To Desire a Wilde (14 page)

“Y
ou look good wearing my robe.”

Ellie turned around at the sound of Shilah's voice, grasping the lapels of his robe tighter around her body.

As promised, Shilah had cut the twenty-minute drive in half. As they'd arrived at the ranch, she'd quickly saddled up and ridden the short distance to where her father was in the difficult process of delivering the second of two breech-birth foals.

With Ellie's professional help, the second foal's birth had been less traumatic, and the delivery had gone much faster.

When she began helping her father with the cleanup, he stopped her, saying, “I think the boys can handle it from here. Why don't you go back to your date?” He cast her a knowing glance, which made her blush.

She'd stood up on tiptoe and kissed her father's cheek
and left, riding back to the house. When she'd arrived, she'd met up with Yasmine in the kitchen and was told that Shilah was out with his brothers, on an emergency.

Yasmine had nonchalantly suggested Ellie use Shilah's bathroom to clean up, looking at the blood and dirt covering her from head to toe.

She'd just finished bathing and, looking around for something to wear, had donned his robe.

“I'm a mess. I—I thought I'd take a quick shower before going home. The birth was pretty messy. I didn't think you were here. Dad mentioned that you and your brothers had an emergency of your own,” Ellie said, knowing she was babbling, as doubt came over her. “I'll just get my clothes on and get out of here,” she mumbled, gathering her ruined dress and shoes. His next words stopped her.

“You're beautiful.”

Ellie suppressed the shiver that ran through her at the scalding-hot look in his eyes. Flustered, she turned away, clutching her dress in one hand and hooking the straps of her heels with the other.

“Is everything okay? I went by to check up on you and your dad. By the time I got there, your dad had already left. The guys told me everything went well.”

“Yes, actually the birth went fairly fast after we got the first foal out. Both mama and babies are doing well.”

As he advanced toward her, she took an involuntary step back, looking around the room.

“I'll just uh, go and get dressed and get out of your way. I'm sure you want to use the bathroom.” She was so flustered she dropped her clothes, and as she bent to retrieve them, his hand covered hers.

“It's okay, I don't mind. In fact I kinda like you being here,” he said, his eyes hooded as his glance slid over her.

“Why don't we take one, together?” he asked, and her eyes flew to his.

“Take one, what?” she asked, although she knew exactly what he was referring to. The thought of taking a bath with Shilah was as exciting as it was intimidating.

His wicked grin almost brought her to her knees. “Let me wash you, Ellie.”

He pushed away from the wall, advancing toward her, stopping when he was less than a foot away from her.

“I, uh…already washed up. Anyway, I don't think that would be a good idea.” She stuttered the words, backing up until her back was flush against the wall.

She had no problems with her body, and the scars on her knees were nothing more than reminders of what she'd survived. But the thought of bathing with him…of him washing her… She closed her eyes tight as though to force away the image of him doing something so intimate to her.

“Has anyone ever told you that you think too much?” he asked, his warm breath fanning the side of her face.

“Shilah…” she whispered.

Her breath escaped in a long hiss of pleasure when he continued to nuzzle her neck, licking a scalding path from beneath the lobe of her ear, down the side, his talented, wicked tongue finding the hollow of her throat to place an open-mouthed kiss.

She felt one of his big hands move aside his robe, and his hand, hot, hard, move inside the thick terry cloth and grasp her breast.

She moaned, her body arching when his other hand
reached down lower and moved back and forth over the springing hairs of her mound.

When his fingers found her clit, lightly pinching the nubbin until it beaded, filling with blood, Ellie's body arched sharply, her back pressing against the door as his fingers pressed inside her moist opening, deeper.

“Tell me you want me, Ellie. Tell me you need me.” He breathed the demanding words against her face.

Ellie moved her head to the side, allowing his tongue to slide and glide over her throat, his teeth to nip and caress the hollow of her throat.

She shouldn't want him with a need that was growing out of control. One kiss. One touch…one look. That was all it took.

He slanted his mouth over hers, his tongue coming out to play and mate with hers, promising what he wanted their bodies to do.

When he pulled away, both of their breaths were ragged. He stared down at her with an intensity in his eyes that showed, vividly, his need.

A feeling that resonated deep inside Ellie. A need she never knew she'd had, until she'd come back home.

Since she'd returned to Shilah.

Instead of the thought frightening her, this overwhelming need she had for him, instead it felt…right.

He said nothing more, yet in his eyes she knew what he wanted her to say, what he was demanding she say, before he would end the ache inside her.

She closed her eyes and bowed her head, her mind, her emotions scattered.

She raised her head, meeting his gaze. In his gaze she saw uncertainty…and love. A love so strong it nearly staggered her in its intensity.

“I—I don't just want you, Shilah,” she said, drawing in a deep breath before plunging in. “I—I love you.” No sooner had the words escaped than he was lifting her in his arms, slashing his mouth over hers as he backed her against the wall, lifting her legs to straddle his waist.

“God…I love you too, Ellie.” His voice shook with deep emotion as he pulled his mouth from hers, his busy hands gliding over her naked body, as he ran scalding kisses over her face.

Ellie moaned, softly his chest warm against her breasts, as he pressed her back into the cold wall, the steely length of his cock pressed against her vagina.

She hissed, her body bowing away from the wall when his hand moved down between their bodies, his knuckles pressing against her stomach as he fisted his shaft.

She hissed when she felt the tip of his shaft between her wet folds, rubbing back and forth between the seam of her lips.

“Tell me I'm the only man you want…that you'll ever want,” he demanded, pressing the tip of his shaft, just the tip, inside her body.

“Yes…baby, yes, only you,” she cried brokenly.

He grunted his satisfaction and in one long, sure stroked embedded deep inside her.

Ellie bit down on her lip harshly, drawing blood, squeezing her eyes tightly closed, her body tensing as he fed her his entire length.

Once fully inside he stopped, allowing her to grow accustomed to his length and girth.

“Are…are you okay?” he asked, his voice barely recognizable, his breathing harsh in the quiet room.

She licked her bottom lip, wiggling her body, trying to ease the sweet ache between her legs at his invasion.

“Keep that up and this will definitely be over too soon, baby,” he groaned, his laugh harsh against the side of her neck. “And I want this to last.”

She nodded her head, taking deep, even breaths, forcing her body to relax around his invasion.

Once he was assured she was okay, she felt his body move.

 

She loved him.
The words reverberated around his head as Shilah moved inside her, fighting off the way the sweet feel of her warm, wet walls clenching and releasing his cock threatened to make his seed burst from him.

The knowledge that she loved him too washed over him like a much-needed rain after a drought. His hands roamed over her, refamiliarizing himself with her the perfect lines of her body, over her back, and the nipped-in indenture of her tiny waist, cupping the muscled contours of her perfect ass.

As he worked his body inside her, he heard her gasp as his finger darted along the seam of her butt, separating the round globes, as he plunged inside her, her body jostling as he moved in and out of her in short, powerful thrusts.

It wasn't enough. As he plunged and retreated inside her body, her cries echoing off the walls, he knew this feeling of being inside would never be enough.

 

Ellie bit down on her lip to prevent the scream she felt at the back of her throat threatening to erupt. As he thrust inside her, his strokes became hotter, harder, more
demanding. Had his strong arms not held her pinned to the wall, she would have crumbled to the floor, unable to support her own weight.

Her legs, wrapped around him, quivered and her breath came out in choked gasps as he stroked inside her body.

Her head rolled back and forth against the wall, her body on fire. She tightened her hold around his neck, her nails scoring deep into his flesh. He barked out a completely masculine laugh but she didn't care.

No one had ever made love to her like this. No one had managed to tap deep inside her, pull out the responses, wild out-of-control responses, like Shilah.

“Baby…baby, I'm coming,” she heard him roar, his voice sounding muffled against the roar in her own ears, as though from a distance.

He hoisted her higher on his shaft, his hand coming out to slap her butt, while he delivered one, two, three more corkscrew thrusts and she went over the edge.

Crystal-like shards of glass flashed behind her eyes as she felt her own orgasm rip through her body.

She gave in to the release, throwing her head back, her body no longer hers, she gave in, completely, mind, body and soul to Shilah.

After her mind-numbing release, she allowed her trembling legs to slide down his body. She'd have fallen had he not lifted her high in his arms, cradling her against his chest and carrying her to the bed.

She smiled, drowsy and content, as, moments after placing her on the bed, she felt the bed shift and his chest drape against her back.

His cock, still hard, rested against the curve of her back and he reached around to cup her mound. When she felt a thick finger move inside her body, she gasped.

“Shilah?” she asked, sleepily, her voice hoarse.

“I'm not done with you yet.” His hot words whispered against her neck, brought her eyes wide open and her mouth form a perfect O.

E
arly dawn light peaked through the wide-slatted blinds in Shilah's bedroom as Ellie lay close, tucked against his side, their bodies so close that nothing, not even the sheet he'd finally drawn over them after their marathon lovemaking, separated them.

Her head lay pillowed on his wide chest, while he had one arm draped around her waist, his long fingers caressing her bottom.

A sigh of hedonistic pleasure left her lips and a lazy smile tilted the corners of her mouth as she felt his deft hands stroking over her body, yet she kept her eyes closed.

She couldn't have lifted them even had she wanted to, their long night of lovemaking leaving her too weak to move even her eyes.

She felt the bed shift as he moved, and within seconds she was carefully maneuvered until she lay on her back.

Another slight movement, the sound of a drawer opening and the rip of foil, and she drew in a deep, long breath and waited, as expectancy gripped her.

At that moment someone knocked on the door.

“Ignore it, they'll go away.” He mouthed the words against her mouth. But the insistent knocking grew, followed by the sound of Holt's voice, warning Shilah what would happen if he didn't answer the damn door and starting a countdown.

Shilah bit out a curse, and with a sigh and one last kiss, moved away from Ellie, his glance raking over her.

“He's on number three. You'd better answer the door before he gets to one,” she said with a laugh.

Shilah gave her another swift kiss, bounded from the bed.

Before making it to one, Holt was opening the door, as Shilah stood bare naked in the center of the room.

“Aww, man…I don't wanna see that. Put some damn clothes on!” Holt put his hands out as though shielding himself from the view.

“Then don't walk into my room unannounced,” Shilah grunted, grabbing his slacks from the floor and shoving them up his legs.

It was then Holt noticed Ellie and swiftly turned away. “Ohh…sorry, Ellie. I didn't know you were here! My bad.”

“Yeah, your bad. Now get the hell out of here. I'll be out in a sec,” Shilah said, turning to make sure Ellie had the sheet over her body.

Although embarrassed to be caught in Shilah's bed, Ellie giggled at the four different shades of red Holt had turned before hastily making his retreat.

Striding toward the door, Shilah turned, his hand on the knob. “Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back.”

After he left, Ellie snuggled down deeper into the sheets. Her glance fell to the discarded condom, half way out of the foil wrap, unused as they'd been interrupted.

A slow grin stretched across her lips. She had no plans to go anywhere anytime soon.

 

Ellie woke, stretching, and cracked open her eyes, quickly shutting them again as the sunlight beamed down on her from the skylight in Shilah's room.

“God…what time is it?” she groaned, yawning widely.

She turned her head toward the bedside table and the clock radio, its neon-blue lights indicating the hour.

It was just past nine a.m. She must have fallen asleep…but where was Shilah, she thought, frowning as she glanced around the room.

With a groan she lifted her torso from the bed, throwing her legs over the side, when her eyes lit on a note laid across Shilah's pillow.

With a frown, she lifted the small note and opened it, her eyes scanning over the bold letters, a blush stealing across her face as she read the succinct note.

Will be back soon to pick up where we left off…

She shook her head, rising from the bed. The man had the sexual energy of a randy stallion, she thought, wincing as her legs trembled when she stood.

She inhaled a long, shaky breath.

Her thighs, back, between her legs, even her breasts, all had the same sweet ache that forced her to place a hand out on the bed to steady herself.

Strike that; the man made a stallion look like the newborn foals she'd helped her father deliver yesterday,
she thought, and she gingerly walked to the end of the bed. She grabbed the towel they'd used last night and wrapped it around her body.

Deciding a long hot shower was exactly what the doctor ordered, she turned toward the bathroom. Halfway there, she remembered a small bottle of her favorite lotion was in her purse and walked toward the door to retrieve it.

As she lifted the purse from where it sat near the door, she frowned, seeing a large manila envelope had been pushed under the door.

A half grin crossed her face, as she saw her name written across the top, wondering what Shilah had placed inside for her.

She slid her finger beneath the seal and lifted out the contents, frowning as she held in her hand what appeared to be printouts of images.

Moving toward the light to see the pictures better, she stopped, a strangled gasp escaping from her throat.

Nausea burned in her stomach and she sank to the bed, staring in horrified numbness at the images.

Photos of she and Shilah, together; from the first time he'd taken her to lunch, his arm loosely wrapped around her waist, casually, to the night he'd shown up at her father's clinic to ask her out…to late last night when they had lain, their bodies intertwined after making love.

The pictures dropped from her nerveless hands to cascade to the bed.

Nausea swelled, filling her gut, when she spied a note that had been included with the pictures.

Ellie hesitated, not sure she wanted to read the contents. With trembling hands she lifted the note, reading it.

For you, Shilah.

The knot of nausea grew and, stumbling from the bed, she ran to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before her stomach emptied.