Chapter 8
Baylor
With her back against the doorframe to the bedroom, she tips her head while her fingers fist my shirt, holding me as close as she can. “What traffic?”
I chuckle. “There was no traffic, Shortcake. I came over as soon as I could slip away from the family.”
“Oh.” A smile grows wide across her pretty face. “So no one at the ranch knows you’re gone?”
“No one.” I run my hand over her cheek, but my skin is too rough against her softness, so I push my fingers into her hair. I release the strands from the wrap holding it on her head and watch it tumble over her shoulders and frame her sweet face.
“In that case, we have all night.”
“No sense in wasting a minute.” I kiss her again, but it’s not me moving this time. It’s her, tugging me into the bedroom and toward the mattress. We’re not going to take this slow. There isn’t going to be a warm-up to get either of us in the mood .
We’re already there.
Her nipples push against the thin cotton of her short top. Her lips glisten after being freshly kissed. A fire ignites in her eyes that tells me she’s ready to do more than a little foreplay.
I grab her hips to stop her from slipping out of my reach and lift her. Her legs come around my center as I get a good grip on her ass. Her hands hold my face, angling me up to look into her brown eyes just before she says, “I hope you brought protection.”
With her anchored around my midsection, I reach around to my back pocket and pull out the packets. Holding it up, the packets unfurl in rapid succession. “I brought protection, alright.”
She eyes the string of condoms and starts to laugh. “And apparently some high hopes. Twelve, Baylor?”
“Anything’s possible with you looking so good, baby.”
Tossing the packets on the bed, I adjust her and slide my hand under her T-shirt. I rub my fingers over her pert nipple and then move to the other before pinching to watch her reaction. She sucks in a breath, but her eyes stay locked on mine. I lick my lips, and whisper, “So fucking sexy.”
I nose under her shirt to taste her, to feel those perfect nipples against my lips. Her hands hold the back of my head, keeping me right where she wants me, exactly where I want to be. I flick her nipple with my tongue and take it between my teeth.
Gentle.
Gentle.
I nip just enough to cause her back to arch against me.
Rubbing her body against my dick, I’m so ready to be inside this woman instead of having layers between us. A groan rumbles through me, and when I lift my head, I kiss her again, stealing her breath and swallowing it down.
She rubs against me, her own wants murmured into my ear until she bites my lobe and whispers, “I want you. Please.”
Please is all I need.
I set her on the bed and tug my shirt off first. She follows, taking hers off and tossing it wildly. Looking at her bare tits, I want to memorize each curve of her perfect body and the pink of her tips as goose bumps scatter across her chest. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
Her head falls to the side with a sweeter smile crossing her lips. “No, tell me again.”
Grinning, I reply, “You’re so beautiful, Lauralee.
It’s almost too much to take in.” I start on the belt, but her hands replace mine.
I could fucking come right here and now when she looks up at me like she’s waited her whole life for this.
“ Fuck me, babe.” I don’t even know what I’m saying.
I just know I can’t wait to feel her from the inside.
“I’m trying,” she says, adding a teasing smirk and a quick lick of her lips. My gaze homes in on the shine that glistens for me and the plush of those lips, which has me imagining what my dick would look like sliding in and out from that mouth. “You’re so hard for me.”
She’s going to be the fucking end of me.
I reach for the crook of her neck, massaging any built-up tension, and slide up the back of her head. “So fucking hard for you.”
Wrapping her hand around the base of me, she takes the other and slides it over my abs.
She doesn’t disappoint when she closes her eyes and takes me into her mouth.
Stopping as if it’s too much, the intensity between us, the size, the need for another breath, and slide farther down until she reaches her hand and sucks.
“Uh,” I breathe out, closing my eyes and letting my head swim in the heat of her mouth.
When she slides back, I force myself to take her in, catching her eyes beaming up at me in pure pleasure. The vixen. She just might be the devil in disguise. Fucking hell. I’m ready for the downfall.
Taking me in again, she moves quick after a flick of her tongue over my tip and grants me a savoring moan. And then I’m deep inside her mouth again, tapping against her throat and yanked from the bliss over and over again until I’m on the verge of losing everything.
As soon as she swallows around me, readying herself, I hold her there.
Her eyes flash open and stare up at me with questions.
Gathering myself together, I stand firm, keeping my voice steady, and say, “I want to look at you just like this. Remember this when I’m back in the city and get off to the memory.
” If I could take a picture, I’d frame it and hang it above my bed.
She’s fucking stunning wrapped around me like this.
I pull out slowly. Leaning down, I tilt her chin up and kiss her gorgeous, swollen lips.
“As incredible as it would be to . . .” My eyes drop to her mouth again as I run the pad of my thumb over the cushion of her bottom lip.
“Finish here.” I drag my gaze to her eyes again.
“I’m going to come with your body wrapped around mine and caught in the best orgasm you’ve ever had. ”
“The best I’ve ever had is a tall order.”
“I’m up for the challenge.”
She bites her lip, and says, “I don’t doubt that for a second.” She stands with a smirk and pushes down her little shorts. “I’ve been counting on it. ”
Damn. I slowly exhale, looking over her bare body as she stands before me, allowing me to indulge in more than a once-over. “So fucking sexy.”
And time is of the essence. I toe off my shoes and tug my socks from my feet before stepping out of my jeans and boxer briefs. Now it’s just the two of us with nothing to hide behind but our words. No masks and no clothes. All of us exposed.
She leans back on her elbows, her gaze taking the scenic route to my face. Smiling, she says, “And here I thought tonight would be boring.”
“Nope.” I climb on the bed next to her. “I’m here to entertain.”
I love the sound of her laughter when it’s louder and taking up space in the room. It’s the sound of Lauralee being who she really is; the joy that sparks in her eyes when she’s excited matches this exact pitch of her laughter.
We scoot higher on the bed. But before she tucks her legs under the covers, I reach over to stop her. “Don’t hide. I like looking at you.”
Her cheeks heat pink, and her body squirms. “I like the way you look at me.”
“Good because I can’t seem to take my eyes off you.” I roll to my side and kiss her. I cover her with my body.
She widens her legs, welcoming me in to settle between them. Our bodies grazing, her softness against my hard, my muscles to hers as our tongues tangle along with our legs.
Our mouths part when I reach down for the packets on the lower half of the mattress. When I return to reclaim my position, she’s smiling. The tips of her nails scrape gently across my hairline before adding more pressure and dipping into my hair.
I ask, “What has you smiling like that? ”
“You. You’re the one I never saw coming.” My chest tightens from her words, that fire in her eyes softening to a flickering flame. But then she says, “Seems you got me right where you want me. Now what are you going to do?”
“I have a few ideas.” I rip a packet from the fanfold and sit up on my knees to cover my length. I like how she watches me, how desire coats her gaze and burns through the wriggling of her hips. I like that she wants me as much as I do her.
Dropping back down into place, I plant my elbows on either side of her head and position my dick at her entrance. When she cups my face and lifts to kiss me, I push inside her, swallowing her gasp and tasting her moan.
The heat shoots through my veins.
The embrace that feels like it engulfs my entire being.
The passion I feel for this woman culminates, causing me to pause as soon as I’m buried to the hilt. I drop my head on the bed beside her. With my eyes closed, I take this in, overwhelmed by the sensation of being inside Lauralee.
I’ve had thoughts since the reception and again last night, which didn’t lessen the drive building in me to taste the forbidden. But this is better. So much better than I imagined.
“Are you okay?” she asks, whispering against my neck and placing a kiss there. Her arms hold me as her hands rub my back.
I smile when I lift my head, angling toward her. “I’m better than okay.”
She smiles with the slightest of nods.
Balancing on one arm, I reach down between us, hooking my arm under her right leg and lifting just as I pull out and thrust back in. “Oh yeah . . .” I groan, picking up pace. “Does that feel good? ”
“So good.” She closes her eyes and holds on as I fuck, hitting her in all the right ways, judging by how her mouth hangs open and her back arches, putting those beautiful tits in my face.
The slap of our skin, the sweat on our bodies, and the sound of our connection have me pumping harder to meet her thrust for thrust until I can see her beginning to unravel beneath me. Erratic jerks, the squeeze of her body on my dick, and her thrashing head as she begs for more and harder.
I give it. I give her everything she wants and more than she’ll ever need. “You going to come for me, baby?”
“So soon. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she pleads, angling her hips so I can hit deeper inside her.
I dip my hand between us and flick her clit before rubbing the begging bud. With each stroke, I can hear her breath get wilder. But when her nails dig into my shoulders and she lifts off the bed, her voice goes ragged. “Oh God, yes, Baylor. Yes. Yes.”
Little earthquakes radiate through her body, the tight embrace around me, dragging me with her.
I fuck. I fuck. I fuck and then crash into the wave overcoming me.
I float in the abyss, searching for the light.
When I latch onto a star in the distance, I feel the peace that comes in the aftermath and give in.
It’s only a whisper, but I hear the sweet melody of her words when she says, “Come back to me.”
Pulled into her here and now, I smile against her skin. “I’m right here. Right here with you, Shortcake.”
I can feel the pull of her smile against my temple. She plants a kiss there before adding, “Roll over, big boy. You’re smothering me.”
Chuckling, I roll to the side and open my eyes to see hers already on me. “That was . . . you’re amazing, you know that?”
“No. Tell me again.”
I grin wider and kiss her shoulder. “You are amazing, Lauralee Knot. How’s that?”
“It’ll do for now, but I might need to hear it again in the morning.”
I dig my elbow into the mattress and lean over her to kiss her. “I can do that.” When I fall flat on my back, though, I feel the exhaustion from the day catching up to me. “Tonight, I just want to hold you.”
She doesn’t have to be asked. She’s already sliding up to my side and snuggling against me. “I can do that.”
I kiss the top of her head and scrub a hand over my face.
I’m not sure what kind of mess I just got myself into by coming over here, but I’m not too broken up about the repercussions that will rise with the sun come tomorrow.
There’s too much to enjoy in the present to worry about the future.
“I sure am glad you answered that door.”
“About that? Next time, give a girl some warning. I would have dressed a little differently.”
“If I warn you, I don’t want you dressed at all.”
“That could be an option for next time, too.”
I kiss her before lying back. “I like the sound of there being a next time.”
“Next time you’re in town?”
Rolling onto my side, I face her. “Next time, as of right now.”
“I really like the sound of that.” Kissing me, she uses her body to roll me onto my back. “But this time, I’m on top.”
I was worried about hell, but I’ve died and definitely gone to heaven.