Her body quivered as his hands moved, inching up the hem of her dress, fingertips grazing tantalisingly over the bare skin of her thighs above her stocking tops. Just when her legs threatened to give way, and she couldn’t stand unaided any longer, he lifted her and she instinctively curled her legs around him to steady herself, gasping as he pressed her back against the wall, making her all too aware of his arousal. Oh my! She moaned as his lips settled at the hollow by her ear, teeth nipping, his tongue caressing her before his lips worked their way down to her throat, hot and seductive.
‘Kyle—’
‘Do you want me to stop?’
Yes, her head screamed. Her last atom of common sense ordered her to speak the word aloud, even as her fingers sank into the thickness of his hair, holding him close as he sucked erotically on her skin, his hips moving rhythmically and oh so suggestively against her.
‘No,’ she whispered, scarcely able to breathe, unimaginable desire coursing through her, knowing the battle had long ago been lost. ‘No. Don’t stop.’
CHAPTER NINE
‘BEDROOM?’ Kyle demanded hoarsely, his breath hot on her skin.
‘A-along the corridor. Second door on the right.’
She had barely forced the words out before Kyle was moving, refusing to put her down. She tightened her hold, resting her head on his shoulder, part of her desperate for the will to stop him, scared this was a terrible mistake, the other part of her swept along on a tide of passion the like of which she had never experienced before. It was foolish. She feared Kyle would regret it in the morning, that it didn’t mean to him what it did to her, but for now, this magical night, she had to know just once what it was like to make love with him. Her need for him was too desperate to deny any more.
‘I’m not on the Pill,’ she managed when they reached her room, her voice no more than a rough whisper. ‘Have you got anything?’
Swearing, he set her feet to the floor, keeping hold of her as he met her gaze, his eyes tortured. ‘Hell. No, I haven’t,’ he rasped, and she was momentarily glad that he hadn’t planned this, prepared for it, expected it.
‘My bag.’
‘What?’
‘My bag.’ She pointed across the room to her medical bag. ‘I carry a couple of packets of condoms for the young patients I see.’
‘Thank God.’
As if he didn’t dare to release her in case she vanished in a puff of smoke, he kept an arm firmly around her waist, waiting impatiently while she opened the bag and found what they needed. ‘I’ve got one.’
‘One?’
‘Sorry?’ She glanced at him in confusion, and the look of hungry need in his eyes turned her insides molten.
‘The way I’m feeling right now, you’d best grab a good handful—to start with.’
‘Kyle!’
Excited anticipation tightened the ache of need inside her as she handed a full box to him with shaking fingers. Heated urgency simmered between them as they began shedding each other’s clothes. Her heart lurched when his jacket and shirt were tossed aside and the muted light in the room cast shadows over his impressive physique—all the walking, climbing and mountain biking he did responsible for the lean muscles she now felt under her hands as she explored his shoulders, his hair-brushed chest and tight abdomen. He sucked in a breath as she pressed her lips to one male nipple, teasing him with her tongue, testing with her teeth, breathing in his scent as her fingertips trailed across his taut belly, around his navel and followed the narrow line of hair down to the fastening of his trousers.
Kyle caught her hands. ‘Me next,’ he decreed, eyes dark with desire.
Her heart ricocheted against her ribs as his hands slid up her arms, making her tingle as he reached round to find the tab of her zip, his breath a warm caress against her face. She quivered as he inched it down and his fingers grazed her bare skin down her spine. Heat flooded through her.
‘This dress should be illegal,’ he murmured huskily. ‘You had me on my knees the second I saw you in it. I’ve been wanting you all night. Wanting to peel it off, to kiss and touch you all over.’
Alex couldn’t remember how to breathe. His words tied her up in knots and then his hands were doing just what he said he had wished to…peeling the clingy, see-through fabric off her body. Once her arms were free, Kyle sank to his knees, and she clutched his shoulders, feeling the flex of muscle as he skimmed the fabric down past her hips and away before he slowly rolled down one stocking and then the other, next deftly disposing of her panties. She couldn’t stop shaking at the sensation of his touch on her bare skin, and she gasped, her fingers sinking into the thickness of his hair when he leaned forward and set his mouth to her navel, her muscles tautening as he teased her with his lips, teeth and tongue.
‘Kyle…’ she moaned, overwhelmed by her body’s reaction.
He rose to his feet, and her own fingers moved to unfasten his trousers with more haste than skill, her gaze on his as she eased them down over his impressive arousal, taking his boxers with them. Unconsciously, she licked her lips as she stared at him. Oh God! She swallowed, taking in the male perfection of him, her fingers brushing up the outsides of his warm, muscled thighs. He unclipped her bra, tossing it away so he could look his fill. She shifted nervously under his heated inspection, but he caught her hands when she instinctively moved to cover herself.
‘Don’t,’ he chided, gaze hot. ‘You’re perfect.’
‘Hardly! There’s too much of me.’
He shook his head in instant denial and reassurance. ‘Never. Perfect and beautiful,’ he reiterated, smiling as he gave her a gentle push and tumbled her to the bed.
He came down with her, no barriers left between them. After a deep, drugging kiss left them both breathless, he swept her away to paradise as he began a thorough journey of exploration with his hands and his mouth. She couldn’t stop the whimpers of need and desire that escaped from her, and she arched off the bed as he lavished attention on her breasts, shaping and caressing one with his hand while driving the other wild with his lips, teasing, nipping, laving with his tongue before suckling the sensitised peak deeply in his mouth.
Alex clenched her fingers in his hair, unable to get enough of him. Nothing had ever felt this exquisite, this special, this right. He roamed down her body, setting every particle of her aflame, devoting himself to her pleasure, building her up a plateau at a time until she was writhing beneath him, her hands fisting in the bedclothes as she tried to stay earthed to something. She ought to stop him…but it felt so good.
‘Come for me, Lexie.’
She moaned at his dark demand, impatient for him to fill the aching void inside her. ‘With you. Please.’
‘Next time,’ he promised.
His hands held her where he wanted her, and his mouth gave her no respite as he drove her on. She wanted to touch and taste him too, wanted…Oh, God! The pleasure had never been this intense. It was unbearable. Wonderful. She couldn’t hold on. Her eyes closed and she surrendered herself to the inevitable, sobbing helplessly as she gave herself up, trusting Kyle to keep her grounded, to bring her back, as she was carried away on a wave of unimaginable ecstasy, tumbling in exhilarating free fall as she plummeted over the precipice.
Tremors racked her and she gasped in ragged breaths as Kyle slid back up her body, soothing her. She clung to him, reveling in the feel of his heated skin against hers, the feel of his weight, and she shifted to bring them into closer contact. Gentle fingers traced her face and she managed to force her eyes open, struggling to focus on him, seeing how close he was to the edge, his blue eyes nearly black with fevered desire.
‘You are amazing,’ He praised, running the tip of his tongue across her lips.
Her mouth opened to his, her hands gliding down his delicious muscled body, learning his textures, his contours. Kyle groaned, breaking the kiss, burying his face in her neck, biting on her skin. Restless, renewed anticipation building inside her, desperate to know him fully for the first
time, she watched as he reached out, took a condom from the box and rolled it on.
‘Don’t wait,’ she pleaded.
‘Give me a minute.’
Alex sensed he was fighting for control, and didn’t want him to. ‘Kyle—’
‘I want to be gentle with you,’ he murmured raggedly, his whole body tense.
‘No. Kyle, I’m not fragile. I’m not going to break. You’re not going to hurt me.’ Her teeth nipped his earlobe before her tongue salved the sting. Her hips cradling his, she moved enticingly against him. ‘Let that control go. I want all of you. Everything. Please.’
Her invitation appeared to break through his rigid restraint, allowing him to free the part of him he kept locked away. His hold tightened, and she met his fiery gaze as he groaned and united them with one smooth, searing thrust that had her crying out and clinging to him. She wrapped herself around him, hitching her legs higher and lifting her hips to meet him, taking him completely, as deep as she could. More than once she had wondered what it would be like if all his suppressed sexuality was given free rein. Now she knew. And she gloried in it, in him, stunned and delighted as she met him demand for demand.
The pleasure their bodies found together was overwhelming. She matched his rhythm as together they went on a sensual, erotic journey, their rough passion flaring out of control as they burned down the night, slaking their need for each other. It was beyond anything she had ever imagined. The friction was indescribable, the sense of fullness was intense. She never wanted it to end but she could feel an explosive release building within her, threatening oblivion, refusing to be denied.
‘Lexie…’
‘Don’t stop.’ She cried his name, taking everything, giving everything. ‘Yes, Kyle, please.’
Clinging together, they tumbled over the edge as one, soaring, flying, riding on a crest of excruciating, impossible pleasure. Hearing her name on his lips as he bound her to him, Alex didn’t care if she never came back to earth again as long as she was with Kyle for ever.
Kyle groaned as he shifted, and muscles he’d forgotten he had protested at the movement. A mix of disappointment and concern curled inside him when he fought free of sleep and found himself alone in Alexandra’s bed on Sunday morning.
‘Lexie?’
There was no answer, no sound inside the house. He glanced towards the window and discovered it was barely light, a weak sun pushing lazily above the hilly horizon. He lay back for a moment, taking stock, remembering the night before. His body immediately stirred in response to the Technicolor memories running through his brain. Last night had been the most incredible experience of his life. He couldn’t remember how many times they had reached for each other, the insatiable hunger only increasing, never abating, after he had done as she had demanded and loosened his hold on his control. His long-held fear of indulging in his passionate nature, sparked by Helen’s timidity, had been forgotten. With Lexie it had been wild, frenzied, hotter than hot. Smiling, he ran a hand through already tousled hair, hugging her pillow to him, breathing in her fragrance. She had been amazing, uninhibited, giving. Making love with her was like nothing he had known before. Wonderful but scary. Passionate and adventurous. And he was never, ever going to get enough of her.
He threw back the duvet and swung his legs out of bed, needing to find her and allay the sudden anxiety clouding the pleasure. He froze momentarily as his gaze encountered the dog which sat a few feet away by the door, staring silently at him. Max, the elderly Border collie, regarded him curiously. Relaxing, Kyle talked softly to the dog, waiting for its approach, his hands gently soothing over the silken coat, the fingers of one hand rubbing behind the dog’s ears. The attention earned him a toothy grin and a lick on a bare kneecap as Max wagged his tail enthusiastically.
‘OK,’ Kyle murmured, rising to his feet. ‘I need to find your mistress.’
After a quick visit to the bathroom, he pulled on his trousers and shirt from last night, pausing as he heard the metallic clang of a barn door outside. With Max leading the way, he walked through to the kitchen, where the smell of fresh coffee teased him, but he needed Alexandra more than he needed his first caffeine fix of the day.
In the large porch by the back door was an untidy collection of boots and a few hooks with jackets and jumpers hanging on them. He found a pair of Wellingtons that fitted, and a shabby but warm fleece that wasn’t too small, and he pulled them on before opening the door, scattering an assortment of semi-feral cats as he stepped outside and headed across the yard, his breath misting in the chill November air, his canine companion at his heels. He could hear the soft murmur of Alexandra’s voice coming from one of the barns along with the sounds of animals breathing and munching. He let himself in, watching for a moment as she fed the stock, his breath catching at the sight of her, natural and unaffected, wearing old jeans that clung as lovingly to her curves as he wanted to, and a baggy jumper that had seen better days. Her hair was held back off a face left free of make-up, and to him she had never looked more desirable, more sexy. Sucking in a steadying breath, leaving Max by the door, he went to help her.
‘Morning.’
‘Hi.’ Her gaze skittered shyly away from his. ‘You don’t have to do that.’
He saw the flush stain her cheeks and smiled, wondering how she could be shy after the deliciously wicked intimacies they had shared throughout the night. There were things he wanted to do with Lexie that he’d never done with anyone before. Breaking up a bale, he tossed a wedge of hay into the food trough. ‘I enjoy the work. It’s been a while.’
She nodded, and he knew she was aware of his familiarity with the stock. ‘Jim doesn’t come in on Sundays unless I have to work.’
Allowing the silence to stretch, he worked on by her side, opening a new bale and rolling up the twine before adding more hay along the length of the troughs. When the chores were completed he followed her back outside, watching as she let out the chickens, fed them, then gave them fresh water before checking the nest boxes, placing four warm brown eggs carefully in her bucket. Setting it down, she leaned on the fence, looking at the view, and sighed. Grateful for the chance to be able to touch her again—at last—Kyle walked up behind her, moving in close, wrapping his arms around her, spooning their bodies together, and resting his cheek against hers as he gazed in contentment over the rolling fields and hills and woods. The trees showed russets, oranges and reds in the late autumn morning.
‘It’s beautiful here,’ he murmured after a moment, hearing the wistfulness in his own voice.
‘I like it.’
‘I’m not surprised. It’s part of you.’ He snuggled closer, breathing in the fresh air and the teasing scent of her skin. ‘I always wanted to find somewhere like this to live. Helen and I…’
The words trailed off, uncertainty gripping him, and he was surprised when Alexandra’s hands came to rest over his. ‘Go on,’ she invited softly.
‘We’d bought a nice place not far from town, but we didn’t have much land and the views weren’t as good as this. It had to be sold when we divorced.’
She nodded, her fingers briefly tightening on his, but she didn’t offer any platitudes. It was clear she understood, and that meant more to him than words.
‘Max disturbed you?’
‘No, but he was staring at me when I woke.’ A smile curved his mouth and he nuzzled against her. ‘Can’t say I wasn’t hoping to wake up cuddling you, though.’
Again a flush warmed her cheeks. ‘The cattle had started bellowing for their breakfast,’ she offered by way of explanation, but he couldn’t help wondering if she would have stayed with him otherwise. A curl of unease tightened inside him as he sensed her edginess, a distance growing between them. Was she regretting what had happened last night?
‘Right.’
‘They’re impatient, being back inside for the winter.’ Her gaze turned to the fields, her voice thick with emotion as she continued. ‘Coming back here…Well, I wished it could have been for di
fferent reasons. Dad loved this place, and he knew I did too. That’s why he left it to me. It wasn’t a hard decision to stay.’
‘I’m still amazed how you cope with everything,’ Kyle admitted, concerned for her, in awe of her strength and determination.
‘The place can’t pay its own way now. I have to work if I want to keep it. And I do want that. More than anything.’
They returned to the kitchen and Alexandra poured him a mug of coffee.
‘Thanks.’ He watched her, desperately wanting her back in his arms.
For now she was busy again, putting food bowls in the porch and outside the back door for the cats, who approached cautiously, regarding him with wary suspicion. Next it was Max’s turn. But, just as Kyle hoped Alex was done and he could reclaim her attention, she edged towards the door, looking nervous and uncertain.
‘I’ll, um, just have a shower and get dressed.’
Sipping his coffee, he watched her go, a frown creasing his brow. ‘To hell with this,’ he muttered after a moment, setting his half-empty mug in the sink and following her.
She was already under the shower spray when he arrived in the bathroom, unaware of his presence as he shed his clothes and left them in a heap on the floor with hers before stepping in behind her. She gasped as he slid his arms around her, drawing her back against him.
‘Kyle!’
‘It’s more environmentally friendly to share. It conserves water and electricity.’
He felt the chuckle ripple through her. ‘Is that right?’
‘Mmm. Besides, I missed you. Needed you.’
He bent his head, setting his mouth to her shoulder, nipping her soft, golden flesh with his teeth before salving the sting with his tongue, making her moan. Taking the soap, he worked up a lather before slowly and intimately re-learning her body. He lingered over the generous swell of her full, firm breasts, teasing the nipples that peaked enticingly against his palms, then his hands moved down over the smooth curve of her belly, pausing to explore her sensitive navel before sliding downwards again. She whimpered, instinctively widening her stance, and he used one hand to cup between her legs.
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