Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Back and forth, he moved and she followed. Sensations new and powerful exploded through her. She felt so full. Breaking the kiss, she buried her face into his shoulder. He smelled of man and sweat.
In and out he stroked, catapulting her closer and closer to the pinnacle she sought. The air filled with a canopy of sounds. The rain, wind, thunder, horses shifting, and the sound of their bodies moving together as one.
“So tight,” he rumbled in her ear. His thrusts came faster and deeper.
She couldn’t hold back anymore. Muscles clenched, she bowed her back, crying out as she shattered. Cy powered twice more before he erupted, coating her womb with his seed.
Out of breath, she lay there; small tremors shook her as she floated down from the cloud of ecstasy he’d taken her to. He lowered more of his weight down and she smiled tiredly at the quickness of his own heartbeat. It was a wondrous feeling being pressed beneath him. He moved off and she felt chilled; however, only momentarily though, for he immediately gathered her and tucked her close.
She didn’t know what to do. He ran a hand up and down her arm. The wind rattled the building and she tensed. Her cut arm throbbed from the hay, which poked her through the blanket, much more noticeable now that she wasn’t in the throes of passion.
“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” His deep voice was low and soothing.
“No.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would it have made a difference?” She rested her hand upon his chest.
* * *
Cy took a deep breath. He could still smell the lingering culmination of their scents. He hadn’t planned on this happening. Hell, he’d avoided her for this very reason.
She was a virgin. He closed his eyes and continued to stroke up and down her arm.
Ever since he’d discovered she was a woman he’d been having dreams of her. Beneath him, crying his name in pleasure. So today when he saw the storm approaching he’d ridden out to find her. He knew she’d gone to town but honestly, he’d expected her back before then.
She worked hard. Cooked some meals, as promised, in exchange for his silence. Still didn’t stop his concern for her every ride she took and every night she bunked down with other men. He hated it.
Liked the idea even less now. The woman in his arms deserved to be protected and safe. You slept with a rider, his brain reminded him.
Rebecca shifted against him and he remembered she had asked a question.
“Yes.”
“How so?” There was honest curiosity in her voice.
“I would have taken more time to prepare you. Been gentler.”
“So you’ve done it before?”
“Yes.” She stiffened. “Wait, done what before?”
“Slept with a virgin.”
She felt so right against him. He brushed his lips along her forehead. “Never.”
“So it’s over and not an issue.” A shiver wracked her and he curled her closer.
He caught his frown before it formed. Why was her distance bothering him? He sought out relief on occasion and never once did he stay after and do what he was now. Cuddling.
“Can’t go anywhere in the storm anyway,” he muttered.
“I’m sorry?”
“Just thinking out loud.”
“How long is enough time before we can dress?”
Her straightforward question made him smile. “Trying to get away from me already?”
“No. I am however, a bit cold.”
His shaft stiffened at the image of a different—much more enjoyable—way of warming her up. Closing his eyes, he inhaled the clean scent of her. He didn’t want to dress, he wanted to start over and take his time in pleasuring her.
It had been a while for him and he’d been like an animal. To top it off she’d been a virgin. He wanted, needed, to show her it was—could be—like with an attentive lover.
She didn’t complain.
No, she hadn’t but she also didn’t have any one for a comparison.
Next time will be better.
That thought gave him pause. Next time? She rolled away and he struggled not to bring her back close. He shoved back into his wet clothes and lifted the blanket, shaking it off.
“Rebecca?”
“Yes?”
He moved in the direction of her voice. It had grown even darker as the intensity outside increased. He wanted her close.
“You dressed?”
“Yes.”
He smiled at the softness to her voice. So unlike when she spoke at the station where it was deeper. More graveled.
“Come here.”
She listened and he took her back to the blanket he’d laid down again. He gathered her close and wrapped his arms around her. Her hair was covered and he wanted to remove it.
“Tell me about you.”
“Me?” Her voice rose a bit, becoming almost a squeak.
He smiled in the dark. “It’s just the two of us here, so yes, you.”
“I have my twin, Robert, who rides—”
He covered her mouth with his hand, silencing her. “I know that much. Tell me about you, Rebecca.”