Destined for the Star (Starstruck) (16 page)

”Shit, baby, are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

She smiled and looked a bit shy.
 

”No, I just thought you should get a look at the merchandise in broad daylight so to speak, while there’s still time for you to turn and run for the hills,” she teased.

”Well then, darlin’,” he drawled, ”let’s have a good look.” He made himself comfortable on the bed again and settled back to enjoy the show.
 

Olivia slowly turned and showed him her sexy back and then she turned back around and, starting from a plié position, she did a double pirouette in front of him. When she was done she dropped her arms and faced him, blushing slightly. He swallowed hard as all the blood in his body seemed to surge and pool in his groin making him so hard it was almost painful.
 

”Beautiful,” he murmured thickly. Her breasts were pure nirvana, perfectly rounded and full, with the most delicious rosy pink nipples crowning the generous areolas. He had always been a breast man, he wasn’t ashamed to admit it, but Olivia didn’t only have the most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen, she had the ass and the legs to go with them. In fact just the thought of her incredible hour-glass figure made him salivate, and the full visual impact of that figure was almost too much for him to handle. He might come in his underwear if she didn’t take pity on him soon.
 

”Sorry, love, but if your plan was to try and scare me off, you’ve failed miserably,” he said and flashed her a devilish grin. ”In fact, I’m not going anywhere. You on the other hand better get that perfect little ass over here right now.”

”I didn’t scare you off?” she said, trying hard to look disappointed. She wasn’t much of an actress, thank God. ”Well then, I guess I’ll just have to go with my Plan B instead.” She crawled onto the bed.
 

”Oh? And what’s that?” he asked, his pulse beating loud and clear.

”I plan to try out a piece of advice Sasha gave me last week. Part of her pep-talk for this trip, I think. But I’m afraid you’re woefully overdressed for the occasion,” she chided him softly.
 

”We’ll have to do something about that then, huh?” he said, never for a second letting his eyes stop roaming her body and beautiful face.

”I’m already on it, babe,” she teased and grabbed his boxers and pulled them off of him. She tossed them triumphantly to the floor.
 

”There, much better,” she said, looking quite pleased with herself. God, how he loved this woman!

”So what was the advice Sasha gave you?” he asked as he watched her face flush pink when she took in the whole length of his eager cock with her eyes. Her eyes were dark violet and shiny with desire.

”Um, sorry, got a little distracted,” she murmured. Then she looked him straight in the face and seemed to concentrate hard to relay the advice correctly. ”She told me to, quote, ’Save a horse and ride a cowboy’.”

He burst out in a snort of laughter.

”That is so lame,” he snorted and shook his head.

”Really? I’ll be sure to tell Sasha you think so,” she grinned and climbed on top of him, placing her hands on his torso. He forced himself to stay still beneath her. She slowly lowered herself over him and brushed her soft moist folds against the length of his erection. He let out a deep groan and thought about how much he longed to flip her over on the bed and slam into her over and over again until they both came undone. But he wouldn’t do that, not this morning when she was probably still sore from last night. This was her show and he was going to be a good boy and just lie back and enjoy it.
 

”Lame, huh? The idea or just the expression?” she teased him as she continued to rub against him, almost causing him to lose control and forget all about his resolution to be a good boy.

”Oh, the idea I have nothing against, at all. I’m all for rescuing animals in need and I love horses so if I can be of any use in that worthwhile pursuit I’m all yours,” he stated solemnly as he reached behind her and grabbed a good handful of each of her buttocks and squeezed.

She let out a surprised gasp and then she smiled at him, biting down on her bottom lip. She lifted her ass and perched her slick entrance right at the top of his erection and held still.

”Maybe I should go find myself a horse instead,” she mused and held his gaze.

He growled threateningly at her and moved his hands to her breasts instead, cupping their silky weight in his ravenous hands. God, they felt like heaven in his palms.

”Don’t you dare, you little minx,” he murmured and began teasing her nipples with his fingers.

She moaned and slowly lowered herself onto him. Her impossibly tight, impossibly hot silken channel closed in on him. He groaned and had to force himself to stay still and not take charge and start pounding into her.

”Mmm…” she moaned as her body swallowed him, one exquisite inch at a time. ”Nate,” she said and looked into his eyes, ”you feel so good. I wish I could tell you how good this feels.”

”Baby, I think I already know. Nothing has ever felt better than being inside you,” he gasped.

She paused when she finally had taken all of him and he thought he might die if she didn’t start moving soon. He reached his hand out and started slowly rubbing circles against her clit. She moaned softly and began moving up and down his shaft. She was so beautiful and sexy above him - he memorized every detail of her riding him to keep with him for the long, lonely nights without her he knew were coming up soon.

”Nate,” she moaned, her voice trembling and breathless, her eyes searching for his, glazed over with desire and a slight uncertainty. He could see she was already near the edge and he grabbed hold of her hips and started pushing into her, helping her ride him hard until she cried out and he felt her soft wet heat contract and spasm all around him. The sensation of her orgasm drove him too over the edge. He called out her name as he was taken over by the most powerful orgasm he’d ever experienced.

When he surfaced again she had collapsed on top of him, her otherworldly mane of gleaming amber curls spread out over his chest. He kissed the top of her head and whispered in her ears all the things his heart was full of.

After a while she lifted her head and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

”Wow! I think I just found myself a new motto to live by. I have to thank Sasha for it when I get back.”

He chuckled softly into her curls.

”I love you, Olivia.”

Chapter 12

The days passed all too quickly in a blissful state of love-making and talking. Olivia felt as if she couldn’t get enough of either.
 

The third day, when they woke up, it was snowing outside. The ground was covered in a thick blanket of snow.
 

Nate was thrilled.
 

”Look, Olivia! It’s snowing.” He beamed at her. ”Let’s go outside after breakfast.”

”Sure,” she readily agreed. Was it possible she could love him more with every passing day? How could that be? It seemed impossible to her that she could love him even more than she did yesterday, but somehow she did.
 

”What are you thinking now, love?” he asked between bites of his breakfast.

”I was thinking how much I love you.”

”I love you too, Olivia, with every fibre of my being,” he said and caressed her face.

”Does it ever snow in Oklahoma?” she asked after a while.

”Not much. But it happens some winters. Never this much, though. Only an inch or two,” he told her. ”Some winters are mild but most winters it’s just cold and miserable, with the harsh winds coming in off the prairies. Sometimes there are ice storms and everything shuts down.”

”Why?” she asked, confused.

”Why? Because there are no snowplows or such equipment,” he explained. ”And no one has snow-chains on their cars. So it would be very dangerous to drive around.”

”Oh,” she said, ”I didn’t know that.”

”I loved when it snowed when I was a kid, because it meant we got the day off from school. Sometimes several days in a row.” He smiled at the memory. ”And I would stay outside all day, trying to gather enough snow for a snowman.”

She smiled at him and reached to kiss his cheek.
 

”I bet we could make a really nice snowman today,” she said.
 

And that they did. It kept snowing and after a few minutes, they pretty much resembled a couple of snowmen themselves. She went inside to find a carrot, to use as a nose for the snowman, but when she stepped outside again she didn’t see Nate anywhere.

”Nate?” she called out.
 

No answer. She started walking over to the snowman, when she was suddenly hit by a snowball in the back. She spun around and saw Nate grinning broadly behind the corner of the house, already preparing more balls to throw. She dropped the carrot and quickly made a huge, hard snowball. Then she fired, but he saw it coming and ducked behind the house, so it struck the façade instead.
 

She threw herself around the opposite corner of the house and ran as fast as she could around the back. She didn’t have any illusions that she would manage to take him by surprise, but when she caught sight of him, he was peeking around the corner, a big ball of snow ready in his hand.
 

She saw her chance and grabbed fistfuls of snow from the ground as she ran up behind him. She threw herself at him, pushing the snow in his face, from behind.
 

He fell down.

”Shit, that’s cold!” He roared with laughter and pulled her down with him in the snow. His face was completely covered in snow, even his long, dark eyelashes had snowflakes at their tips. She laughed so hard she couldn’t speak.
 

”I suddenly feel an overwhelming desire to kiss you, right here on the neck,” he said and pressed his ice cold, snowy face and freezing lips against the sensitive skin on her neck. She squealed in horror. He didn’t let go, but kept kissing her until all the snow on his face had melted off and dripped down her neck, inside her clothes.
 

”You are a cruel man,” she laughed. ”Is that any way to treat a lady?”

”Sorry,” he grinned, not looking even remotely remorseful. ”Will you forgive me, if I take you inside and warm you up properly?” he asked, a naughty look on his face.
 

”Perhaps,” she yielded.
 

”Come on then,” he growled and threw her across his shoulder, with a tight grip on her butt.
 

”Let me down, you brute!” she yelled.

He just laughed and gave her butt a good slap.
 

”Oh, you are in so much trouble, mister,” she threatened darkly, but she couldn’t keep the laughter completely out of her voice.
 

”Looking forward to your punishment, ma’am,” he teased and went inside the house.
 

He put her down in front of the fire that he lit every morning and they kept going all day. He removed all of her clothes and then his own before he lowered himself over her. His amazing green eyes were so full of awe every time he looked at her. She wondered if her eyes mirrored that tender awe when she looked at him. They should, because that was how she felt.
 

He pressed his lips to her neck and she shrieked.

”You’re still cold as ice,” she complained.

”Sorry, sweetheart,” he chuckled. ”They’ll be warmed up soon enough.” He continued kissing her, softly licking the snowdrops from her skin.
 

”What are you doing?” she murmured.
 

”I’m drying you off, my way.”

”Huh,” she said, knitting her fingers in his hair. She let him keep at it for a while, then she said:

”Nate?”

”Yes, my love?” he murmured between kisses.

”I don’t think it’s having the intended effect.”

He stopped and looked at her, clearly confused.
 

”Certain parts of me are getting more wet, not less,” she pointed out, laughter thick in her voice.
 

”Oh,” he said, catching her meaning. Then he shot her that devilish grin and murmured conspiratorially:

”Want me to try and lick those parts dry for you?”

She grinned at him.
 

”I doubt it’ll work, but please, be my guest,” she agreed, spreading wide for him.
 

When he’d made her come twice with his mouth, she couldn’t take it any longer.
 

”Nate, please,” she groaned, ”I need you inside me, now!”

He laughed softly as he plunged himself deep inside her.
 

* * *

Afterwards, as they lay in a tangled mess of sweaty limbs, perfectly content, Nate said:

”God, Olivia, you are so much more than any man could ever dream of - I can’t believe you’re mine.”

”That’s funny,” she smiled, ”I can’t believe you are mine.” She rolled on top of him, tracing his beauty with her fingertips. She wanted to memorize every single detail of his gorgeous face, so that she could hold on to that when he went away again.
 

”Olivia?” he said after a while.

”Yes?”
 

”You know I have to leave in a few days, to get that business done in Paris and some other places?”

”Yes, I know.”

”It’s going to be a week of only work for me, with a really intense schedule. But we’ll call as often as possible and after that week I’m getting the rest of the year off from work.”

”Really?” she said, lighting up at the thought. ”Do you think you could spend some of that time here with me?”

”Yes,” he smiled. ”I was hoping you’d let me hang with you that whole time, as a matter of fact.”

”Are you serious?” she exclaimed, thrilled to the core at the prospect. ”Will you spend Christmas here with me?” she asked eagerly. ”We usually go up to my grandparents for the holidays.”

”I’d love to,” he smiled, ”if they’ll have me.”

”They would be thrilled. When I called to ask if we could use the cabin this week, I told my grandpa about you, how special you are and how happy you make me. I know they’re dying to meet you.” She smiled happily at him.