To Tame a Wilde (Wilde in Wyoming) (10 page)

Chapter 16

“W
ell... Thank you for the evening. It was...nice,” Sinclair said, the inane words that tumbled from her lips the best she could come up with.

She glanced away and searched for the keycard in her purse, pretending to have a hard time finding it, if only to give her that much more time to get it together.

When his big hand reached inside her bag and pulled out the small keycard, handing it to her, she smiled up at him.

The look in his blue eyes made her inhale a deep steadying breath of much needed air.

And to think she had thought him...tame...if even for a moment, she thought, her heart racing.

“Dinner was delicious, thank you,” she continued, staring at his mouth as they sat inside his vehicle. She wondered how she would survive the ride back to her hotel, thinking of the hot sensual promise he’d delivered, wondering if he’d been simply trying to get a reaction out of her.

She could not stop staring at the lower swell of what had to be the most sensual mouth she’d ever seen on a man. Could a man’s mouth be more perfect?

The thought ran in her mind and Sinclair licked her lips, which had gone dry.

He turned toward her, one finger poised over the button that would turn on the ignition. He paused in the act, tipped his head forward. His hand reached out and lightly grasped the back of her head, bringing her closer.

The kiss was light, smooth...and devastating. When he released her, she slumped.

“You’re amazing...has anyone ever told you that? I wonder if your Wilde Boys know how lucky they are,” he mumbled, his eyes trained on her lips—making her heart race even harder—as though he wanted to kiss her again. Although they’d just eaten, he had the look of a man ready to feast.

What do I say to that?
Sinclair wondered, breaking contact with his eyes and licking her lips again.

She ducked her head, staring down at her feet, as though the answer could be found in the open-toe heels.

Still, he didn’t start the engine. He simply sat there staring at her. They were parked in one of the more isolated parts of the restaurant’s rear lot. As it hadn’t been a tourist hot spot, the restaurant hadn’t been overly crowded, so his truck was the only one of a few parked in the back lot.

He reached over and tilted her chin up, forcing her to look back into his eyes.

“This is not for any reason except that I’ve been staring at your mouth the whole evening... No, since the moment I first laid eyes on your picture and wondered if they were half as soft as they looked,” he murmured.

Her heart nearly leaped out of her chest.

“But...we’ve kissed. You already know what they feel like,” she whispered in reply, half teasing.

That lone dimple appeared near his lower lip when he smiled. “Yeah, but I need to kiss you again, just to make sure the first few times weren’t a fluke,” he replied, his voice low, sexy and deep.

When his head descended, she reached up and met him in the kiss, her arms circling his neck to pull him near.

That was all the encouragement he needed.

He surprised her when he lifted her from her seat and over to him, straddling her legs across his. The roominess of his luxury truck made it an effortless venture and her eyes widened.

“Nick!”

“I love it when you call my name,” he said and laughed, claiming her mouth immediately.

In the position he had her, she was unable to move.

Her hands flattened on his broad, hard chest, as his mouth worked magic over hers, grinding their lips together even as he ground his hardening shaft against her.

Kissing and moaning noises filled the cab as they took their fill of each other, kissing with a ferocity that mimicked what their bodies craved from one another.

The moment was beyond magical. The entire evening had been like something out of a dream.

Static, erotic energy arced back and forth between them, shooting from his hard body to hers, igniting electric blazes in its path.

The hand on the back of her head reached up to loosen the pretty chignon she’d placed it in earlier. Within moments her hair fell and his hand was buried inside it, massaging her scalp as he claimed her mouth.

She grew warm, her body opening to his as his hands reached around her, both on the small of her waist...and moved her.

She moaned against the feel of him. Excited beyond measure at the thought of what deliciousness lay hidden behind the dark dress pants he wore. How it would look exposed.... That part of him that, as he kissed and caressed her, ground against her, hardened to granite against her, intimately pressing into her stomach.

His length excited her, as she imagined what it would look like unleashed.

How it would feel inside her.

He excited her in ways she’d not felt in a long time. In ways she’d never felt.

When his hand reached out and lightly pulled her dress up, it felt...good.

When he pressed her even tighter against his body, his hand on her ass, her hands clenched his shirt and she moaned into his mouth.

Trapped, powerless...she was on fire. He released her and she cried out. In the dark she saw his nostrils flare as his breath came out in harsh gasps.

“I need more,” he said, his voice like gravel.

She nodded and allowed him to reach between them, to put his hand inside her panties and touch her.

“Oooh, God, Nick!” she cried out, her head thrown back as he played with her. She lifted her head when he withdrew his finger. Her heart nearly skipped a beat when she watched in fascination as he lifted his finger to his mouth and tasted it.

His face descended, his mouth lowering until it was so near hers she could smell the sweet smell of coconut and her own essence that lingered on his breath.

His lips touched hers, and his tongue delved into her mouth, transferring the taste to Sinclair. As though he had the right.

Her eyes drifted closed as his unique scent reached out and claimed her, even as his mouth did the same. Even as he had, long before this night.

She shoved the thought away, only wanting to concentrate on the here and now, and the way he was making her feel.

He smelled...tasted
so,
so
good. A mixture of coconut and...man.

And me, she thought, a feminine smile stretching her lips.

The man part had her senses reeling and her vagina, with a mind of its own...clenching, as though in anticipation of something more. She doubted that any woman
could
be anything but ready around Nick Kealoha.

He was lethal.

As he lay a light siege upon her mouth, his body hot, hard, pressing into hers, the scent surrounding her, she willingly gave in to his demands.

Hard, slamming...feral.

It was a wild, heady rush of need that slammed over her, had her moaning into their joined mouths, their bodies creating a dance of their own.

Before Sinclair realized what she was doing, the wild, unrepentant need that rolled over her had her rolling her pelvis forward and rocking back and forth in earnest against his thickness, a thickness that stole her breath.

The kiss took on an explosive quality.

Wild, hot, he devoured her mouth, tugging and dragging her lips within his, making love to her mouth in a way that made her lose her mind. Thoughts of how good he could make other parts of her feel rushed over her like a wild cascade of water.

He broke the kiss and she whimpered, trying to recapture his mouth, but he brought her close, his hand on her head, bringing it to his chest.

His heartbeat was thudding wildly against her face.

He was just as affected by their intimacy as she was.

Although he broke the kiss, he didn’t ease her away. His body was still tightly crushed against hers, his shaft hard, pressed insistently against her stomach.

Their breaths were harsh. And both reflected a need neither was able to deny.

“Come home with me tonight.”

The words were a rumble against her ear. A request this time.

Shocked, she couldn’t move, much less form a coherent word.

She had only known the man for about a week, truly, despite the fact that they’d been in communication for going on seven months.

She chewed her bottom lip, remembering, thinking.

When he had showed her where his parents had met and had fallen in love, she’d seen the emotion in his eyes. She knew part of that emotion was from the loss of his mother. But she also knew there was a part of that emotion in his eyes that had to do with the way his parents had kept the fact that their biological father wasn’t the man they’d called Dad for all of their lives.

The pain was raw and had made her reevaluate what she’d believed before, from their first contact and his reasons for doing so, to what had brought her out to the ranch to get rid of him, write a check and “Act like it never happened,” as he’d said.

She felt...uncomfortable. A part of her, ashamed.

Nick had been an enigma to her, in the short time of their acquaintance. She’d briefly seen past the playboy he presented to the world to the cowboy who simply loved his land...

Yet, did she know him well enough to allow him to do to her what his eyes...his kisses, promised would be unlike anything she’d ever experienced?

She wasn’t here to get her groove back. She was here for her Wildes.

“This has nothing to do with them. This is you and me.”

His voice had a hard edge that jerked Sinclair out of her thoughts.

She glanced up at him, licking her lips. She swallowed deeply.

He grasped her by the chin, forcing her to lift her head, forcing her to look deeply into his enigmatic blue eyes.

“And it comes down to the simple fact that you want me, Sinclair. You want me...almost as much as I want you.”

He bent his head and recaptured her lips with his, briefly making a shudder rack her body.

When he released her, she was limp.

“As much as I’ve wanted you from the moment we began to communicate... It’s fated... We are fated. Just give in to what we both have been waiting for...needing.”

She glanced down at his open hand as he waited for her to place her palm within his.

Could this be happening?

Could she allow something like this to happen? With a man she barely knew...

She placed her hand within his much larger one.

His large, callused, work-worn hand grasped hers, holding it tightly. Even that sent shivers through her. She imagined how those work-roughened hands would feel against her naked body.

Oh, God... She barely suppressed a shiver.

He didn’t wait for her response.

He already knew. He’d known, just as she had, from the first moment they’d met.

Chapter 17

“Y
ou’re one of the most sensual women I’ve ever met, ever known...”

She felt his hand on her shoulder as he came up behind her, his fingers toying with the thin T-strap of her dress. All of the air from the room seemed to be sucked out of it and Sinclair was left gasping, desperate for air.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby. I’ll take care of you. You trust me, don’t you?”

He breathed the words against her neck, his honey-sweetened breath blowing warm against her ear. She inhaled sharply. When he kept still, unmoving, she slowly bobbed her head up and down.

“Completely untapped sensuality.” His hypnotic, seductive voice was mesmerizing as he continued both his verbal and sensual assault.

She dragged in a fortifying breath of air and held it as his big fingers moved from the strap to ease around the front and cup one of her breasts within his large, able hand.

An air of expectancy had surrounded them as they’d driven back from the Rusty Nail, the out-of-the-way restaurant he’d taken her to. One that neither one of them attempted to “talk” their way around.

Both had known exactly what was going to happen, and the level of intensity, from the second they’d met until now...before they’d even met, had led them to this moment.

The time they had been communicating, before her arrival had been a buildup, a slow, wickedly hot foreplay of sorts that now had Sinclair so ready for him, she knew if they didn’t make love... The thought of what would happen if they didn’t escaped her mind when she felt his tongue work small circles around the lobe of her ear before laving a hot trail around and down the back of her neck.

“Mmm,” she moaned against the wicked sensation.

“Do you like that? The way my tongue feels against your skin?”

Her voice in her throat, she was unable to answer, could only nod her head in agreement.

When they’d entered the grounds of the ranch, he’d driven directly to the house, yet he hadn’t pulled his vehicle up to the main entry, surprising Sinclair.

The ranch house was a veritable mansion. And although she’d expected there would be more than the traditional two entry points into the home, she’d had no idea that Nick had his own entrance

He’d caught her surprise, and explained that there were what he called “master entries.” Besides the front and rear entries, there were three others...one for each “master” suite: his father’s, brother and sister-in-law’s and his.

“For privacy,” he’d said, briefly turning his attention to her as he parked the truck and shut the engine off.

In the dark cab, his blue eyes seemed to sear a hole directly into her, straight to her soul.

Coming around to her side, he held out a hand for her to take and again she placed hers within his and allowed him to lead her away.

He’d only turned on one small outside light, which gave just enough illumination to allow her to see enough so that she didn’t stumble over her own feet.

Not that she would, with the hold he kept on her hand.

Sinclair felt strangely...safe, with him.

As they entered his massive suite, she squinted, trying to get a visual of what was a home within a home. His suite appeared larger than her condo back in Wyoming.

Yet when she tried, he purposely moved her away, blocking the full view of the room. He turned her toward the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked a picturesque view of the land and held her, mesmerized, in front of him.

Sinclair felt his hand move to her waist and stop in front of her mons, the silk of her dress doing nothing as protection against the heat of his palm.

“Raw, untapped sexual vitality,” he rasped, both his words and tone putting her into a sensual coma.

Her body felt fluid and rigid at the same time.

A strange yet heady dichotomy of feeling.

He pulled her closer to his body, allowing her to feel the hot, hard, length of his erection against her buttocks.

Electric heat swamped her entire body, bringing a deep and staining blush she felt head to toe....

She needed this. As much as a part of her knew she was blurring the lines of professionalism and personal. Hell, she’d blown that line up. This was way beyond that.

This man had somehow imbedded himself into her very psyche.

“You want this as much as I do, Sinclair. Give in to me. Like you never have...for another man...” His deep voice breathed the words against her neck.

“Tell me you want it. That you want what you know I can give you,” he boldly declared.

She licked excruciatingly dry lips, unable to say a word. Unable to admit that she wanted everything she knew he could give her, everything she’d dreamed about. And more.

She felt herself leaning back against him, as though some magnetic field was surrounding him...her, forcing her close, so close she—

She knew she should walk away, stop this before it could go any further, yet knew that would be an exercise in futility.

To make love with him would be an erotic exorcism....

She inhaled a hitched breath when he glided his hand under her dress. His big hand on her bare thigh tickled the sensitive skin and stopped a hairbreadth from the band of her panties at the top of her thigh.

His fingers toyed around the thin ribbon, rubbing lightly back and forth until she felt her moisture increase, her panties now uncomfortably moist.

Her head was spinning and her body was already on fire.

And he’d barely touched her.

When he began to tug her panties down, she nearly sagged against him.

God, this is wrong...so wrong, so wrong, so...
The cascading thought trickled in her mind.

Only to immediately have another override it.

But it feels...so good, so good, so...

When he fingered aside the edge of her panties and one thick finger brushed over the lower segment of her vagina, brushing over the hair, she nearly came.

From just that touch.

She felt her panties being pulled down, past her bottom, low enough so that he had better...access to that part of her that needed, desperately needed, to feel his torrid touch.

Sinclair held her breath, waiting to feel his finger. What he’d done in the car had been just a hint of what he—

Her mental imaging came to a halt. “Oooooh,” she moaned at the feel of his finger inside her clenching heat.

Her eyes closed and her head sank back against the rock-hard chest that was now her pillow.

“I need to...play with you. Will you let me do that to you, with you, baby?”

She swallowed deeply. Dear God, what did he mean?

His hands were still, and cautiously she bobbed her head up and down in assent.

She heard his grunt of satisfaction.

Obviously that was what he needed before he would go on.

Seconds later she felt the hot stroke of his fingertips as he began to...play. Brushing back and forth against her mons, skimming over her clit that she felt engorging, as he began to
play
with her.

She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she bit down hard on her lower lip, nearly drawing blood as her heartbeat pounded and her vagina throbbed.

* * *

The moment Nick’s fingers touched the core of her femininity he felt her clench and her body buck against his.

He knew she was questioning the sanity of what he was doing to her. Knew it as though he were inside her mind, reading it.

Just as he knew she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

So responsive. She was so damn responsive.

Playing with her was going to be an experience unlike any other....

“Easy, baby...we’ve just begun.” He whispered the words from clenched teeth.

His job to seduce her was becoming more and more difficult. He silently counted to ten as he continued to play, needing to keep his libido from going into overdrive. Although he knew it was too late for that; his cock was as hard as granite as it pressed against her back.

They were both still fully clothed, and had only exchanged kisses...hot kisses, to be sure. Scalding-hot, make-his-dick-rock-hard kisses. But kisses nonetheless.

And with any other woman he could kiss and caress until he had driven her wild with need, so that when it came time to press and stroke, it would take only a few hard driving pounds and he’d take his lover over the edge.

Yet he knew it would take all of his considerable willpower to keep from coming himself before he got in her good.

Damn.

When he felt the sweet trickle of her cream against his fingers, he groaned against her neck. He brought her body closer to his, forced her nearer...his one hand lightly circling her throat.

Not enough to hurt her.

Just enough to claim her.

She mewled low in her throat, a kittenish sound as her head lolled back against his chest. His fingers continued to toy and play with her, while he yanked her panties down far enough past her plump buttocks to give him access to her, but not far enough that she could move away.

Captive.

He needed this to last. He felt his shaft throb.

He grit his teeth and with iron control forced his cock into submission.

“Do you like what I’m doing to you, Sin?” he grunted, barely able to speak. Without giving her a chance to respond beyond a shaky nod of her head, he pressed his finger deep inside her clenching heat.

* * *

One lone...long finger. One teasing, tormenting finger was all it took.

Deeper he delved, his finger easing inside her vagina, slowly, yet piercing it roughly. She bucked as heat surged through her body.

“God, you’re so damn tight.”

He added a second finger, easing it into her sex, and she cried out, her insides clenching and releasing against the hot, dual invasion, her entire body on fire.

Warmth gushed out, partly easing his thrusting fingers as they slid deeper, teasing the inner walls, until he was knuckles-deep inside her.

“Oooh, Nick...” The words were little more than a gush of sound as she felt even more of her own wetness ease from her body.

She felt more than heard his groan against her neck. She was on fire for him. In the position she was in, turned away from him, she was glad for the privacy. The thought of making eye contact with him was one she couldn’t fathom. She knew in her eyes he would see her desperate need for him.

“I need more, Sinclair.” His voice was rough. “So much more. I’m sorry...I can’t wait,” he said and before she knew it, he’d flipped her around, catching her off guard.

She would have fallen onto the thick Persian rug had he not lifted her in his arms.

With sure strides he strode with her across the vast room, and moments later she found herself bouncing on the bed.

The room was impossibly dark, yet Sinclair could make out the shadowy figure of his big body as he turned away from the bed and bent to open a drawer nearby.

She heard the sound of his zipper...releasing. The sound of ripping foil...unsheathing.

“This won’t be...easy,” he promised, his voice so low and rough she moaned just from the gravelly sound. The more turned on he was, the more scratchy and rough his voice became. She never knew the sound of a man’s voice in need could do what his did to her.

It was nearly unbearable; her need for him was high.

“But I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

When he lowered his body above hers, she felt more than saw him ease her panties down the rest of the way, lifting her as he removed them completely from her body.

She was on fire for him, yet surprised at the way he’d carefully removed her panties. She’d feared he’d rip them from her.

He laughed roughly and her eyes sought his in the dark.

“They’re too pretty to rip,” he whispered hotly into her ear.

The teasing way he said it, coupled with the fact that he’d read her mind, strangely brought a hot blush to her cheeks.

She laughed with him, softly, intimately, in the dark.

“Thanks...they’re my favorite,” she admitted softly.

“Oh yeah?” he asked. “I like them, too. Peach looks pretty against your golden skin,” he said huskily.

Although the words were negligible, and shouldn’t have turned her on, they did.

God, everything the man said...everything he did, turned her on.

“Thank you,” she said and felt the blush creep again along her skin. The soft pillow talk was the kind that was strangely intimate.

Something lovers said to one another that shouldn’t be hot, but damn if it wasn’t.

She inhaled a deep breath as he nosed his face against the side of her neck. She turned her head against the soft, silk-covered pillow. His unique scent was on the pillow, as well.

She felt her essence as it eased down her center.

The scent of him was surrounding her, containing her within a sensual box.

She lay back further on the bed as he followed her down, his body blanketing hers.

When he hitched her leg up to wrap around his waist, she inhaled a startled breath.

When she felt the press of his shaft at her entry she exhaled the pent-up breath in one long
whoosh
of air.

She swallowed. When he’d held her close she’d felt the length of his erection, but now, unrestrained and sheathed, she knew it to be thicker and longer than she’d thought.

One part of her was afraid to feel it...to touch it and gauge the true length and girth, knowing he was well endowed and worried about him fitting inside her. The other part of her was eager to feel his weight in her hand. She decided that she’d wait to feel it inside her.

“But first, let me make sure you’re ready for me,” he said, his voice low, so low it was a deep gravelly sound, sensually abrasive against her nerve endings.

When she felt the press of one lone, thick finger slowly invading her heat, she inhaled yet another deep steadying breath. He added a second finger. Slowly he pressed inside her, until he was to the second knuckle.

“Oooh,” she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper, and he paused.

He lowered his head and pressed his mouth close to her ear. “Baby...are you okay? God, you’re so tight even on my finger,” he said, the intimate words brushing against her skin.