaned, bucking against him. “Come on!” she moaned, laughing breathlessly.
“That’s exactly what I plan on making you do...” he replied, laughing low, rough, a masculine sound of appreciation when her knees buckled and again she called out his name.
He would have allowed her to join him on the floor and eat her out right there...but he wanted to feel her buck against him as he loved her in this position.
“Baby, I want to feel all of you, experience all, not just—” Her moan echoed off the walls and he grinned against her mons.
He separated the lips of her vagina. “You will. Eventually,” he promised, before licking her between her hot, wet folds.
“What are you doing to me, baby?” she moaned, her hands reaching out to grasp his head; not to push him away, but to hold him steady, right where his baby wanted him to be, as he licked, stroked and loved her, intimately giving her what she needed, what she wanted and deserved.
He loved her so much he ached with desire. He could spend a lifetime on his knees giving his woman pleasure if that’s what she wanted.
He took his time with her, licking her, fingering and caressing her until she grew so weak her knees would no longer support her standing.
He allowed her to fall to the floor, following her, his big body hovering between her legs. He lifted them, placed them over his arms and leaned back into her.
Canton took the end of his tongue and laved her tight little bud over and over until he knew she was seconds from exploding.
Then stopped.
“Nooooo!” she groaned, head tossing on the soft rug, and he suckled her, his pursed lips against the hub of her core.
“I’m going to take care of you, baby. I’ll always take care of you. You believe me, you trust me, don’t you?”
* * *
Naomi was robbed of speech; never before had she been to this level, this height of arousal.
When she nodded her assent, again he catered to her, licking her, stroking into her heat, until she felt like a bomb ready to explode. She begged him. Pleaded with him to let her come this time.
She nearly wept with pleasure when he appeared to give her what she so desperately needed. As he licked and stroked her, he added a finger inside her clenching core, thrusting it in and out, preparing her for his shaft, knowing he wouldn’t be able to last long, that he needed to be balls-deep inside her.
This would be their first time in a long time having full penetration. He remembered how small she was seven years ago, how he’d had to prepare her. As he pumped his fingers in and out of her, his hooded gaze watching as she writhed on the floor beneath him, he felt his cock harden to granite, as he realized that although seven years had passed, she was still hot, wet...and tight.
Just when he knew she was about to release, he shifted and moved over her. With deft precision, he removed the condom he’d hastily grabbed and sheathed his erection. In one long, hot glide, he impaled her with his cock.
She screamed the minute he slid all the way in, but he didn’t stop. Beyond his rational mind, Canton lost control.
It had been so damn long since he’d felt her, so long since he’d felt a fraction of what he felt for her with any other woman. The pleasure was so intense, it was nearly blinding.
He groaned when he felt her hands, hesitant at first before they grew bolder, grip the edge of his cheeks, digging into them, before one hand slid down and cupped his balls.
Canton stiffened when her nails scored his back at the same time she played with his testicles.
He knew she was innocent. Just as innocent as the day he’d first met her, but the way she was playing him, she was giving him more pleasure than women with ten times her knowledge ever had.
Sweat poured from him, landing on the hollow of her tummy as he stroked inside her heat.
“How do you—” He couldn’t complete the question. At that moment she squeezed, lightly, on his sac and he felt his orgasm swallow his questions.
He gave in to it, but he wasn’t going alone.
He grabbed her hips, brought her up to meet his thrusts and slammed into her hot, welcoming heat with a ferociousness that would not be denied. He spread her legs as far apart as they could go, and leveled one leg up to get at a better angle to feed her more of his cock.
“Oh, baby, it’s good...sooo good,” she cried, weeping with the strength of her emotions, accepting, welcoming the power of his trusts.
When she met his thrusts one final time, he exploded, detonated, on the spot. His orgasm swept her up along with him as he came and came and came...coming for so long and so hard, he felt weak, but full. Depleted but powerful as he held on to the woman he loved more than he thought possible to ever love.
As she milked the last of his seed and he was nearly spent, he yelled, “I love you, Naomi!”
With a cry of acceptance, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave in to her own release.
“Yes! I love you, Canton, I love you I love you I love youuuu.” The litany rolled off her tongue as waves of pleasure and release crashed into them, leaving them both weak and completely satisfied.
After the
ir bodies had cooled, he lifted her from the floor and carried his beautiful burden with him on to the bed.
* * *
Naomi woke to feel Canton’s big, hard body spooning her, her bottom lying close to his shaft...as he played with her.
She moaned, releasing a long sigh, opening her legs to give his talented fingers better access.
* * *
“I could wake up like this for the rest of my life.”
At his words, her hands stilled on top of his, which lay on her belly. Seconds later she went back to her light, feathery strokes.
She didn’t know if she’d ever felt this relaxed, this good in her life.
To say Canton was an extraordinary lover was putting it mildly. What he did to her body, how he made her feel both in and out of bed, was something she’d never felt before.
For a moment, fear and anxiety filled her mind. He’d said he loved her, but had that been in the heat of the moment? Could he really love her a fraction of the amount she loved him? she wondered.
When he lifted her bottom, and slowly, so slowly she felt every hot inch of him glide into her body, all thoughts and insecurities vanished. For now, this was what she wanted. What she craved.
Languidly, his strokes even, slow, he made love to her. Naomi reached an arm back and up, bringing his mouth close to hers; she kissed him, the position allowing only the corners of their mouths to touch, the tips of their tongues to meet and play as he stroked into her heat.
Unlike their first, more frantic coupling, there was a difference this time. Her body was still on fire for his, and she knew from the rock-hard sensation of his cock and the tight feel of his sac tapping against her seam that Canton felt the same. But this time, they were able to slow the pace, as though by mutual agreement. They were able to draw out their lovemaking...marinate in it.
“Hmm,” she moaned when he pressed the palm of his hand on top of her mons and pushed.
“You like that?” he asked, and she could only nod her head.
“Good,” he replied with a harsh laugh. “Because I want to make you feel good, just like this, for the rest of your life.”
Again, he alluded to them being something more, and Naomi allowed her eyes to close and imagined...
His strokes continued, becoming more demanding, more urgent. Soon, she felt her belly tighten in the pleasure/painful way it did when she was on the precipice of release.
She squeezed her legs together around his cock, keeping the tether tight, and her movements began to match his, growing in excitement she bucked against him, and within moments he’d given her what she needed.
This time Canton came at the same time as Naomi; his thrusts strong, hard, sure he leveled into her giving her all that he could, all that he had within him. His love for her, as his seed, bursting from him as he came, giving her what he’d never given another woman; allowing her to claim him as he was claiming her.
* * *
When Naomi woke, it was to find Canton next to her, with his big, beautiful, naked and incredibly sexy body sprawled out, a contented look on his face.
As hot as he was, as much as she loved him... Naomi knew she couldn’t handle another round. Not until she’d had a long, long soak, she thought.
She smiled softly, thinking of how many times they’d made love and how many times he’d told her he loved her.
Her life had never been so complete.
Not only did she have the man of her dreams, but she also would be helping her parents. One thing she was sure of if nothing else after being around Cyrus White, the man would do anything to win Canton’s approval and to get the Wildes on board with Rolling Hills.
She doubted they’d overly protest the Wildes’ bailing her parents out. With her help, her family would pay the Wildes back. She loved him, and knew that part was going to be tricky, his being okay with the repayment.
She smiled down at his sexy sleeping form.
But she’d find ways to make sure he was okay with it.
Gingerly, not wanting to wake him, she eased from the bed. A quick trip into his adjoining bathroom to use the facilities and she was washing her hands. Glancing at the mirror, she grimaced, placing a hand to her rat’s nest of a hairdo. She quickly finger-combed her curly tresses and with efficiency from years of practice pulled the mass of hair into one single braid, the ends landing with a thud in the middle of her back.
“Well, that’s about as good as it’s going to get,” she said.
Quietly she walked around, glancing at Canton only to see he was still knocked out. With a little grin, realizing she’d put that man to sleep, she tiptoed out and left the room.
She’d been to his home more than once, and allowed instinct to guide her to the kitchen, hoping she wouldn’t meet anyone on the way there. Lucky for her, no one was.
She opened the beautiful oversize refrigerator. Had she not been in his kitchen before and not known it, she might have mistaken the refrigerator for a cabinet, as its doors matched those of the equally gorgeous redwood paneling on the floor-to-ceiling cabinets throughout the kitchen.
Naomi was in the process of grabbing the orange juice when a small ding caught her attention.
Frowning, she spun around, trying to locate the sound until she realized it was a phone and shrugged.
Now she needed a glass...hmm, she thought. Which cabinet would she find one in?
She was so thirsty she was very tempted to chug it straight from the bottle when a deep, masculine voice, one eerily similar to Canton’s, spoke. Naomi jumped and nearly dropped the container of fresh juice all over the perfectly clean granite counter.
It dawned on her that first, some unseen answering system had picked up the call, and second, it was Canton’s older brother, Tiber, on the other end. She didn’t know people even used answering machines anymore. Curious, unashamedly she listened to his brother speak, a smile on her face. Wow, the two brothers sounded alike. But she knew the difference right away. Her Canton’s drawl was the slightest bit more...earthy than his brother’s.
Way sexier.
Hmm.
She shook her head at herself. She had it bad, no lie about that. Somewhat listening but not really, Tiber’s next words stopped her cold.
“Lastly, I got the report on the liens. Good to see you’re taking care of the McBrides. Out of all of the liens, it’s good to know Rolling Hills didn’t have theirs. I agree with you, it’s in our best interest to have it. Okay, so answer your damn cell phone, would you? I feel like a fool calling a landline. Who the hell does that anymore?” his brother griped. Had Naomi not been in a state of shock, she would have laughed that he’d somewhat echoed her sentiments.
With that the static on the other end he’d disconnected the phone.
She let the entire conversation soak in.
He had deceived her.
From the beginning he’d hidden the truth.
Rolling Hills didn’t have the lien to her family’s land. The Wildes did.
Tears ran unchecked down Naomi’s face.
Gaining momentum, the scalding tears fell down onto the counter as, numb, Naomi couldn’t move a muscle.
It was then she heard a sound. She glanced up to see Canton in the doorway, frozen, his handsome face staring into hers.
Her face hardened, turning to stone.
“Wait, baby, I can explain!”
“Save it. God, I was so damn stupid! To think you actually cared about me.” She threw the angry words at him, but immediately stopped and shook her head.
“It’s not like that, and you know I do! If I didn’t, I would have let your family suffer from your father’s inability to take care of his household, but I didn’t!”
She turned stricken eyes toward him, his callous-sounding words putting the final nail in the coffin.
“Damn! Baby, I didn’t mean it like that, please!” She ran away him, darting around his big—naked—body; she evaded his outstretched hands and ran into the bedroom.
She had
to get away. Now.
Canton watched Naomi gather her clothes. He went to touch her and she drew back as though he’d struck her.
“Leave me the hell alone!” she bit out; her anger a tangible thing, her hand whipped out and slapped him, hard, across the face.
Before he could react, before he could run after her, she’d left.
After the shock of her slap had worn off, he hopped one foot and then the other through the legs of his tuxedo pants from the night before and tore through the house. By the time he made it to his garage, the door was opening and his woman and his Jag were nothing but a cloud of dust.
Damn it!
Chapter 18
Canton had completed no less than ten drive-bys, circling the entire area where Naomi’s family resided, along with three other small ranches. Finally, before he got arrested, he came to a halt and parked his truck in front of her family’s home.
Although it was cold, he cut the engine, not wanting to draw her or her family’s attention before he was ready.
If any of her neighbors caught him driving by at ten miles an hour, as secluded as the area was, they’d have the CPD on him in two point two, as Naomi would say.
Thinking of Naomi and her funny little sayings brought the beginnings of a smile to tug at his lips. God, he missed her like hell.
Canton sighed, thinking of the last time he’d seen her.
It had been two weeks. The first day, he’d come by her house and had been told by her parents that she was not home and was out with a friend.
Struck with a jealousy so wild, so out of control, his first thought had been that the new doctor who’d joined the clinic was the one his woman was out with.
So pissed off, he’d lost it, demanded to know who she was with, with his face tight and fists balled at his sides, anger rolling off him in waves.
It was then he learned where Naomi had inherited her dual nature. She could be as sweet and mild as any man could want. Pliant, loving and the best lover he’d ever had.
But then...well, she could go into beast mode. He’d witnessed the swiftness with which she could go from lamb to lion when prodded.
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