Trail of Lust (10 page)

Her scents struck him, and his head swam. He encircled her with his arms and lost himself, dizzied by her soft body crushed to his and the silken threads of her hair tickling his nose.

She made a soft noise. He stared down at her, tumbling headlong into her soul-searching gaze. Those cornflower-blue eyes could bring a man to his knees. Hell, he was half in love with her already. How had it happened? After Bella, he swore he'd never get caught up in the charms of another woman. In a few short days, he'd found himself breaking every rule he'd set for himself since that tragedy.

His gaze zeroed in on her full lips, which were as sweet as honey. He had to get her away, and now. Before he pinned her to the wall of the house and speared her on his cock.

Sweeping an arm beneath her round little thighs, he plucked her off her feet. As he swiftly made his way to the barn with her, she touched him.
All over
. Her fingers playing in the hair on his nape, fluttering across his shoulders and up around to cup his jaw. She buried her face against his neck and delivered an openmouthed kiss to his flesh.

A hot growl rumbled up without warning, and he swallowed it back before he released it. She flicked his earlobe with her tongue, sending illicit images through his head.

Once he was a safe distance from the house, he chanced a whisper. “Where does that hired man sleep?"

She stiffened in his hold. His step faltered as warnings sounded in his head.

"Why?” Her breath crossed his face, scented with mint and some other tangy herb.

He looked at her hard. Dammit, he was getting good and tired of only seeing her by moonlight. Impossible to read her gaze in the dark. He flexed his arms around her, bringing her closer. “Is the barn safe for us to be alone?"

"Y-yes. Jenkins sleeps in the upper building.” She pointed to where a smaller hay barn stood.

When Graham didn't move on but continued to stare at her, she leaned in and ran her tongue over his lower lip.

Spurred on by the absolute need to possess her, he strode across the yard. The wind whipped up again, and a barn cat meowed loudly as they passed her. Kathleen giggled against Graham's neck. The sound infused him with joy.

When the cat yowled again, she hissed at it. “Hush, Pepper."

The side door to the barn had a board latch. Graham shoved it up, and the door swung inward silently. Stepping inside with her, he was swallowed by the blackness. The moon was on the other side of the barn, the single high window offering nothing but a faint gray streak of light.

"There's a lantern on that hook to your right."

He shook his head, but she probably couldn't see him. “We can't risk a light. I'll have to use my sense of touch.” Letting her feet fall to the ground, he gathered her against his chest. Finding her mouth was easy—her pull on him was magnetic.

The first brush of his lips against hers raised a quiet moan from her. She coiled her arms around his neck and drew him down as she stretched onto her tiptoes. Her flavors burst inside his head. Before he could ease his tongue between her plump lips, she thrust hers boldly into his mouth.

He bit off a roar of satisfaction. Blood pumping with excitement, he angled his head and deepened the caress. With his fingers, he explored the soft depressions behind her ears and beneath her jaw as their tongues dueled for long, mind-numbing minutes. His cock ached, and his balls were full, ready to blow. She moved restlessly within his embrace so her breasts rubbed his chest.

He skimmed the crests of her cheekbones with his thumbs, learned the soft tickle of her eyelashes at the corners of her eyes. Then, running his fingers through her loose waves, he spun her around and into place, trapping her against the door with his body. He sagged at the knees and ground his cock against her pussy.

The heart-pounding need in him quickly transformed to something else—something he couldn't hold back much longer. Sooner or later, he'd have to tell her he was experiencing emotions that were unreal to him, and that he didn't deserve them.

Her harsh gasp filled his mouth. He swallowed it and continued to probe her, rubbing her needy sex through her skirts. How many layers did she have on? Had she left off her petticoats and the chemise he'd ripped open days ago?

Her hands were wild on him, traversing the planes of his chest and back. When she reached his waist, he held his breath. Instinct urged him to put a stop to her tormenting touch, but part of him waited to see what she did to him. The warmth of her fingers seeped through his clothing and into his very flesh.

The earthy smell of animals and hay edged into his brain, mixed with Kathleen's light, floral scents. He sank his teeth into her plush lower lip and felt the moist skin swell around his teeth.

"Ohhh.” She rubbed against him faster.

He cupped her breasts, weighing them through her bodice, knowing without a doubt she wore nothing beneath the thin cotton. Only a few fibers acted as a barrier between them. A spike of need struck his groin, and his cock grew steelier, if such a thing were possible.

Precum leaked from the tip of his erection. A sudden vision of him painting his juice all over her lower belly and her red curls covering her sex flitted through his head, igniting him fully.

He slammed into her. The door behind her shuddered, and she laughed into his mouth, clawing at his shirt.

Grasping the cloth of her skirt, he bunched it in his fists, lifting it to expose her sex fully. Tearing his mouth away, he dropped to his knees before her. Her arousal struck him full force.

"Fuck, Kathleen. How long have you been waiting for me?"

"Since you released me this morning,” she panted. He looked up to see the faint lines of her sagging against the door, her head bowed to look at him, hair trailing around her face. He rubbed a lock between his fingers. Even without light, he knew the hue intimately. Strands of deep red, roan, and strawberry mixed to create the stunning tendrils.

And the curls covering her pussy would be darkening to a near brown from her juices...

He dipped his head and slid his tongue up her tight seam. Rocking her hips forward to meet his sensuous kiss, she knocked his hat off and twisted her hands in his hair. He nudged her thighs apart, breathed her in. Feminine musk and need. Parting her folds with his tongue, he gathered her cream. She bit off a cry. Now that his eyes had adjusted slightly, he was able to see her hand plastered to her mouth, holding back the noises he longed to hear echoing through the night.

He bit into her clit, scraping it lightly with his teeth as he edged a finger into her tight channel. His head spun, and his world narrowed to include only her flavor, her curvy thighs pressed to him, and the soft moans that escaped her.

Curling his fingers, he pulsed them inside her tight sheath. Wetness slicked his fingers and trickled down his palm. He alternately lapped at her hardened pearl and ground the nubbin into her body.

Small noises escaped her, and she raked her nails over his shoulders. His balls ached heavily, and he wanted nothing more than to plunge his cock deep.

She tensed, her muscles quivering uncontrollably. He continued to drive her higher, up the steep slope of bliss. With a cry, she splintered. Juices coated his tongue. He fucked her faster with his fingers, drawing long, low coos from her. The sounds raised the hairs on his body.

For long minutes, he mouthed her pussy, slower and slower, until she gripped his jaw and drew him up her body. He could now see well enough to make out her glittering eyes.

"I need you, Graham.” Her harsh rasp made his heart turn over.

Leaning over her, he brought his mouth within inches of hers. “You want my cock buried in your sweet body?"

Her soft cry was his answer. “Please, Graham."

"Not yet.” He kissed her, drawing on her tongue, sucking her delicious flavors into his mouth. When she was squirming again, he tore away. “Now tell me what you did today."

She fell still and then stuttered her answer. “My father was ill. I cared for him."

Graham clenched his teeth at the image that popped into his head of her nursing her pa. Emotion welled up in Graham's chest—warmth and pride. He'd picked one hell of a good woman, someone who would stick by him till the end.

"And your father? How is he feeling?"

She drew her lips against her teeth then relaxed them. “He's resting easier."

"Good news. Now...did you think of me more than a little bit?” He rumbled this next to her ear, making her squirm like a butterfly on a pin.

She wrapped her arms around him, digging her short nails into his spine. He placed his mouth on her throat and found the tender spot that made her writhe, swirling his tongue just below her ear for long moments. He released her before he left a mark, though the need to show the world he owned her burned inside him. After he'd asked her to hide their relationship until he decided it was safe, she wore her ring on a thin string around her throat. It hung between her fragrant breasts.

Trailing his lips down her throat, he flicked his tongue over the small bit of skin that wasn't buttoned into her bodice. He longed to see her undone—mussed up, buttons open to reveal a slash of pale flesh and her round breasts, hair dipping into her smoldering eyes.

Gripping her waist, he lifted her and set her aside. Then he reached for the metal shovel handle he saw gleaming in the faint moonbeams. He wedged this against the crossbar of the door, securing anyone from entering. The big main doors could be opened, but not without enough ruckus to alert Graham so he could hurriedly get Kathleen hidden.

He turned to her again, fists clenched, and panting for control. She flew into his arms, her mouth suddenly against his.
I don't deserve her. Please, God, don't ever let her walk away from me.

He picked her up and carried her to the high stack of hay bales against one wall. Quickly, he shed his shirt and threw it over one of the lower bales.

"What are you doing?” Her voice was a faint shiver.

His cock stiffened at the dusky tone of it—a tone he'd heard when she was stretched beneath him.

"Bend over it, baby."

Her breath caught. He tried to see her face, but the window wasn't affording them any light. For what seemed like an eternity, he waited to hear her gasp. Finally, when he was about to shake her, she gasped.

"What are you going to do?"

He snaked an arm around her waist, dragging her close to tongue the sensitive spot on her throat until she grew boneless in his hold. Gently, he eased her over the hay bale. “Trust me, darlin'. I'll never hurt you. This is another way to be loved."

"Like the...animals?"

"Mmm-hmm. But so much better.” He smoothed his hands over her rounded buttocks, thrilling at the silken feel of her skin beneath the cotton of her skirt. White heat threaded through his groin. He ground his molars against the need to throw up her skirt and plunge balls-deep.

Judging by her voice and the muscles beneath his hands, she was nervous as a colt. He had to soothe her first. Blanketing her back with his body, he nuzzled her throat and ear.

He reached beneath her and cradled one breast, teasing the nub into a hard peak. When her back began to arch, he knew she was ready for more. Pinching the fabric of her skirt, he eased it over her bare legs and ass. He ran a palm over her skin, raising gooseflesh in his wake. And getting a raging erection in the process.

Behind them, the quiet shifting of hooves sounded. Graham ignored it and focused on his wife's breathing. Each mewl drove him on, growing with intensity. When he felt between her legs, he discovered how slick she was. Wetter than before, when he'd just given her release with his tongue. What he really wanted to hear was her call his name—to know he was the only man in her universe and always would be.

He pushed one finger into her entrance and nibbled her neck. “I'm going to do just this, baby. Except it's going to be my cock filling you. Do you want that?"

"Ohhh, yes, Graham!” She bucked against his hand, fucking his digit. Her body clenched and released.

"Not yet.” He removed his finger, leaving her with a ragged sigh on her lips. Unbuttoning his fly, he let his cock spring free. Shoving his pants all the way down to his boots, he then reached for her skirt and folded it around her waist, fully exposing her glistening sex. He smiled.

The moon is on my side for once.

Taking his cock in hand, he nuzzled her wet folds. She moaned and pushed back, eager for him. The tip of his shaft oozed his want for her. Pushing, he split her sweet lips and buried himself deep.

She cried out. The sound was muffled by the hay and the thick walls of the barn. He went completely still, fighting back the urge to roar his satisfaction.
Soon. Soon we'll have our own house and can shake the walls down with our screams.

He placed a hand on her lower back, arching her to receive more of him. The glorious lines of her ripe buttocks rose up, cupping his groin as he withdrew almost to the tip, then slammed back into her.

She turned her face into profile. If only the moonlight would fall across her features, allowing him to see her ecstasy. Hearing her wasn't enough. He bored into her body once more. His balls slapped her ass, and he growled his need.

"Graham...you're so deep."

He bit down, struggling to keep from exploding. “It's the angle. Damn, baby, you're so tight!"

She rocked, and he pistoned his hips faster, driven by a primal urge to sink farther, to shoot his seed and have it take root in her belly.

She clamped down on him hard, and he realized with a start that she was coming. Contracting around him. Soaking him.

With an uninhibited moan, he unloaded. Cum spurted from his shaft, bathing her hot walls. Each drop spiraled from his body, joining them.

A shock ripped through him as he realized he was joined by something higher. All the tenderness, protectiveness, and lust had transformed into a warm blossom of love.

He leaned over her, kissing her neck, shoulder, spine. Anything that came into contact with his lips. When the final jolt of orgasm washed over him, he pulled out of her body. She sagged, limp. He rolled her up to face him and claimed her mouth in a long, passionate kiss.