The Lawman's Promise Page 11

  “Why the hell did you just reject me?”

  He stood. “Blake, it wasn’t rejection.”

  “Oh, then what do you call it when I practically throw myself at you and you simply treat me like we were back being kids again? It took you long enough back then to let me know how you felt!”

  He tore his hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I thought it was the right thing.”

  “You don’t want me?”

  “Damn, sweetheart. I’m only trying to do my job. I want to protect you. The quickest thing that can make a law man an idiot is a soft, warm body in his bed.”

  She frowned, her brows puckering as she studied him. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You expect me to believe that load of crap?”

  “It’s the truth,” he said firmly. “If I’m expected to do my duty, then I need to stay focused.”

  She wet her lips, then tucked her lower lip between her teeth, nibbling. He’d never seen her look sexier. “I can admit that twelve years hasn’t dampened the fact that I still want you, more than I ever have.” She looked at him through the veil of her lashes. “If you just want to be friends…”

  His shaft turned steely and strained against his boxers. “I do, but not only.”

  Her lips curved into a smile that made him harder. They stood there for the longest time, their eyes doing all of the talking, and it was a heated conversation. Then they couldn’t take it any longer, they met halfway across the room, coming together with an explosion of lips and tongues. He forced himself not to go too fast. He didn’t want to make any mistakes, but the fact that she was here and responding to him like warm putty in his hands made him feel that she wasn’t planning to put a stop to this anytime soon.

  Duff buried his hand in her long, silken curls, mesmerized in the feel of the thick mass against his palm. He slipped his tongue deeper in her mouth, sampling her like the first Georgian peach from a tree. She tangled her tongue with his, giving as well as receiving. Her hand dropped to his ass and she squeezed. Her other hand was at his boxers, slipping passed the elastic band and dipping her hand inside. Her fingers wrapped around his sweltering shaft and he sucked in a deep breath, concentrating on keeping his wits about him.

  He wasn’t sure how long he’d last, but at this point he was afraid he’d go right there in her palm. That wouldn’t be good enough. A woman like Blake deserved to be touched, explored, and made love to.

  He pulled his mouth from hers and took her hand from his boxers. She looked at him as if she could drill him with invisible nails, but before a word could slip from her swollen, pink lips, he swung her up into his arms.

  “This, sweetheart, needs to take place in your bedroom. You wouldn’t believe how many times I dreamed of sneaking into your bedroom in the middle of the night and climbing into bed with you. We’re adults now and I don’t have to sneak. I want to share your bed with you.”

  He carried her down the hall, kicked open the door further and inhaled the sweet scent of vanilla. A woman’s bedroom always smelled real nice.

  ****

  She’d half expected him to set her down to her feet, but no, he gently tossed her into the center of her soft mattress. She bounced twice before coming to a stop on the flowered comforter. Lifting herself up onto her knees, she got a good look at him as he stood beside the bed in his boxers, a small amount of flesh visible through the hole at the crotch. She’d often wondered if those holes were meant to entice horny women. He was in such great shape, not from the gym, but from hard work, riding in the saddle and getting his hands dirty. He shifted his feet and his stomach muscles clenched into tight coils. She wanted to lick his six pack and explore every inch of him with her tongue. He had the body that a woman could worship and never get tired of touching.

  He tucked his thumbs into the elastic band of his underwear and, with a flick of his wrists, he dropped them to the floor. There was no shyness there, not like when he was a teenager, still finding his confidence. She swooned and felt her inner thighs tingle. The man made her salivate. At this moment, every memory of any other man disappeared, forgotten at the snap of a finger and a look at a sexy cowboy standing inches from her.

  His thick, long cock stood fully erect, a pearl of pre-cum glistened at the tip. She didn’t want to let his slick juices go to waste, or that he was hard and ready. She bent onto her hands and knees, brazenly crawling toward him, her ass high in the air. The only thing she wore was the T-shirt, the soft material floated around her waist, showing off her bare ass, making the moment seem sexier.

  When she reached him, he shifted closer, holding his cock at the right level for her mouth. She couldn’t wait to have him buried between her lips, suckling him deep. She’d looked forward to this.

  Wrapping her fingers around his thick girth, she leaned in, swirling her tongue across his tip, swiping up the bead like it was a delicacy. Mostly sweet with a little bit of salt. Mm.

  He jerked and grew harder. He’d never fit into her mouth at this rate. She’d have to improvise.

  “Nice,” she moaned. A deep groan escaped his throat. His hand trembled slightly as he brushed his fingers along her cheek. She liked knowing that she made him hungry for her. Lifting up on her knees, she slid her hands along his wide shoulders and down along his sinewy chest, the springy dark hairs tickled her fingertips and his flat nipples hardened like BB’s under her touch. He stood statue still, his chest rising and falling with each breath as she glided the tips of her nails along his slender hips.

  She wanted to explore and touch ever part of him, reacquaint herself with his body. She smoothed her hands down his muscular thighs, hard and lean of a hard worker.

  He bent and kissed her, slipping his tongue inside, tangling with hers. His kiss left her breathless. “You kiss wonderfully,” she said with a smile. She roamed her hands up his flat stomach and across his erect nipples again, and he sucked in a ragged breath.

  She bent deep at the waist, swiping her tongue around and around the head of his erection, treating it as if it was an ice cream cone and she was a dairy addict. Then she wrapped her lips around his head, sucking lightly, then deeper, pairing softer with firmer suckles. She suckled him in until his tip reached the back of her throat then brought her attention to his head again, swirling and licking her male lollipop. She slid her fingers along his length, wet with her saliva, and gently squeezed his balls. The crisp hair tickled her palms and she tightened her grip ever so slightly. His moans traveled down his chest and through his erection.

  His large hand pressed into the back of her head, tangling his thick fingers in her hair. She thought he was trying to guide her, but instead he was slowing her down. Would he come too fast? She wanted him to come, to feel his release, to spill his juices down her throat. And the way he moved his hips in jerky motions, she realized he was getting closer. Just when she was certain he would release, he pulled away, leaving her mouth empty and void. She whimpered in protest. “That’s not fair!” She looked at him, frowning.

  He laughed. “Oh, once you feel what I’m about to do, you’ll think it’s not only fair, but heaven.” He easily pushed her back onto the bed and she didn’t complain. He reached for her shirt and gave it a tug, lifting it off her body, seams ripping in his haste. She stretched out on her back and slightly spread her thighs to show him how ready she was after having him in her mouth.

  He reached out and slipped his finger down the wet seam of her body and his mouth curved into a naughty smile. “Ripe and ready. Just how I like my pussy.” He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked her cream from his digits. She moaned in delight.

  She had to bite her lips to keep from screaming.

  “How long have you wanted me, baby?” he asked with a husky voice.

  “Always. I’ve thought of nothing else since you put out my fire in the backyard.”

  He chuckled. “Now I’m going to put out one of a different variety.” He smiled broadly. “Yeah, I can feel how wet you are.” He teased he
r clit, rolling his thumb around the bead of desire. He played with the pink folds, sliding one finger along the curves, teasing the flesh. She moved her hips, bringing her body upward to meet his knuckles. She was so desperate for skin-to-skin contact that she was on the verge of begging that he put her out of her raging misery.

  ****

  Duff loved Blake’s breasts. They were perfectly shaped and the most beautiful he’d ever seen. Round, firm, not too small and not too large. The dusky tips of her nipples invited him to suckle and he bent his head, licking one pearly bud until she squirmed under him.

  A cool breeze wafted in from the open window, caressing her lovely body with its gentle touch. Goosebumps scattered her skin and her moist nipples tightened. He grinned as he tapped each one with the tip of his finger. He gave each distended tip the same amount of attention.

  Blake’s hands were clenched into fists, tugging at the comforter as she arched her hips upward, begging him for more without one whimpered word. He didn’t need her verbal request to understand her need had grown. He’d gladly give her more.

  He suckled her nipples until he became dizzy with his own craving. He was so needy, he thought he’d burst. He wanted to sample every inch of her body, lick and indulge in her sweetness.

  Slipping lower, he used his tongue as a guide across her flat stomach and to the bare V of her inner thighs. No woman had ever smelled or tasted like Blake, or affected him in the same way. She was an aphrodisiac that burrowed deep into his bloodstream, one he couldn’t eradicate. After years of casual sex, feeling a void after each nameless woman, he knew this was completely different. How had he gone so long without her? Or worse, how could he go on without her?

  He inhaled her musky scent and his mouth salivated. He wasted no more time and buried his tongue into her moist slit, lapping up the sweet, thick juices. He gently nipped at her clit, then suckled harder. She gasped and tossed her head back, her head thumping the headboard, but she didn’t seem to notice. He pulled back, sliding his middle finger deep into her core, swirling and thrusting rhythmically, then replacing the digit with his tongue.

  “Duff…”

  Her voice sounded somewhere between pleading and pleasure. He absorbed it, loving how he brought her to a place where she could only feel—only need. He withdrew, ridding her of all stimulation. The area between her brows scrunched as she looked up at him, curious and frustrated. Obviously, she liked his tongue a lot. Hell, he liked kissing her exotic places.

  He wouldn’t make her wait too long.

  He ground the heel of his hand against her pussy, rubbing the swollen clit, making claim on her body. Her knees parted, her inner thighs wide, and her pink lips glistened. She intoxicated him, engulfing him in her spell, and he couldn’t think of anything but joining their bodies.

  “Sweetheart, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed us.” Damn. Had he really said that? He had to be careful. This woman already had a hold on him that compared to heavy chains. Before he knew it, he’d be eyeball deep in emotion that he couldn’t control, not that he thought he’d ever want to try.

  With a soft whimper, she lifted her hips and he sank two fingers between the velvety, slick folds, dipping and sliding his fingers into her wetness, caressing and playing with her secret flesh. He found a pace that had her writhing under his palm, and his own nerve endings were awake and charged in need. He withdrew again. Her moan came from a place of desperation.

  “I’ve missed you, Duff. This. Everything,” she claimed in a husky, sex-induced raspiness.

  “You’re an amazing woman. So soft. A dream in flesh.”

  He went back to massaging her clit, circular shapes, his slow rubs sending her into tremors under his touch. He focused on how she moved against him, mimicking the pattern of their movements together. He swirled his finger against her, firm enough to bring her closer and closer to the edge. Her inner thighs quivered and she sipped air through her lips, her breasts quivering. Her thighs were tight and her movements jerky. Lowering his face to her package of wet flesh, he licked and suckled until she cried out, leaving her release slick on his lips.

  He stood and lifted her into his arms, sitting and holding her on his lap. When he spoke, it was a little too hoarse. “I’ve got to slow down, sweetheart. The feeling’s too strong—too overwhelming. I feel like it’s the first time again and I want it to last.”

  “We have all night.” She slid her palm around to the back of his neck and pulled him down, kissing him, coaxing a moan from deep within his chest. His erection prodded her hip, delicious pain, raw desire. She slipped from his lap and stretched out on the comforter, opening her thighs in silent welcome. He came to his hands and knees, lifting himself above her, holding her gaze while he moved closer.

  Time seemed to stand still. His heart was full and his mind relaxed. He plunged one hand deep into her hair, loving the feel of the satin curls against his hardened palms. Her bottom lip trembled as he captured her under his weight, caging her between his arms, his fingers pressing into the bed on either side of her hips.

  He felt her hand at his cock, then the firm clutch of her fingers circling his girth, leading him to the slick cleft between her legs. She lifted her hips and rolled her body against him. A bittersweet pain shot through him, wave after wave.

  There was no longer any patience left in him. He slipped the head of his erection into her body and he stalled, his body stiff, wanting to slow down. “Good God, woman. You’re as hot as the desert in the middle of July.”

  “Don’t stop, Duff. Please, don’t stop!”

  “Still have those condoms?”

  She nodded. “In the nightstand.”

  He pulled away, rolled over and quickly found one foil package. He made haste in ripping it open and rolling it on his cock. Then he was back between her legs and slamming his hips down, entering her velvet lips in one deep thrust, fusing their bodies together as one. He sucked in breath, concentrating on his breathing, controlling the need to burst inside of her with his pent up orgasm. She brought her mouth to his, licking his parted lips, then sliding her tongue inside. The kiss deepened and he lapped up her intimate flavor, drinking her in like a fountain of love, allowing himself to surrender to her—surrender to the complications of his heart. He’d never been a soft man, known to connect with his softer side, but with Blake he only knew to protect her, to take care of her as she deserved.

  She moaned and her cheeks turned rosy with satisfaction. Her pussy clenched and unclenched as the spasms became tighter. The grip of her muscles around his cock pushed him over the edge. The point of control slipped, the boundaries blurred, and before he knew what was happening, sensation after rippling sensation rolled through him, turning his brain fuzzy and he was consumed by the release that gripped him in its amazing hold.

  This was where he belonged.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  LYING TOGETHER, IT seemed natural that he cradled her against his side, her head on his chest. They fit well together and not an ounce of the chains from the past lingered. They were lost in the contentment of exploration and post-orgasm. Blake had never known a better feeling. She’d never felt more alive. Hard to think just earlier today she’d wondered how she’d spend her evening. Little did she know she’d be in the arms of the lawman. Honestly, she’d sort of been hoping.

  “Was it like you remembered?” she asked.

  He chuckled, tickling her inner ear. “Better. It only gets better with you.” He kissed the top of her head. “Crazy that it wa—never mind.”

  “Tell me.” She tickled him.

  “I’m not going to say. You might be offended.”

  “I promise not to be offended. Just spit it out.” His fingers slipped into her hair, wrapping one of her curls around his finger, then letting it fall back into the cloud of other curls. His light touch soothed her.

  “Alright, otherwise you might never forgive me. When I slept with other women, it was your image I saw. Does that make me a cad?” He lifted his head slightly t
o look at her face.

  “I feel sorry for the women, but no, Duff, it doesn’t make you a cad.”

  “Don’t feel sorry for them too much. I was just a release for them too.”

  “You mean there hasn’t been anyone that you’ve been in a relationship with?” She was surprised at this. Granted that he’d been a busy man, at least from what Ross had told her, but as handsome as he was, there should have been at least one woman who wanted to sink her claws into him.

  “No one worth mentioning. Now that must make me an ass.”

  She lifted her face and leaned her chin on the back of her hand braced on his shoulder. “Am I worth mentioning?” Her throat tightened. She couldn’t bear to think what they shared meant nothing—but he seemed to be so caring, so deeply enthralled.

  “Sweetheart, didn’t you hear what I said. I thought of you. Day and night. Doesn’t that tell you something?” His mouth lifted.

  She laid her head back down, enjoying the feel of his fingers smoothing her curls. “Just for the record, I thought it was better than ever, too.”

  “That’s a good thing. I was nothing but a nervous boy twelve years ago. Age does have its benefits.”

  “That’s not the reason.”

  “Oh?” He walked his fingers down her spine.

  “You were very vocal. I loved hearing you tell me what you liked, what you wanted. Such a turn on.” She tugged lightly at one of the coiled hairs in the center of his chest.

  His heartbeat drummed quicker, thrumming her ear. “Damn, I’ll remember that.”

  “I hope you do.”

  His fingers paused on her back. “I’m happy that no cowboy came along and swept you off your feet.”

  “It just wasn’t in the cards.”

  “I’m an asshole for ever leaving. Can’t turn back time, though.”