Chapter 6
SIX
WEST
Lauren’s features changed from one emotion to another so quickly, I couldn’t keep up. I didn’t know if she was going to walk out the door, slap me, kiss me, or tell me I was a fool for bringing all this up. Is this what love at first sight was like? Making an idiot of yourself in front of the woman you wanted more than air?
“Actually, I wasn’t looking for anything. Just excited to be part of my mom’s business, growing that business and working with the Triple R. Then you showed up and saved me from, admittedly, a poor decision. And then you touched me, and everything I’d ever believed about attraction to a man seemed innocent compared to what you ignited within me. And the way you took care of me yesterday, so commanding yet sweet. It put all these ideas in my head…”
“What ideas?” I asked, barely able to contain my excitement.
“I’ve always been pretty…well, vanilla. Never asking for what I want. With a guy. But you, there’s just something about you…something undefinable drawing me to you. My body reacted to your voice, your touch and dammit, the way you look at me makes me believe that I’m attractive, sexy and that’s a major turn on.”
Did she have a clue what she was doing to me? She didn’t have to say another word, because I now believed she wanted me, full stop. Worry over the differences in our ages vanished.
“I want what I’ve never had. And I want it with you. It doesn’t mean I’m expecting a commitment, but I want you to take me to your cabin, strip me, then let me watch as you strip. I want you to brand me with those full lips, your work-roughened, large hands. And I want you to fuck me as if you’d die without knowing exactly what it felt like to be inside of me.” Her gorgeous breasts rising and falling with her confession made my cock harder than steel, leaving me damn near crossed eyed with need.
Could I have found a more perfect woman? There was no amount of shifting that could ease the ache, or hide my body’s response to her, so I wasn’t even going to try. I just hoped to hell that neither Ridge nor Lars saw me in this condition, and I quickly plotted how to get her from the laundry room to my cabin without them seeing us.
“That’s…pretty damn specific. And more than doable.”
“Which part?” Her whisper was so low, I grinned. Was she worried I’d turn her down? Not to save my life. Giving her everything she asked for had just become my number one priority.
“All of it. I need you so damn bad, Lauren. Under me. Wrapped around me. In this laundry room, on the floor, on the table, in front of the damn fireplace. Doesn’t matter.”
She let out a very unladylike squeak. “Guess it’s a good thing you haven’t opened your doors yet. Your guests would be scandalized.”
“Nah, more like jealous.” I didn’t give her any warning. I bent down, lifted her up, and kissed her senseless. “Wrap your legs around me.” She complied, so trusting and perfect as her body molded into mine.
Turning with her in my arms, I managed to open the door from the laundry room to the outside without dropping her, then somehow located the path that led away from the lodge toward my cabin. I had to break off our kiss, otherwise we’d end up flat on our backs on the hard ground.
I’ve never humped a distance so fast as I did, getting her to the steps of my nearly completed home. Not even in my prime physical condition in the service, with packs strapped to our backs and the enemy breathing down our necks, had I moved this fast.
I reached my front door and set her down, her body sliding against mine until her feet touched. There’d be time later to show her around the place. The only place I wanted her was splayed out on my bed, naked and needy. “You okay?” My voice breaking. The urge to not strip her right this moment testing my will power.
“More than okay.” Lauren’s tempting smile was all the motivation I needed. Opening the door, I dragged her through the cabin, which really was bigger than I’d made it out to be. “Ooh, look at that view.”
Almost to the hallway, I ground out, “Later.” Then, with two long strides, I gently pushed her through my bedroom door. “Strip. Now.” Impatient much? Only with her.
Her delicate hands shook slightly as she unbuttoned her blouse. Anticipation or uncertainty, I’d soothe either. Determined to live up to the challenge of her earlier words, I kept my eyes locked on hers until she’d finished undressing. Once she’d shimmied out of her pretty lace panties, I let my gaze roam over all her lovely curves, lingering on her rosy tipped breasts, the nipples pearling, begging to be tongued. All that flushed skin begged for my touch. How had I’d gotten so fucking lucky?
“Fuck, you’re perfect. Need you on my bed. Now.”
Pulling my shirt up and over my head, when my gaze zeroed in on her face, I lost my breath as her tongue bathed her lips, and the heat in her gaze as she visually ate me up nearly did me in. I took a step toward her but forgot about my work boots and, with a frustrated grunt, I ripped the laces loose and flung them across the room. With her throaty chuckle egging me on, I nearly broke my zipper as I freed my cock and damn near caused permanent injury to my favorite appendage as I tore off my jeans.
Striding toward Lauren as she sat on the bed’s edge— my bed, my woman —I nearly lost it again as she slowly scooted back, her large full breasts bouncing. Grabbing the base of my cock, I squeezed, taming it before I allowed myself to crawl over her.
Damn, the eagerness in her eyes as she greedily ran her gaze up and down my cock nearly caused an embarrassingly false start. “Unless you want me coming before I give you your first orgasm, I need your hands above my waistline and even then, no promises.”
Her breathing increased, and the little vixen wiggled her hips, but kept those delicate fingers to herself. “Have you always been this bossy? Because I have a feeling we might have our first fight. I want to touch you. Everywhere.” Lauren licked her lips.
“Guess we’ll see who wins. But I’m hoping we both do.” I leaned toward my bedstand to grab a condom and froze. Dammit. No condoms. She was the first woman in my bed since I moved back to Pineville, so I hadn’t thought to stock up.
“We may have a slight problem. No condoms.”
Lauren’s disappointment matched mine, but only for a second. “I take the pill and I’m clean. Plus, I haven’t been with anyone since before I graduated. I’m okay.”
Relief flooded me. “So am I. Clean I mean. It’s probably been longer for me. Dating hasn’t been a priority for me while working on the lodge and my cabin.” But now the time for talking was over.
Kissing Lauren felt like coming home. A home I’d long ago thought wasn’t in the cards for me. She opened to me eagerly. Then she nipped my bottom lip. Her eagerness turning into a battle for dominance. Yanking her against me, she gasped, allowing me to deepen the kiss, thrusting my tongue deeper. Taking all she had to offer.
I couldn’t get enough of her lips, her taste. With need growing to find out how all of her tasted, I broke away and trailed my lips down her neck to that sweet spot right between her breasts. Palming the full globes, I rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger, watching as she threw back her head, her hair spilling across the pillow as I teased her flesh.
Lauren raised her body closer to mine, rolled her hips, her sex brushing against my erection. A deep hiss escaped me. Two can play at this game. Dipping to take a nipple into my mouth, I gently sucked, then rolled my tongue around its tip. Her soft moans filled my ears as I took turns. From one to the other, worshipping her.
Again, the urge to explore took over. Trailing open-mouthed kisses along her stomach, I nipped and licked my way to her curls, then her inner thighs. Tunneling my hands beneath her quivering legs, I looked up, her face painted with a deep flush as she watched me.
“Please.” The sweet plea and her feminine scent hit me in the gut, making my cock jump in anticipation. The first swipe of her drenched folds tore a deep moan from us both. The second and the third had her moaning my name. She opened her legs wider, a silent plea for more I couldn’t deny. Pressing my thumb against her swollen clit, I teased her, increasing both pressure and speed until her cries grew higher pitched, and I knew she was close.
Like a starving man, I feasted again, rolling my tongue harder, faster along her sweet bud, then added a finger inside her slick channel, thrusting over and over until her hips came off the bed and she froze. A silent scream escaped her, the first spasm of her orgasm tightening around me as I sought her sweet spot, pressing down while I continued licking her clit until she screamed my name. Her pleasure became mine.
“West…yes, yes, yes!” Her reaction filled me up as if I’d been running on empty without her in my life, in my arms. I wanted more. More of her pleasure before I took mine.
Not giving her more than a moment as her body rocked with aftershocks, I leaned back onto my heels, settling on my knees, then rubbed the tip of my penis through her folds. “One more. Just for me, baby.” My plea drowned out by another of her sweet moans.
She grabbed onto my waist, pulling me in close to her core. “No, I need you inside me now.” Her command one I gladly followed.
My woman was slick and ready for me, my cock already poised at her entrance. I slammed into her. Her inner walls enveloping me as she matched me thrust for thrust. I was relentless. Pumping into her until her body released another wave of warmth over my cock.
“Yes, fuck me!” Her throaty plea echoed off the bedroom walls.
Soon, holding myself back, wanting to prolong her orgasm, became futile as her fingernails scraped a trail down my back. Electric shocks built, bursting within me at the same moment I felt her crest, her spasms milking me.
Roaring her name, suddenly nothing became as important as giving her everything I had. I stilled over her and came. Dropping my head down until our breaths mingled. I captured her lips in a desperate kiss, branding her not just with my body, but my heart, my very existence. It was all hers.