Page 61 of Untamed Heart
The feeling was unlike anything I’d ever known. To be this attracted to someone, to know what was building inside and now to have him on me, in me, groaning as we moved together was a kind of intensity I’d never felt before.
‘You are so fucking beautiful,’ he whispered against my ear, his tongue tracing the edge of it, kissing the soft, sensitive skin behind.
I shuddered, hearing him moan as I gripped harder with my legs, returning his kiss, starting at the top of his jaw and working slowly down his neck. I wasn’t able to put into words the way he looked to me, the way I felt like I was being slowly dissolved by him, becoming part of him. That I wanted nothing and no one else.
We drifted towards the edge of the pool, my back against the smooth stones, and every thrust he made was intense, a kind of wonderful agony against the feel of his tongue in my mouth, the way his finger idly circled my nipple.
‘Don’t stop,’ I whispered as I felt him begin to slow, knowing that if he came, I would too. There’d be time for moving slower, but now wasn’t it. Not after what had felt like an eternity of waiting. ‘Cole, I want you . . .’
‘I’m yours,’ he breathed, our movement building, desperate. I gasped as it happened, gripping his hand, his fingers slipping between mine as they had before, leaning back as my eyes closed, an explosion of heat and fire ripping through us both.
As it faded and I tried to catch my breath, he pulled me to him, holding me like we were the only two people in the world. I rested my head against his shoulder as I slowly returned to myself, turning to lay a single kiss on the smooth skin there. His heart was beating as fast as mine as he returned it, his lips pressing against my temple.
We said nothing, but there was no need.
We both knew what it meant.
CHAPTER16
I had no idea how much time had passed in the tiny tent, I only knew that I never wanted it to end. With just a thin bedroll beneath us and two sleeping bags opened up on top of us, trying to sleep and stay warm would’ve been difficult anyway, even if we’d been able to stop touching each other.
But we couldn’t.
Totally wrapped up in each other, we slept intermittently, only to be awoken by the feel of the other’s lips, or a hand tracing the lines of a body, lighting a whole new fire and starting another wave of need. When the first light finally surrounded the canvas and we could make each other out again, I knew the way he looked at me had changed. Deepened.
There was pure, feral lust there, the force behind the way he kissed me, working all the way down my body until I almost passed out from the sensation, his hands as skilled as his mouth. But there was something else, something more profound, in the moments before and after. I stroked his cheek, wondering if it was the same thing I felt, wishing I could get inside his mind as well as his body.
‘Can we stay here?’ I whispered, smiling as he wrapped himself tightly around me, his face pressed to my hair, breathing it in as he kissed my head.
‘As long as you want,’ he murmured, his voice rumbling deep in his chest.
‘What if I want it for ever?’ I asked, feeling him pause and move back so he could look into my face.
He let a silence fall as his eyes moved over me and he took my left hand in his, stroking my fingers.
‘I want you to stay for ever too,’ he began, his eyes holding mine. ‘But it’s your call. I know you have a life back home and with everything here as it is . . . I’d understand if this was just a one-time thing.’
I smiled, despite myself.
‘One-time? That ship sailed a while ago.’
He laughed, the tiny dimple above his lips forming, his eyes alight.
‘You know what I’m saying,’ he replied, stroking my hair, letting the curls run between his fingers. ‘I’m Wyoming born and bred, and here, however things look with tough guys and cowboys, it’s women that make the real calls. Behind every decent man in this state is a much better woman, and if he’s lucky, she might be half as fine as you.’
I smiled, waiting as he drew closer on our makeshift pillows, kissing the corners of my mouth.
‘I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting you,’ he said between kisses, the gaps shortening as I responded, pulling him down over me, wanting the weight of his body on mine.
‘Show me,’ I whispered.
It was some time before he finished showing me.
In the quiet that fell across us afterwards, the sounds of the landscape filtered through as the mountains awoke. The low, soft rush of the river beyond, a growing chorus of birdsong and the occasional rustle of the canvas, whipped up by the breeze.
‘Come with me,’ he whispered eventually, as our heart rates had returned to normal. ‘Brace yourself, though.’
Before I could protest, openly ogling his completely naked and utterly mouth-watering body, he pulled me up and led me by the hand out of the tent.
