True Love's Fire: A Red Hot Valentine Story (Hell Yeah!) (11 page)

“My panties come off,” she answered with a straight face.

He started to yank it, but she dodged, giggling. “Down, boy. You’re gonna make me spill my cocoa. And you don’t want to get between a woman and her chocolate.”

“For now, but I plan on tugging on more than that ribbon in a little while. I want my lips back on your nipples and that sweet cherry clit of yours.”

Lia moaned. “You are so damn addictive.”

“You better believe it.” Her reaction seemed to satisfy him. “So, what were you doing with Cabe Allen?”

“Watching him rehearse, helping him with interpretations of the songs. I write them, but he sometimes puts a little different spin on them.” She shrugged. “He likes my input.”

“I want to watch you in that environment sometimes. I bet you’re hot as hell.”

Lia almost spilled her drink, she laughed so hard. “I don’t think so.”

“You mean no one made a pass at you. That I don’t believe.”

Honestly, Lia didn’t pay much attention to any looks or attention she might get from men. After living in Adah all of these years, she’d learned to go about her business and not notice how others reacted to her presence. And what Reggie did, wouldn’t be considered a ‘pass’, except in prison, maybe. “We’re working on two new songs, a Bonnie and Clyde one that tends to be sympathetic to them and a ballad of the Alamo called
A Line in the Sand
.”

“Really?” He sat across from her Indian style, with his legs crossed under him, sexy as all get-out. “I have an intense interest in the Alamo. I’d like to see what you’ve done, maybe I can help.”

He looked so excited, she leaned over to kiss him. “I’d like that.”

“Do you only write ballads?”

“No, I wrote Sela Duncan’s song, His Smile.”

“Great song, very emotional. Any more love songs?”

“Not in a long time. I quit believing in love.” His expression froze as he looked at her, but she didn’t give him a chance to say anything else. “Tell me what you’ve been doing?”

She could tell he wanted to pursue her comment, but he didn’t. Instead he recounted the strange, humorous incident with Isaac’s barmaid being shot between the eyes and living to drink coffee while she waited to be patched up. Then, he sobered and told her about Angela. “I’m scared over this one, Lia. She may have to make a choice between her life and the life of her child.”

“No woman should ever have to do that.” She looked at him sympathetically, knowing he would get emotionally involved with this case. He was going to be hurt. “I know which one I’d choose.”

Scott didn’t like to think about Lia ever being in that type of situation. “If I were the father, there would be no doubt which one I would choose.”

She nodded sympathetically. “Yes, the child.”

“No, I wouldn’t choose the child’s life, I’d choose yours. In a heartbeat.”

Lia smiled, weakly. “Well then, I’m thankful we don’t have to make that decision. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m praying for a way out of this, but I don’t know if we’ll get one or not.”

Setting down her hot chocolate, she took his cup. “Put your head in my lap. Let me pet you. I’ll make you feel better.” He dragged the pillows from the couch, much as they had at Windswept, and stretched out on the floor. Even though there was desire in the air, the atmosphere was restful, peaceful. His head lay in her lap, her fingers playing through his dark hair.

As he watched the flames, his hands were joined on his mid-section. She let her eyes rove over his face and his body. Damn, the man was fine. What was he doing here in the back-of-nowhere, Arkansas with the likes of her? Did he want to make love to her? Did he want to touch her? Hold her? Lia could imagine bending down, kissing him, devouring his groans. She wanted passion from this man. And she wanted more…

Staring down at Scott, she watched his eyes. The flames from the fire were reflected in their depths, his long lashes forming shadows against high cheekbones. She let her gaze slide down his body and felt the familiar ache between her legs at the sight of the large bulge in his jeans. “Are you always hard?”

He looked up at her, blue eyes meeting green. “Around you, yes.”

“Why?” Lia needed to understand. She was a bit amused, but a lot turned on. The idea of being wanted by this man was too entrancing to ignore.

“Why?” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her down for a kiss. “Just thinking of how creamy wet your pussy gets for me turns my cock to stone.” He wove his fingers in her hair, anchoring her close. “All I can think about is being inside of you, fucking you hard and fast until you fly apart in my arms.”

“I seem to remember doing that for you once.” She gave in to the tug of his hand, stretching out beside him, her head next to his on the pillow. Lia placed a hand on Scott’s neck, massaging his nape. She touched her lips to his gently. And he began to kiss her. God, she almost swooned! His kiss. If she could write another love song, she’d entitle it
His Kiss
. Moaning against his lips, she let herself go, sinking into the wonder of his lips against hers. Their tongues sliding over one another, tasting, licking, her sheathe contracting on itself, aching to be taken by him.  

“I want you,” he murmured. Immediately his hands were at the hem of her sweater. She got the idea, helped him and soon they were both naked. Her breasts peaked and swelled at the sight of his nude body. His cock was full and distended, jutting out from the thatch of dark hair. It was heavily veined, the crown purple and leaking precum.

Pushing her down, flat of her back, Scott came over her. Lia clutched his upper arms, leaving nail marks as she held on tight. He ran a hand gently up her thigh, a caressing promise. Arching to him, she groaned as her nipples rasped against his chest hair. “Make love to me, Scott,” she begged as she sucked at the skin of his neck. In some small way, she wanted to leave her mark on him. 

“God, yes,” he moaned the words as he kissed a path down her chest to the upper swells of her breasts. Lia curled one of her legs around his, trapping him. But he was a willing prisoner. His greedy lips captured a nipple and sucked hard. Sizzles of electricity arced through her. She pushed upward, tempting him to take as much of her as he wanted. Despite her brave words about never expecting love to find her, she was beginning to dream of forever—very dangerous indeed.

“I could kiss you for hours.” His lips slid down her body, he pressed wet open-mouth kisses to the smooth skin above her mons. Lia had always kept herself smooth, it was a habit based on preference rather than the hopes she’d ever feel a man’s hot breath down there, but, God, she was glad she did. “Spread your legs, I want to look at you.”

Lia spread herself, bending her knees, arranging herself as a butterfly might, stretching open for him, totally vulnerable. He sat back, opening her even farther by pressing on her inner thighs. His eyes were alight with lust. Lia could feel his gaze as clearly as she could his touch. It only made her wetter.

“Christ, you’re beautiful.” Scott licked his lips. “I can see how much you want me.”

“I do, I can’t help it.” She lifted her hips, imploringly. His cock jerked. Both of their eyes went to it. “I want you inside of me.”

“How? How do you want it?” If she wanted him gentle, that’s how he’d take her. If she wanted him slow and easy, he’d do it if it killed him. “Just ask.”

“I want it real. I want you to take me just the way you want me. I want to see you. Feel you.”

“Then that’s how you’ll get it.” His hand lowered and Lia gasped as he pushed two fingers up inside of her. That wasn’t what she wanted, but it felt so good she didn’t complain. He pushed deep, curling his fingers to play with a little spot she hadn’t even known she possessed.

“Scott!” She keened as he pushed his fingers in and out, manipulating that hidden place which seemed to be as sensitive as her clit or nipples.

“More?” He seduced her with his touch, he drove her mad with his mouth, on her tits, on her lips—he was everywhere. “I want more. I want this.” Bending, he kissed her pussy, twirling his tongue around her clit. Fitting his lips around it, he flickered his tongue fast, lapping like a hungry tiger.

“You’re killing me, you realize that,” she panted in a tight little voice.

“What a way to go.” He set out to steal her breath, her sanity and her soul, licking, kissing, sucking. He feasted at her flesh until she was ravenous for all of him.

“Stop, stop, stop,” she almost wept.

“Why?” He saw no reason to delay their ecstasy.

“I have to touch you. I want you.” She pushed on his chest. “Now.”

Lying back, he opened his arms. “Here I am, take me.” Lia looked at him, from the tip of his toes, past that magnificent cock, to the top of his head.

Then, she ran the tip of her pretty pink tongue around her lips. It was the sexiest damn sight he’d ever seen. She moved between his thighs. “You’re at my mercy.” It wasn’t a question.

“Show none.” He challenged her. Smoothing her hands up his legs, she caressed the hard muscles up and down, nearer and nearer, almost touching his cock, just lightly passing his aching ball sac. “Lord have mercy.”

“No use asking him for favors, you’re mine now.” Mine. How bold was she?

He didn’t seem to mind. “Fuck,” he breathed. “I like the sound of that.”

She did too, too much. Lowering her head, she licked his balls, drawing one between her lips, playfully rolling it with her tongue. “Houston!” he bellowed, his whole body almost levitating from the floor. 

“Problem?”

Scott couldn’t take his eyes from her. She was amazing, wooing him, seducing him, playing with him. With kitten-like licks and nibbles she tortured his sack, his thighs, then the thick stalk of his cock, working her way up to slip her lips over the head and suck on him like the sweetest candy. She licked, she laved, she ran her hands over his legs, up his stomach and found his nipples and gave them a slight pinch. “Christ!” he screamed. He had never been so hard. “I’m gonna cum, I swear to God.” Perspiration was forming on his brow, he had to fuck her or die.

“Not till you get inside me.” Crawling up his body like a hungry feline, she straddled him, keeping her legs wide, she lowered herself onto his cock. Scott held onto her legs, caressing them as her pussy enveloped the head. It was absolute agonizing ecstasy to feel her take him in slowly, luxuriously impaling herself on his cock.

“Heaven,” she murmured as she lifted herself up and down, letting him slide out, then taking him back in. Each time, he could see the thick syrup of her passion coating his rod. Slowly, oh so slowly, she massaged him with rhythmic caresses, pussy-kisses. She used his body like an instrument of joy, her hands resting on his pecs as she rode him to paradise and back.

Scott could feel his body tightening, the pleasure mounting. Her face had that look of complete abandon. He wanted to hold on to her, to the moment forever. Grasping her hips, he steadied her as she took him, letting her body adjust to the invader whom she’d conquered so effortlessly. Quick and hard. Slow and smooth. She varied her attack and bent him to her will.

Lia rode him. And he loved it. His hips lifted, giving her as much pleasure as she offered. Palming her tits, he molded them, twisting and tweaking her nipples till she unraveled before his eyes. A scream tore from her lips as she was flung off the edge of the world. Just watching her face, her body as she made love to him was all it took. He lost the last grip he had on his control and spurted into her, pulsing and pumping, filling her up with his cum.

Exhausted, he pulled her to his chest, stealing a kiss from her cheek. “Tired, kitten?”

“Pooped,” she purred. “I was good, huh?”

“Damn straight.” He laid her to one side, long enough to rise, pick her up and carry her to bed. Placing her down, Scott covered her, returning to the living room. He tended to the dog, closed the fireplace doors and readied himself for the night. It was early, but the only place he wanted to be was by her side. Maybe they needed the rest. God knows, he needed to hold her. Getting back to her had been all he could think of. Every moment when he hadn’t been concentrating on a patient, Lia had been on his mind. What did this mean? Had the quintessential bachelor met the woman he couldn’t live without?

Maybe, he damn sure intended to search his soul till he found the answer.

But until then…he had some snuggling to do.

*  *  *

They rarely got out of bed. Every topic either could think of, every childhood memory, every dream or hope which came to mind, they shared. Propped up on pillows, they worked on her Alamo song. He helped her with the bridge, coming up with a phrase that just fit. Now, she just lacked one more verse.

Against all odds, they stood as one; choosing not to go

A line drawn in the sand

Heroes of the Alamo

Scott told her of Renee, how she’d hurt him. He didn’t bring in his philandering past. There was no use to muddy the waters. But in his own way, he was trying to explain his decisions—be they good or bad. She also held him while he worried about his patients. “I hold their lives in my hands. Sometimes the pressure is almost more than I can bear.”

“Remember, someone else holds your hand.” She was speaking of divine guidance, but she placed her palm over his, letting him feel her support, her faith in him.

While they were pouring their hearts out, she buried her face in his neck and told him why she’d doubted herself, why she was so unsure of herself as a woman. “I was foolish and gullible. So lonely, I believed he wanted me, but all he wanted was my songs. After I gave in to him, I found out he was only paying me a fraction of what I was supposed to get.” Cheating her out of money was bad enough, but “when he told me how he felt about me, I wanted to hide.”

Scott hugged her close. “He was a crook. Nothing he said was true. You are beautiful and any man would be proud to be seen with you anywhere.”

“Promise?”

“On my honor as a member of the Sons of the Republic of Texas.” His retort made her giggle.

“I have a good time with you.” She molded herself to his side.

“I enjoy being with you, baby.”

“Wanna go play in the snow?” She paused. “I dare you.”

He realized she was avoiding a conversation again, but Scott was never one to turn down a dare. They bundled up, took the dog, and raced out into the morning air. His ride would be coming in an hour or so, and they were making the most of every moment. They walked, holding hands, telling every silly joke they could think of. “When does a doctor get mad?” she asked.

“When?”

“When he runs out of patients.”

“Awwww.” He grabbed her up and ran. “You need joke telling lessons.”

“Do not.” She wiggled down and ran off, him chasing her. When she got a few steps away, she scooped up some snow and pelted him one, right upside the shoulder. “Score!”

“Why you little…” He picked up some snow, balled it up, got ready to throw it at her and discovered she’d taken off like a wild deer, laughing all the way. Scott ran after her, only he couldn’t see her. Looking wildly around, he turned to the left, then to the…WHAP! She’d been hiding behind a tree.

“Houston!” he growled as he picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder. With the palm of his hand, he gave her rump a resounding slap.

“Why, I never!” She tried to put her hands over the place that was now deliciously warm.

“Oh yes, you have.” He let her slide down his body. “And you’re going to be doing it again and again—with me.” He framed her face and kissed her voraciously. “I can’t get enough of you. I don’t think I ever will.” She kissed him back, but the overwhelming emotions she was feeling made her break away.

“Let’s make snow angels.” Finding a fluffy patch of deep drift, she lay on the ground and moved her legs and arms, fanning them out to create the form of an angel. “See what I made?”

“That’s nothing.” He was bent to the ground, a stick in hand. “See what I made?”

She rose to look. He had written on the ground and what he’d written made her stop breathing.