Trusting Love (15 page)

“And what do you want with your life?”

“Right now?” he asked, pulling her into his arms so suddenly she couldn’t stop him and realised when he did, she never would. He was so hard, but warm and the way he held on made it okay to just hang on tight. The burning in her nose and throat ached the longer he simply hugged her, not saying a word. “I want to hold you. Just hold you,” he murmured.

Chapter Ten

The heat of Robert’s body warmed Kristen slowly. He didn’t kiss her or try to stroke her into the passion of last night. But in many ways it was better. This, his embrace, explained better than words why they fit. It proved to her, to her deepest fears that this, the way he brought her up tight to his chest, was why she’d never been able to forget him. Somehow she’d known he’d hold her like this, calmly, patiently with more care than anyone she’d ever had in her life. Her parents included.

Rowdy barked. The sound startled her. Robert steadied her shoulders and shifted his eyes over her features then pinned his gaze on her lips for a long moment—long enough for her to grow uncomfortably warm.

“So jumpy, darling why is that?”

She couldn’t think of a thing to say so she reached up and touched the stubble along his jaw, caressing his face because she couldn’t resist.

“You didn’t shave.”

“I couldn’t find anything other than some girly razor.”

He caught her hand with a smile and kissed her fingers, but his attention was fixed on her lips. As his gaze intensified, she fought the overwhelming urge to lick her lips. Right when she would have, he bent his head and met her eyes as he brought his head down closer to hers.

“Oh,” she breathed.

“Do you even know what it does to me when you look at me like that, Kris?” He dropped her hand and pulled her body flush with his with a grip around her waist. “It’s like I can’t breathe,” he whispered. He paused with his lips so close she could feel the heat of them, building her anticipation to an impossible degree. “I’m going to kiss you again, Kristen.”

Instead of doing that, he waited, for what she didn’t know, but she couldn’t stand the anticipation and took a chance on Robert McNeil.

She leaned in and kissed him first. She had to tiptoe to do it, and wrap her arms around his neck to keep her lips locked in place, but she did it.

The reward of his husky groan and the way he tightened his hands on her lower back made the move worth it. Warmth blossomed along every inch of her body. He was so much taller, bigger and warmer than her, she fell against him fully, thrilled by the taste of him. With a smile, she pulled back far enough to meet his eyes.

“You had coffee,” she murmured.

“Yeah, I did,” he said, but she barely let him speak before she kissed him again. She couldn’t seem to stop. A fire built to a degree that had her aching. She pulled his head down closer to hers and ran her tongue along his with a silent demand for more than a kiss.

He gave her more, much more. He lifted her by his possessive grip on her butt and turned her, immediately backing her against the barn wall while he drove his hungry tongue past her lips to explore her mouth with that attention to every detail she’d experienced with him before. Only this time he was standing and fully,
completely
aware. And in charge.

It wasn’t enough. She wiggled closer to him and her temperature soared at the hard rise of his erection. With a soft moan she couldn’t hold in, she reached down to slip her hand past his waistband to stroke him. He groaned so loudly an answering flood of moisture pooled between her thighs making her slick and ready from just the sound of him. He was huge in her hand, so warm and hard but silky smooth, she couldn’t touch him enough.

“Yeah, Kristen, burn for me. Let me see you,” he urged, tearing at her top without missing a beat with his kiss. She didn’t care. She wasn’t cold and Robert was so hot, his shaft so amazing she could barely wait to see him again, to taste him, too. She knew he’d warm her.

He murmured her name again with a desperate sounding whisper when she tightened her hand under the head of his penis and rubbed along a spot there. Almost instantly he tackled her backwards, and, breathing heavily, gripped his hand over hers. “Not so fast, you’ll make this solider misfire,” he said with such a tight expression her body experienced that rollercoaster thrill again.

“Is that so?” she teased, letting him remove her hand as long as he kept pressing hot kisses down her neck back to her ear.

Not wanting to end this here, but suddenly remembering his gunshot wounds, she stopped him with a hand on where he was working her jacket open.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet,” he said, sounding so husky but worried, she kissed his lips quickly before she let him go and helped him with her jacket, throwing it aside as soon as she could.

“No, are you kidding? But, well, are you sure we should? I mean, your wounds—”

He sighed in relief and leaned into her while he took his own jacket off and pressed her hand back against his bulge. “Does this feel like I’m not ready? My wounds don’t even hit a blip on the radar right now, Kris. I’m zeroed in on you.”

“Are you sure?” she asked. “I don’t want you hurt,” she added trying to remember that sex in the barn might not be what the doctor would order.

“Oh, baby, I’m hurting right now,” he reminded her, curling her fingers over his thick hard-on with a grin. He dropped his hand when he seemed satisfied she wasn’t letting go and caressed every inch of her he exposed. With a groan he lifted her shirt so both her breasts were practically bare to his hungry mouth and gaze.

She tried not to lose the moment, tried not to worry over what he’d think of how small her breasts were, but the fear rose up higher as he stared down at her, caressing her sides and stomach and back before he tenderly cupped both breasts.

He licked his lips and her pussy pulsed wickedly at the sight of his pink tongue.

“So beautiful. Do you realise how beautiful you are, Kris?” he asked startling her even more when he groaned heavily and bent his head to lift one of her small breasts and latch onto her nipple right through the sheer lace of her bra.

A wash of sensations rippled down her body, making her squirm and sigh all at once. His hands were everywhere now, stroking her, as if carefully learning every inch of her. She started to feel desperate for him to fill her. He couldn’t, not with his pants still on. With a moan, she reached down and found his zipper, tugging it open to the rough, masculine sound of his approval.

He helped her by reaching in and pulling the thick length of his erection free completely. She’d seen him before, when he’d masturbated, but here, in the barn, with the chilly snow falling just feet away and her body burning to have that thick cock inside her, she couldn’t stop herself from reaching out and stroking up and down the long, hard length of him. The solid feel of his girth, with all the lines of veins under the silky skin had her already wet pussy flooding her all over again. Soon, this would be inside her, driving into her with Robert’s powerful body.

“I want you,” she whispered.

He surprised her by reaching out and cupping her face gently in his hands and tipping her head so she had to meet his eyes.

“I want you, too.” The hoarse quality of his voice sounded so good, she stroked both hands down to the thicker base of his erection, circling to cup his heavy sac with her fingers.

His face darkened and he bent to press his forehead to hers. “I want to make this right, Kris. This, here, isn’t all I want. You understand that, right?”

“Yes, I understand,” she agreed quickly.

He covered her hand with his and stopped her strokes, meeting her eyes with something she couldn’t define.

“I mean this is more than hot sex in your barn, Kris. This isn’t some snowed-in sexcapade, but more.” The intensity was there, the need for her, the passion and desire was clear in his expression and body.

“Yes,” she finally whispered, wanting more too—him, right now—but unsure what else he wanted. “Now this, then we’ll…” She licked her lips, suddenly not sure what more she could give him. Right when she would have said more, he nodded and reached down to unzip her jeans, holding her hands with one of his as he did, his eyes on her so intently she pulled one free to caress his face and lean in to kiss him.

“Right now, we do this, then we’ll talk,” he said.

Talk.
Oh God, why did they have to talk when every part of her body wanted him with a need so strong she was going to take him, here, in her barn? She’d only dreamed of him for years and last night he had teased her with the reality of how good it would be making love to him. Now he wanted more.
But what more?

“Kristen, I need to feel you,” he murmured against her lips.

She nodded, too caught up in the warmth of his hand on her lower stomach to breathe. Slowly, watching her face, he slipped his fingers inside her panties. “Later we’ll talk. Now trust me and feel.”

She bit her lip at the passion burning in his expression. Watching her, he carefully caressed her then, keeping his eyes on her face, he gently brushed his hand over her bare mound. At the first feel of her wetness, his expression tightened. Slowly, he sank a finger inside her. The sensation of him watching her while he began stroking her was so hot she couldn’t keep in the gasp of pleasure.

A satisfied groan broke free from him and he pushed in deeper, making her want to cry—it felt so good. He narrowed his eyes, clearly as turned on as she was, but she was too mesmerised by what he was doing to do more than tighten her hold on his shoulders as the pleasure grew.

“God, you’re so wet, darling. I want to go slow but I want—”

“Robert, I’m ready,” she told him lifting on tiptoes to kiss him with all the passion boiling up inside her. He didn’t stop. He drove in and out quicker, then made her moan by adding another finger. He spread her wider with the two, then hauled her up close to his body with his grip on her butt. She couldn’t stand it. She ripped his button-down shirt open so she could press herself skin to skin with him, so on fire for him to make love to her—now—that she bit down on his chest.

“Yeah, that’s it, burn for me, Kristen.”

“I am, I am,” she whispered as soon as he broke off the kiss.

He stood there, his chest exposed revealing such tight hard muscles she rubbed against him all the way down to the hot bar of his erection then back up to run a hand over the two Band-Aids he’d put over his shoulder wound. “You’re certain you’re ready?”

“Isn’t that my line?” he asked with a tight smile. “But, oh yeah, I’m ready,” he whispered, bending to kiss her thoroughly while he worked her jeans down her hips.

She kissed every inch of him she could reach while he did and wrapped her hands around his penis to stroke the length of him. He was so hard that he hung down from his hips at an angle that thrilled her. As soon as he had her jeans past her butt he stopped and looked around the barn.

“There, right there,” he growled, picking her up with a grip under her shoulders and knees.

“Robert!”

“Hell, you’re driving me insane here, Kristen,” he said, walking over to the rack of saddles. Her heart hit her throat when he settled her back down and said, “Turn around because there’s no way I’m taking more off and chance you freezing out here half dressed.”

“Three-quarter dressed is okay then?” she teased but with a smile and turned so her butt was to him and tossed her hair out of her way so she could watch him as he urged her to lean over the leather of the nearest saddle.

His smile grew into a heart-stopping full grin. “This might get a bit wild,” he said, with such feeling that she shivered and arched her back to expose more of herself for him. He shocked her by squatting down behind her. Before she could straighten and turn around, he cupped her butt and tipped her higher and licked her.

“Oh God!” His tongue was amazing, reaching the sensitive spot she had in front then right over to her clit like he had that radar he’d teased her about. Within seconds, she bent lower and gave him room then cried out again as he started licking her entrance, dipping his tongue inside her then sucking on her just perfectly. She almost climaxed. The sensation was so close she froze.

Robert didn’t. He was everywhere—everywhere she secretly wanted and needed but had never experienced before. She felt the nearness of an orgasm building its wicked path to detonation. With a deep growl, and a harder suck he licked a path of heat all the way to the curve of her butt, then kissed each cheek with another heavy groan.

“Can’t wait, damn, I’m sorry, darling, but I can’t wait,” he breathed against her, rubbing his bristled jaw on her butt. “I want to make you come like this because damn if you don’t taste sweet,” he murmured, then stood with a quick squeeze to her bottom like he couldn’t let go. “But I’m not gonna last this first time,” he warned.

“Robert, you, I want you now,” she managed taking a ragged breath of relief when his knuckles brushed her sensitive butt as he settled the head of his cock to her entrance.

“Want this to be good,” he said, bending over her so their faces were close together. He sounded so breathless and turned on. She kissed his neck and sucked along his jaw until she found his lips. The kiss grew heated, and as it did, he began feeding her his erection. The first velvety press spread her almost painfully, but she lifted her butt to thrust back for more.

“Slow down, darling. You’re so tight and small,” he muttered sounding breathless already as he kept a grip on his erection and only allowed her a little more of his size with each pass.

I’m not going to last
. He went deeper on his next pass. The way he stretched her body with his felt so good, she had to bite her lip to keep from begging for more. As if knowing what she needed, he reached around between her thighs and stroked her clit on his next shallow thrust and she angled back, getting more of him. It was like he’d rammed a thick, unbendable pole inside her, he was so hard. But it felt so good, so right, she cried out his name and thrust backward.