To Love a Wilde (12 page)

The minute he rounded the corner and they were alone, Yasmine spun around, placing her hands on her hips, and faced off with Holt.

“What in the hell was
that
all about?”

He took two steps forward until his big body brushed against hers, crowding her so that she was forced to take a step back.

“I don’t know who you think you are, ordering me around like that,” she boldly went on, pushing down the apprehension at the look on his face, his entire demeanor, and continued, one foot tapping against the ground. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you. You think you can ignore me for days at a time and then go all caveman. And if you think a simple kiss gives you the right to—”

Holt grabbed Yasmine by the waist, the air escaping from her mouth in a whoosh when he hauled her close and slanted his mouth over hers, effectively ending her angry tirade.

Y
asmine struggled, planting her balled fist against his chest and shoving as hard as she could.

He didn’t move an inch. It was as though she were trying to move a two-ton block of cement, as effective as she was.

He grabbed her hands at the wrists and shackled them with one of his large hands, raising them together high above her head, and continued his sensual assault on her mouth.

Her body slumped and her mouth softened, yielding to him.

She heard a very masculine grunt of approval, felt his hold on her loosen, felt his lips soften, and with a groan, he slipped his tongue between the seam of her lips, asking for entry.

She arched her back away from the barn door, into his embrace … and with as much force as she could, kneed him, and quickly jumped out of his hold while he was distracted.

“Damn it, Yasmine!” He bit out a much more explicit oath and jumped away, grabbing his thigh.

Although she’d missed her target by a few inches, a grin of satisfaction stretched her mouth wide.

She didn’t have time to savor the moment.

When she saw the gleam in his bright blue eyes, she knew retribution was right around the corner. With a yelp, she evaded his outstretched hands and pushed aside the barn door, slamming it shut behind her before he could reach her, and ran inside looking for cover.

Her heartbeat was racing, blood pumping strongly through her veins after she spun and immediately began to run, looking for a place to duck and cover.

She heard his curse behind her.

She didn’t have long; soon he would be after her. She found a small space near the back of the barn and dived into the hay, hoping he wouldn’t come looking in the place she’d found.

Yasmine stayed in that position for as long as possible. When she heard no more sounds, no footsteps, nothing but the sounds of the few horses in the stable, she released her breath, expecting to feel relief that he had left.

Instead of relief, she felt a stinging disappointment, the adrenaline slowly leaving her body.

Slowly she rose to her feet, and walked out into
the main aisle, looking around just to make sure he was gone.

She’d taken no more than two steps when two large, strong hands grabbed her by the waist, and taking her with him, the two went down onto the ground, their fall cushioned by the soft hay.

“Can’t get away from me that easily, Yas … I’ve tackled bigger prey than you when I played ball,” he said, grunting when she tried to connect again with that part she’d missed earlier.

“Fool me once. Not again.” He laughed roughly, flipping her body around so that she was beneath him, trapped.

“A simple kiss, Yas?” he asked, his voice low.

He leaned down, brushing his face against the side of her cheek in a back-and-forth motion, the stubble from his cheek a rough caress against her skin.

Yasmine closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, de ter-mined not to allow his nearness … his scent, his overwhelming masculinity, to make her succumb.

She swallowed back the moan of satisfaction when he bit down on her earlobe lightly, before his tongue snaked out and licked a hot path down the side of her neck.

“Wha—what do you want from me?” To her own ears the question was more like a plea than anything else.

His tongue continued its deadly assault, trailing a path from her earlobe to the corner of her mouth. “Whatever you want to give me,” he whispered.

“Holt …” His name was drawn out on a long sigh before he recaptured her mouth.

“God, Yasmine … I’ve been wanting to touch you, to feel you like this, for so long,” he said, thumbing a rough caress across one of her nipples. With a growl he bent down, moved the flimsy lace of her bra aside and drew her nipple and most of the surrounding aureole deep inside his mouth.

Yasmine cried out, her body arching sharply away from the hay, pressing herself closer to his questing mouth.

“Holt …” She breathed his name, her body on fire from his nibbling kisses and caresses.

She placed a hand out, between them, against his chest. She turned her face away.

She couldn’t get caught up in him. Not again. His odd hot-and-cold treatment was too much for her, she needed to put him … them, her feelings for him, in the past. Where they belonged.

“We can’t—” Again her words were cut off when he placed his mouth over hers, pressing his hot tongue inside. He turned her face back around, forcing her to look at him.

“I know. This is crazy. The way I’m feeling, the way you’re making me go wild, just from looking at you.” In his voice she heard the confusion she herself felt, as though he didn’t understand what was going on between them any more than she did.

“And when I saw you with Jake … the way he’s
been sniffing around you for the last few days … I lost it.” The admission seemed to be torn from him.

He guided his other hand down her waist, lightly toying with her belly button before pressing his large palm at the top of her mound, pushing against her.

“Hmm … Holt, what …” she stopped, panting “ … what are you doing?” she cried, and held her breath when she felt his hand ease the zipper down, pushing the waistband of her jeans to the side.

“Making you feel good, I hope,” he mumbled against the underside of her breast. When his finger delved inside, past the thin cotton of her panties, and found its mark, she inhaled a long, harsh breath.

His breathing, hot against her skin, grew more labored as he worked his finger deeper inside her clenching warmth. When he found her clitoris and lightly pinched it between two fingers, she felt the ease of her arousal flow, past his fingers and down the inside of her legs.

He released her breasts, the nipple plopping out of his mouth in a loud pop as he trailed his tongue up her body. He reached the hollow of her throat and licked her, swirling his tongue inside the tiny indenture before continuing the path up her neck, suckling her chin until she whimpered. He released her chin and continued his sensual laving, ending at the corner of her mouth.

“Do you like what I’m doing to you, Yas?” He breathed the words against the corner of her mouth. Not giving her a chance to respond, he placed his thumbs inside the waistband of her jeans, and in one yank pulled
them down, lifting her enough so that he could take them up and over her bottom.

Immediately his hands went back to work. Pulling aside her panties, he inserted one long finger deep inside her body, slowly rotating it, until it was all Yasmine could do to hold back a scream. In and out he plunged his finger, one, then adding a second, pressing in and out of her welcoming heat.

Yasmine whimpered, squirming around his thick fingers, her head tossing back and forth against the rough hay as she bit down hard on her bottom lip, afraid that if she didn’t she’d wake everyone on the ranch with her cries.

He released her mouth, uttering a rough laugh against her cheek. “Go ahead, baby, let it out. No one can hear us out here … Let go, Yas,” he said.

He hooked his hands beneath her knees, lifting them and her wider, and snaked his body down until she felt his warm, heavy breath fan the hair covering her mound.

She swallowed hard. “Holt … no, no, baby, I—” She moaned, the sound little more than a whimper when she felt his tongue snake between the seam of her lips, long … slick … and hot.

As he licked and sucked, worshipping her in the most intimate way, Yasmine’s breath grew ragged, her head spinning out of control. He was merciless in his sensual attack, alternating between playful short swipes of his tongue and long, languid strokes until she felt the fire within burn, blaze out of control.

She grabbed his head, not to push him away but to force him even closer. She heard his ragged masculine laughter as he gave her what she wanted, God, what she’d needed for so long, wringing from her everything she had.

Her walls tightened, her womb contracting as she felt the beginnings of her release.

As she came, her body starting to shake out of control, from a distance she heard the sound of paper ripping, and moments later, as the orgasm slammed into her, felt the broad head of his shaft at her entry.

Her eyes slammed open as his cock began to push past her vaginal lips and slowly he fed her inches of the broad tip.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she chanted as she accepted him. He was so thick, so hard, it soon became uncomfortable, and a panic set in and she fought against him, panting out, “No, Holt … you’re too big, I can’t—”

His mouth slammed over hers, pushing past her lips, his tongue swept inside her mouth, overcoming her objections as he slowly pushed more of himself deep inside her body. She felt her body rebel, tighten up, her inner muscles clamping down on his shaft, forcing him to stop his invasion.

He pulled his mouth away from hers, and she felt his hands on either side of her face, his thumbs caressing.

“Open for me, Yasmine. Please,” he said. Yasmine heard the ragged plea as though from a distance and
opened her eyes. “I’ll never hurt you. I promise you, baby. Please …”

Their breaths were both coming out in gasps, and Yasmine ran panicked eyes over his face, so close to hers.

She could barely see his eyes in the shadows, yet the sincerity in the deep blue depths reached out to her.

“Relax, baby … just relax.” He panted the words, the fine ends of his nostrils flaring as he tried to calm her. As her eyes trained on the small tic in the corner of his mouth, she felt the trembling coming from his big body so close to hers.

Still on fire from his invasion, she struggled to accept him, her body taut, arched like a bow and quivering.

“You trust me, don’t you, Yas?” he asked. Yasmine glanced up at him, her eyes scanning over him, seeing the hair that had fallen forward to lie on his damp forehead.

She slowly nodded her head, and saw the relief in his eyes.

“Good, baby. I’ll go slow … I’ll make it good for you. I promise,” he said. With that he leaned down and captured one of her breasts, tugging her nipple into his mouth and suckling. His other hand reached between their wet bodies, found the nub of her core and slowly rotated the bud until Yasmine whimpered, her body arching into his caresses.

Slowly he continued to feed her more of his shaft in slow, sweet increments until he had filled her, so deep she felt him tap the back of her womb. Once he’d hit the
back of her, he paused, lifting his body away from her, his arms bracketing her on both sides.

“Do you want me, Yas?” he asked, sweat falling from his chest to splatter like rain on dry ground to land on her breasts. She swallowed and nodded. She saw him close his eyes briefly before opening them. The look blazing in their depths made her heart contract and her legs clench, bringing him even deeper inside her body.

He laughed roughly, planting a kiss on the corner of her mouth before moving away. “If you keep doing that, this won’t last long, baby.” The clarity of his statement was easy to figure out. She felt a blush stain her cheeks even as her body, as though with a will of its own, sought his, grinding against his hips, her hips slowly rotating against his.

When he groaned again, this time deeper in his throat, the sound akin to an animal, a part of Yasmine, that part deep inside that was universal to all women, surged in triumph; that she had reduced a man like Holt to this state was a heady feeling.

“So tight. God, you feel so good on me, Yas,” he rasped.

His mouth came down on hers as he slid in that one last inch, driving home.

Yasmine’s body arched sharply away from the soft hay, her muffled cries absorbed by his mouth as his thrusts became more forceful.

As her breasts pressed into his chest he tore his mouth from hers and latched on to one, tugging her nipple inside his mouth, pressing it against the roof of his
mouth, sending the cream to ease down her leg, easing his entry into her portal.

“Holt!” she screamed, no longer caring who could hear her as the pleasure began to spiral deep within her body.

He placed his hands back beneath her knees, lifting her body away from the ground, and drove into her, his hips like pistons, driving deeper and deeper inside her, subtly arranging her body along his for their mutual pleasure.

She felt it the minute the orgasm began. As he continued to pound into her, the power of his thrusts sending her body into overdrive, she reached up and grasped him around the neck, pulling him down on top of her, so their bodies moved of one accord. He smoothly caught her rhythm, twisting their bodies until they lay on their sides, facing one another.

Hiking one of her legs up, he placed it over his hip, digging into her at a new angle, his thrusts now tight, controlled, her legs forced closer together, her clitoris in direct contact with the end of his shaft as the tip was tapping against her spot.

It was too much.

Her body went nuclear.

“Yes … yes … yesssss,” she screamed, frantically grabbing at him as the orgasm began to unfurl. His hands gripped the undersides of her ass, digging into the flesh as he continued his sensual assault, grinding into her, his powerful thrusts overwhelming her.

When the orgasm hit, she screamed, grinding against
him, trying to get as close as possible to his body. As though from a distance she heard his roar, as he, too, gave in to the climax. His grip on her hips became nearly painful as he issued one, two, three more thrusts before he went over the edge into mindless bliss.