Chase and Seduction (12 page)

"I want you inside me, Chase,” she demanded, her face so intense, he couldn't hold out any longer.

With coordinated agility, he pulled off her boots while she undid his belt and jeans. And he tugged her t-shirt over her head while she wiggled out of her jeans. Then his boots were off, her bra was gone, and they stood naked, admiring each other in the sunshine flooding through the windows.

"You're beautiful.” He cupped her breasts and bent to kiss them, then sucked a hard nipple into his mouth. Nothing felt this perfect, or tasted this sweet. And the sounds she made drove him wild.

Picking her up in his arms, he walked to the bed and laid her carefully on the comforter. The dark silk highlighted the creaminess of her perfect skin. He ran his hands along her thighs, and she watched him through heavy lidded eyes, her breath fast and loud.

He should finesse her, love her with his mouth, make her come with his tongue. Twice. But the need to push his hard cock inside her hot slit consumed him, and when she bent her knees and spread her legs for him, the way she knew he loved, it was out of his control.

His bed was tall enough that with a slight adjustment to his stance, he could slip his rod into her pussy so easily. His fingers played in her curls, finding the hard nub of her clit and tapping gently, then the scent of her arousal hit him and there was no more playing around. He slid his hand down her pussy lips, finding them wet and hot for him.

As he slid one finger in, she arched off the bed and cried out, her hands gripping the fabric on each side of her. Then he slipped two fingers in, and her squeak of pleasure registered in his balls, tightening them to the point where he was ready to shoot his load.

As he withdrew his fingers, her hot cream dripped onto the bedspread, and he wanted to spend the rest of the day staining every inch of the damn thing.

"Condom,” she said. “There's a box in my suitcase."

"Sure.” He didn't blame her for being careful, even if she was on the pill. He'd never had sex without a condom, his whole life, but with Reno, as soon as he could convince her to move in, he'd bring up the subject of relying on just the pill.

Goddamn, the idea of sliding his big dick bareback into her tight little cunt...His balls pulsed again, and he had to get his mind back on the condom search before all his blood flew south and left his brain useless.

As he unzipped her bag, she called, “Left pocket."

He found the box and had his rod sheathed in some kind of tickler, for-her-pleasure, extra sensitive, whatever. At least it wasn't purple. But he'd wear anything she asked, as long as he could be inside her.

She lay on the bed watching his every move, her arms above her head, her knees bent and her beautiful cunt open and waiting for him.

Her pouty pussy lips gleaming with moisture, luring him in. He could look at her for hours. Days. Even years, if she'd let him. Standing between her legs again, he kissed her knee, then the inside of her thigh.

"Please,” she whispered as his mouth lingered over the opposite thigh. “Fuck me, Chase."

He smiled, knowing he was the man who taught her that naughty, sexy language, but his face sobered as he lifted her legs straight in the air, pressing them against his chest, the touch of her silky skin ramping up his desire. Then the head of his cock touched her slick lips, and it was all over.

"Say it again.” He nudged her cunt with the head of his cock, the pressure building at the base of his spine nearly overpowered his self-control.

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” Her voice broke as she shifted her hips, trying to get more of him inside her.

Then he pushed in, but as much as he wanted to go slow, it didn't happen, and he buried himself to his balls. “So fucking tight. Hot and wet. Goddamn, I can't...” Every nerve buzzed as if he would implode. He reached between them, his thumb immediately finding her clit.

She screamed his name and closed her eyes, her muscles quivering and her canal contracting around his cock. His blood boiled and his hips pumped faster, each thrust deeper until he couldn't contain the pressure, and he shot a jet of cum so powerful and consuming that his mind shut down, and he had to brace himself on the bed, his hands beside her breasts. Each spurt of ejaculate sent a fire racing up his spine into his brain, weakening him,

He rolled to the side pulling her with him, his cock still half inside her jerking with the last traces of his epic climax.

With her eyes closed, she made a grumpy face and threw one leg over his hip and pulled his body closer, sliding his still-erect cock back into her. “I don't ever want to be empty again."

He smiled and kissed her forehead. Could this mean she was thinking about long-term as well? When should he ask her? How? He made his living with words, but this was different. These words weren't meant for millions to hear, they were meant for only one perfect woman, and he had to get it right the first time.

He shook off the tension building in his shoulders. When the time was right, he'd know it, and the right words would flow from the poet side of his brain. For now, he was damn happy just having her in his arms.

After lunch, set at a cute patio table beside the cowboy boot-shaped pool, Reno finally relaxed. Chase had sent Sue Lynn and Sam home, and busied himself playing the perfect host. He refilled her glass with ice and sweet tea, and offered her another cookie, her favorite oatmeal raisin, baked that morning by Sam.

She could see a nervousness in his eyes and hear it in his words. Something was going on with him, but she was too afterglow-happy to delve into it. Making love to Chase had been wild and manic, and both of them had come too fast, but they had lots of time to work on their stamina. When he was ready to talk, he'd unload.

Taking her hand. Chase gave her a tour of his home, and she could barely come up with words to describe the opulence. Rich wood floors covered by thick, contemporary rugs. Lots of leather furniture in colors matching each room's decor.

"It's like I'm in a museum,” she whispered in the billiard room as she gently rolled the queue ball across the red felt table.

"It's fancy, but it just needs a woman's touch to make it cozy.” He walked up behind her and pulled her back against him. “Do you think...” His voice cracked.

She turned her head and looked up at him. His eyes held an intensity that was either determination or fear. Or both. “Don't ask me for any decorating advice. I'm useless with pillows and tchotchkes.” She craned her neck to see his face.

"No. I wanted to know what you think of it. If you could see yourself...” He closed his eyes for a second, then stared at the ceiling. Looking for the words?

She turned in his arms and hugged him around the waist. “What is it, Chase?” It seemed serious.

With a look of frustration, he shrugged his eyebrows. “How about a ride?"

"On a horse?” The panic in her voice conveyed only half of what she felt.

"We'll start with a four wheeler, and work our way up."

Chase tucked Reno behind him on a four-wheeler and showed her the ranch, his chest swelling with pride at her excited comments. The next morning, he gave her a riding lesson then they rode horses along the beach. The second, they sailed out into the gulf. In the heat of the day, they made frozen drinks and floated in the pool for hours, talking. But each evening they took long, quiet walks, holding hands and watching the sunset. He even picked wild Bluebonnets and tucked them in her hair. Shit, he was a total fool for her, and he didn't care.

The third afternoon of her visit, Chase walked into the house from the barn and found Reno in the library, sitting in a chair typing on her laptop.

He leaned over behind her and kissed her neck. “Am I interrupting?"

She clicked save, and turned her head, kissing him on the lips. “Nope. Just finished."

"Good.” He resettled his cowboy hat on his head. “Let's go for a ride."

"Okay.” She shut down the computer. “Let me get my purse.” She stood and looked at him, and uncertainty crinkled her forehead. “Um..."

He looked down at his white muscle shirt, stained with dirt and sweat. “I was thinking a ride on horseback. I need to cool down, and I want to show you the west side of the ranch. There's a lake we can swim in."

Smiling, she walked past him. “Let me get my swim suit and change into riding clothes."

"I'll meet you out front. The horses are saddled and ready, and I had the cook pack a picnic for us."

Reno swung back and kissed him. “How thoughtful."

His hands ached to hold her, but he was a smelly mess from working in the stables. “Hurry up. I'm hotter than sin on a Saturday night."

She grinned and skittered out of the room and up the foyer stairs. “I'll be right down."

Watching her sweet butt hustle up the steps, he licked his lips. Goddamn, he wanted her. His cock shot full of blood, pressing painfully against his zipper.

He'd take her swimming, feed her whatever fancy chow the cook rustled up, then give her a ride she'd never forget.

Three hours later, they lay on a blanket at the edge of the lake. Reno in her now-dry bikini, Chase in his trunks, feeling human again after washing off the grime.

Lying on her back, she gazed up into the tree branches. “Delicious. Where did you find a cook who makes cilantro-lime shrimp salad and stuffs it into a popover?” She patted her stomach.

"He likes having you in the house. He gets away with all that fancy shit. Pardon my language.” He turned his head to look up at the tree. “I like a steak, or burger. Ribs. Fish sometimes."

She glanced at him. “Not a popover-type guy, huh?"

He let out a laugh. “Not hardly. But for you...” He rolled onto his side and touched his hand on her stomach. “I'd even eat French food."

Now she laughed. “What's so terrible about French food?"

"Snails."

"Have you ever tried them?"

"Yep. The first cook I hired wanted to expand my grocery list. Didn't work. He lasted about two weeks, and I sent him packing."

"Did he put cream sauce on your ribs instead of barbecue sauce?"

"Damn near.” He sat up and settled his hat on his head. “The fool tried to stuff a ribeye steak with some kind of pigeon."

"Squab?"

"Yeah, that's what he called it. The guy was nuttier than a squirrel turd."

She laughed and rolled toward him. He loved her smile. Then he glanced down at her breasts, barely covered by her pink bikini, and his cock stiffened.

"C'mon over here."

Her cheeks pinked up, and she batted her lashes. “What do you have in mind, cowboy?"

As he pushed one cloth triangle to the side of her breast, his fingers caressed her tight nipple, stroking it, squeezing just enough to let her know he was serious. Then he replaced his fingers with his lips. He bit the sweet bud and flicked it with his teeth.

She moaned and grabbed on to his bicep.

His hand slid down her soft skin to the top of her bikini bottom, then slowly snuck under the fabric, finding her clit hard for him, and her lips juicy and just starting to swell.

Within seconds, he had her bottom off and he slid a finger up into her sweet cunt. “Goddamn, woman. You make me insane."

"Do I?” she moaned.

"You know you do. You walk around my house with that twitchy little ass of yours.” He slid his finger out of her and reached into the pocket of his trunks for a condom.

"Twitchy little...how dare you?” she snapped with a grin on her face. Then she stood, and with her hands on her hips, said, “I thought I had a bodacious ass, like in your song.” She turned and sashayed away through the tall grass and wildflowers.

Her smooth skin in the sunlight made his mouth water for a long, sensuous lick of every part of her. And her curvy ass, damn if he didn't want to slide his cock into her puckered little hole, but he was too fired up to fuck her back door right now. He'd save that pleasure for a day when he had more time. And patience. Right now, he had to be inside her...

"Get your ass back here,” he shouted and arched up to slide off his trunks. His cock bounced free in the warm air.

"You didn't say please.” She flipped her hair back at him, and bent at the waist to pick a flower.

The view of her sweet pussy framed by her perfect, round ass was outrageous, and he palmed his shaft, sliding his hand along its length, wanting it to be her skin.

He should beg, just to get his cock inside her, but whatever game she was playing, he wanted to play, too. “Woman! Don't make me come after you!"

She straightened, showing him her profile. “You could never catch me, old man."

"Old?” He leapt to his feet, and she jerked, dropping the flower. “I'll show you old.” He stalked toward her.

She let out a shriek and bolted in the opposite direction, laughing crazily.

He took a hop, then ran hard and fast, and was upon her in seconds. Grabbing her around the waist, he lifted her off her feet. “There's no getting away from me, Reno."

She slapped at his hands. “Let me go, you evil letch."

He released her, only to grab one wrist, bend and grab her opposite knee, and lift her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, her warm skin rubbing against his, kindling a fire in each nerve she touched.

She squealed and laughed. “Chase, you put me down."

Dominating her this way sent a rush of desire through him, and her weight felt like a feather as he strode back to their blanket. Reaching up, he swatted her behind. “You hush now."

Her indrawn breath was followed by a soft moan. Then she asked, “And if I don't hush?"

He spanked her again, harder, and she whimpered, a sound he recognized as pleasure. His woman liked a little discipline. And he'd enjoy giving it. A fresh surge of blood pulsed into his cock as he visualized how he wanted her. On her hands and knees in front of him, her ass high in the air, her slit open and slick for him.

At their blanket, he set her down, and when she turned to scamper off again, he held her wrist. “Uh uh. The only place you're going is on your knees."

Her eyelids drooped and she bit her lip, her body shivering even in the Texas heat. She obeyed, kneeling before him staring up at him just inches from the head of his stiff cock. Then she licked her lips and looked at his rod.