Debbi Rawlins - One Unforgettable Night - Wild at Heart / From This Moment On / Her Last Best Fling

“Take a guess. Now go for it, you loose woman.” He pinched her nipple faster. “We’re almost there.”

“So am…I.” When the spasms hit, she pressed her face against his shirt to muffle her cries. She didn’t want to scare the horse. But, oh, this was fun. Before meeting Luke, she would never have dreamed of doing such a thing.

True to his word, Luke had her out of the saddle the minute they reached the shade of her pine tree. She was feeling pretty mellow, so she didn’t mind when he laid her down on the pine-needle-and-leaf-strewn ground. His expression was so intense that she figured this would be an epic coupling.

He had her shorts off in a flash, but he wasted no time on his clothes. Hooking his hat on the saddle horn, he unbuckled his belt and wrenched down his zipper so he could free his cock and suit up. He didn’t bother with foreplay, either. Moving over her, he spread her legs and drove in deep.

She expected him to pump fast and come quickly, but he surprised her. Once they were securely locked together, he propped himself up on his forearms and shifted so he could cradle her head in both hands. They stayed like that as he gazed down at her without moving. He seemed to be studying her.

Wrapping her arms around him, she looked into his eyes. They were still hot, but his expression had lost some of its desperation. “I thought you were in a hurry,” she said.

“I was. To get here.” Although he’d seemed to be up to the hilt, he managed to slide in a fraction more. “Right here.”

“I thought I wouldn’t see you until later.”

“I switched afternoons with Shorty.” He eased back and shoved home again. “I’ll work for him tomorrow afternoon.”

“Why?”

“I needed this.” And he began a slow, steady rhythm as he held her gaze. “I needed…you.”

The walls she’d carefully constructed around her heart began to weaken. He shouldn’t say things like that. He didn’t mean it the way another man might, but…how sweetly he was loving her. How easy to look into those warm brown eyes and imagine that something more than lust had captured him.

“I’m glad you’re here.” She grasped his hips and lifted to meet him. “I needed you, too.”

He smiled as he continued the lazy back-and-forth movement. “Guess so. Running around the place without underwear. What were you thinking?”

“This.”

“Yeah? You wanted to have sex on the ground?”

“No. I just…wanted you inside me.”

“That’s nice to hear, but how about a side order of a nice juicy orgasm?” He leaned down and brushed his mouth over hers. “I know you’ve already indulged, but…”

“I’ll take another, please.”

“I thought you might. FYI, don’t yell. Smudge is a calm horse, but let’s not push it.”

“I won’t yell.”

“You might want to.” Nibbling on her lower lip, he increased the pace slightly. “How’s that feel?”

Tension coiled within her. “Good.”

He moved a little bit faster. “And that?”

She gasped. “Better.”

“Wrap your legs around me. We’re going for best.”

Once she did, opening to him completely, he took command, his rapid thrusts bringing her quickly to the edge and hurling her over.

As sensations brilliant as diamonds cascaded through her, she started to cry out. He kissed her hard, capturing her cries as he continued to pump again and again. At last, wrenching his mouth from hers, he groaned and plunged once more.

His body shook and he gulped for air. “Hope I didn’t…hurt your mouth.”

Her words were forced out as she panted. “No…sorry…forgot the horse.”

“I’ll take that…as a compliment.”

“Do.”

“Ah, Naomi.” He leaned his forehead against hers. “You’re every man’s fantasy.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“And I like the feel of you…under me, on top of me, riding in front of me on my saddle while you give yourself a climax… .” He lifted his head and smiled down at her. “You know what we should do now?”

“I can’t imagine, but whatever it is, I’m up for it.”

“See, that’s what I’m talking about. You’re ready for whatever.”

“I am, if I can do it with you.”

“Then let’s go skinny-dipping in the stream. I’m all sweaty after that little episode. You, of course, are perfect and only a bit moist, but—”

“Liar. My hair’s plastered to the back of my neck. But I thought you didn’t like cold water.”

“I think I’d like it better in the heat of the day than first thing in the morning.”

She laughed. “Luke, it’s still cold in that water, even at this time of day.”

“Not as cold, I’ll bet, and I want to prove to you I’m not a wuss. Also, I want to talk to you about something.”

“What?”

“Nothing earthshaking, or at least I hope it’s not, but I want your opinion. Let’s go get in the water and talk. Unless you need to check on the eagles.”

“The webcam’s babysitting the eagles and I changed the batteries this morning. We can skinny-dip.”

“Great.”

Twenty minutes later, Luke had staked Smudge to his grazing spot and they stood by the stream like Adam and Eve. Their clothes lay on the bank, along with Naomi’s beach towel.

“I’m going first.” Luke started down to the water. “To prove I’m a manly man.”

“You don’t have to prove that to me, cowboy.” She drank in the sight of his tight buns, muscled back and strong thighs. Talk about a fantasy.

He stepped into the water and his breath hissed out.

“Want to change your mind?” Naomi couldn’t help smiling. He was a baby about cold water. “We could put some water in a saucepan and let it warm in the sun. Then you could take a sponge bath.”

“Nope. I’m doing this.” Taking a deep breath, he plunged in, sending water splashing as he plowed over to the deepest part, which was still less than three feet. Then he sat down with another loud splash and a strangled groan.

“That was quite a production.”

“It’s cold as hell.”

“I told you.”

“Shouldn’t it be warmer by now?”

“Did you happen to notice there’s still snow on the mountains?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s where this water comes from. It’s snowmelt.”

“Oh.” He glanced over at her. “You’re coming in, right?”

“Of course. I do this every day.” She stepped into the water.

“How come you’re not shivering?”

“I have this mental trick. As I’m immersing myself in cold water, I visualize it being warm.” She made her way over to him and sat down.

“You can do that?”

“Sure. So could you. Don’t think about the water as being cold. Tell yourself it’s like bathwater.”

He gazed at her. “I’m going to visualize having sex with you, instead. That should heat me up really fast.”

“If you keep looking at me like that, you’ll heat me up, too. And then what?”

His slow smile hinted at watery pleasures. “We’ll do something about it.”

Despite what they’d already shared today, her body responded. “I thought you wanted to talk. But if you’d rather get friendly instead, you’re headed in the right direction.”

He sighed. “Right. I do want to talk. It’s just that you’re so beautiful. I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

“Then talk fast.”

He chuckled. “Okay. It’s about my dad.”

“YOUR DAd?” Naomi stared at him, clearly startled.

He should have led up to it more gradually, but they’d become so close in the past week that he’d forgotten she didn’t know anything about his parents. Yet why would she? He’d never told her. But now he needed a friend’s advice. He would have gone to Nash, except Nash was involved in wedding and honeymoon plans. And besides, this was the sort of touchy-feely situation that he sensed Naomi would understand. He trusted her.