His Dangerous Bride (The Brides of Paradise Ranch - Spicy Version Book 2) (5 page)

“You know what’s more dangerous than my reasons for being at Hurst Home?” She lowered her voice to a purr and swayed closer to Luke.

“Uh…” His jaw went slack and his eyes dropped right to where they should, her chest.

She played along, reaching up to undo the buttons of her blouse, opening it to show him the swell of her breasts straining against the top of her corset.

“The trouble we could get into.” She finished her thought. “That’s more dangerous. What do you say?”

There was an even chance that he didn’t hear her question. His eyes stayed fixed on her breasts as she unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and shrugged out of it, tossing it over one of the chairs at the small kitchen table. She followed that by unhooking her corset and shrugging out of it. Years of getting dressed and undressed on the run had enabled her to shed her clothes in a flash.

Luke’s eyes widened as her breasts hung loose underneath her thin cotton chemise once her corset hit the floor. She grinned at him, standing boldly, shoulders thrown back to accentuate her chest. It was an invitation, and Luke took it up. He reached out, cupping one of her breasts in each hand. Lord, it felt good to have a man’s hands on her. Big, strong hands. Shivers of anticipation for all the ways she could give in to this big, strong man and let him have his way with her, any way he liked, coursed through her, pooling between her legs.

But Luke just stood there, breathing hard, pupils dilated, holding her breasts. He didn’t even brush his thumbs over her nipples or lean over to kiss or suckle them, or squeeze or do any of the things other men had done to play with her. Sure, the bulge in his trousers was growing by the second, but it was almost as if…as if…

“Luke, have you ever been with a woman before?” she asked in her kindest voice.

He remained frozen for a few more seconds before sucking in a breath and taking a half step back. His hands dropped to his sides. “No, ma’am.”

Eden’s heart blossomed in her chest, and the ache between her legs grew. “Why not?”

Luke blinked and met her eyes. A deep blush filled his face. “Well, that wouldn’t be proper now, would it?”

She couldn’t help but laugh, a low, throaty laugh that had him licking his lips. “I can’t say I’ve met many men with enough honor and good sense to stay out of a woman’s bed because it wouldn’t be proper. Usually other things take over and honor flies out the window.” She nodded to his trousers.

“My pa always said it was better to respect all women like they’re someone else’s wife and get acquainted with your hand than to do something you might regret,” he blurted in one long breath, then added, “I’m very well acquainted with my hand.”

He blinked and went beet-red, as if realizing what he’d said. Eden giggled, more charmed than she’d ever been in her life.

“Your pa sounds like a wise man.”

Luke wiped a hand over the wince that’d come to his face. “He is. Look, that was a stupid thing to say, I’m—”

She cut him off by surging into him, throwing her arms around his neck and slanting her mouth over his. He was stunned at first as she traced her tongue along the line of his mouth, but a breath later he softened, parting her lips and joining her in a dance of tongues and passion. His arms slipped around her waist, then just as quickly, one hand moved up to hold her breast. Eden’s heart sang, shooting desire through her. This was going to be her best night in a long time.

In short order, Luke lifted his other hand to cradle her breast, then broke their kiss to lean back and watch as he circled and squeezed her. He did more than just stare now, testing their weight, moving his thumbs and palms over her nipples until they were hard, and squeezing, all with rapt attention.

“They’re just so wonderful,” he answered an unspoken question in an awed voice.

“Never seen a pair before?” She tried her hardest not to giggle at his innocence and to respect his discovery.

“Seen? Yes,” he admitted with a blush. “Touched? No.”

“Well, here.” She stepped back and drew her chemise up over her head, dropping it on the floor.

Passion flared in Luke’s eyes as Eden leaned back against the counter, arms gripping the edge, to give him a good look. “I’m your wife now,” she told him. “So you can look and touch as much as you like. You can even kiss them.”

His eyes widened, as if the idea was new. Without words, he stepped closer to her, reaching to cradle her breasts once more. Only this time, he took her suggestion and bent to lay a soft kiss on top of one. The deep hum that swelled up from his chest had Eden gasping for breath, but not as much as his mouth as he shifted his kissing down to her nipple. When he closed his mouth around its stiffening point and sucked, she gasped so hard she lifted to her toes. Luke may not have had experience, but he had keen instincts. His tongue tasted her, laving until her nipple ached and she moaned in approval.

Luke inched back, peering up at her. “You like that?”

“Sweetheart,” she panted, “I
love
that.”

“Good,” he answered with a rogue’s grin and went back to work.

He pressed her breast up toward his mouth, alternately sucking—hard and soft—licking, and nipping with his teeth, as if working out what he liked best. Eden had to grip the edge of the counter as pleasure pooled between her legs, making her knees weak. If this was what Luke could manage on his first attempt, she shuddered to think what he could do to her with a little practice.

She did shudder when he switched to her other breast, sending a shot of cold air to her sensitive, damp nipple. His attention to that side only lasted for a few seconds before he stood straight and let out a shuddering breath.

“I feel like I’m about to burst,” he told her in a low growl. “I think we should get to bed before it’s too late.”

“I think you’re right,” she replied, equally breathless.

They didn’t wait. Luke took her hand and marched out of the kitchen, through the Hen House’s main room, and into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. He went straight to work on the buttons of his shirt and trousers.

Eden only had time for a quick glance around the room. She’d unpacked her trunk as fast as she could earlier, storing her few clothes and hiding all the things that needed to stay hidden until she had a chance to explain her past. Luke didn’t appear to be in any mood to search under the bed or at the back of the drawers in the bureau as he tossed his shirt aside and shucked his pants, and Eden didn’t care one way or another once he straightened and displayed all his naked, male glory to her.

“Good Lord.” She pressed a hand to her pounding heart as she stared at the size of his penis. It stood thick and tall, at full attention, tip gleaming with moisture, ready to go.

A flash of self-consciousness pinched Luke’s desire-flushed face. “You don’t like it?”

Eden reached for the back of her skirt, fumbling to undo the fastenings so she could get naked as fast as possible. “Sweetie, I’m gonna ride that like a green-broke stallion.”

She dropped her skirts as she finished, stepping out of her damp drawers as fast as she could and launching at him. Luke’s eyes widened and darkened at the split-second view of her fully naked that he got before she threw herself against him. He backpedaled until he hit the bureau. She covered his grunt of surprise with a mad-capped kiss, humming at the sensation of her body pressed fully against his. He was hot, his skin soft with sweat, enough hair on his chest to mark him as a man without keeping her skin from brushing against his. That wasn’t all she wanted, though.

She reached between their bodies, closing a hand around his length. Her body quivered in anticipation as she stroked him, imagining how sweetly he would stretch her. Her nether regions practically begged her to crawl up on him and sheath him inside so she could feel it. Heaven help her, she was going to scream in all the best ways once he got to the point where he had control.

Control that he wouldn’t have if this was his first time. The thought cooled her by a fraction, and she leaned back, moving her hands to his hips. Sure enough, he was breathing heavily after just a little bit of play. There was no sense in pushing him to the edge before he learned what to do once he got there.

“Come on, sweetie,” she whispered instead. “That bed isn’t gonna warm itself.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he growled.

She gave him the moment of respite that he didn’t know he needed by pushing away and turning to walk seductively around to the far side of the bed. He looked at all the right things, her pale backside, the sway of her hips, her thighs, as she walked. She swallowed a laugh as his hand flinched toward his cock. Well, it was what he was used to, after all. Maybe once they got comfortable with each other, she would let him pleasure himself while looking at her. Although why eat gristle when you could enjoy a flank steak?

She threw back the bedcovers from the far side of the bed. “You coming?”

He didn’t wait another second. Before she could climb all the way into bed, he launched himself between the sheets. Their bodies met—hot and ready—in the middle of the cool sheets. Luke groaned as he stretched beside, her, wrapping his arms and a leg around her. One hand went straight for her breast and his mouth sought hers out in a kiss that made up in passion what it lacked in finesse.

There were still a few lessons her new husband had to learn before she would let him run wild, though. Eden clasped his hand over her breast and drew it down over her side and stomach, through her thatch of curls, and on to the wetness between her thighs. He hummed in surprise and delight, and she gasped when he tightened his hand around her mons. The sensation of him claiming that part of her as his—even though he didn’t know that’s what he was doing by holding her so possessively—sent electric sparks across Eden’s skin.

She pivoted to her back and opened her legs as much as she could in their current position. Keeping her hand over his, she guided his fingers deeper into her cleft, steering him to the parts of her that were desperate for his touch. He was a quick study, and as his fingers found her opening and his middle finger delved inside of her, they both gasped.

“That’s you,” he whispered, unsteady.

She could only hum in response. At the risk of him thinking she was a wanton trollop, she ground her hips against his hand. His finger inside of her sparked delicious pleasure, but as she writhed and wiggled against him, she shamelessly positioned the calloused pad of his hand directly against her clitoris, pressing her hand hard on top of his to keep him where she wanted him and to increase the pressure.

She was already so worked up that it only took a few seconds of grinding against his hand to send her into thundering waves of pleasure. It was so good that she cried out, pressing his hand over her harder as she bore down on his finger inside of her. Luke groaned and panted, and when she opened her eyes as the intense pleasure gave way to deep, floating sensuality, she saw his expression set in wide-eyed shock.

He worked his mouth, not finding any words to say.

Eden grinned with satisfaction and reached up to stroke his face with her free hand. “You like that?”

His hand—still firmly wrapped around her sex—twitched. “Mmm hmm,” he managed.

“Me too.” She sighed and shifted, pivoting her hips to signal him to move his hand, then sliding under him. “Now it’s your turn.”

No more words were needed. He knew exactly what she meant. His body went hard with longing over top of her. His hips jerked against hers, anticipating what carnal instinct prompted him to do. Eden toyed with the idea of drawing things out, teaching him a little more about what their bodies could do, and heightening the pleasure they could feel, but the fierceness in Luke’s eyes told her he needed completion, and fast. They had years, a whole lifetime, to draw things out and drive each other crazy with lust.

She wriggled her hips under him, opening her legs and drawing her knees up to his sides. He ground his hips as well, and she gasped as, once again, she was reminded how large he was. Her pulse sped up at the thought, and she stretched her hips as wide as she could to give him the room he’d need. In a flash, she was aching with the need to be his body’s shelter and the home for his passion.

He struggled against her, breathing hard as his hands found purchase on either side of her. She rested her hands on his hips, panting with expectation as he stroked and nudged her. It wasn’t until the movements had gone on a little too long that she realized he wasn’t sure how to find her entrance. A wave of emotion so tender it stung her eyes swept over her, and she reached down to take him in hand. He stilled, his body rock-hard at her touch, then she guided him to where he needed to be.

They both breathed in as his tip slid inside of her, her path found and ready. She let go, and his instinct took over. With a low roar, he jerked forward, sinking deep inside of her. She cried out wordlessly as his size stretched her, right up to the edge of pain without reaching it. He was magnificent. She wanted to grip the bedsheets and let him pound away in her until she found her release again as the object of his pleasure, but he still needed her.

He rocked back, ready for another thrust, and nearly slipped right out of her. She hummed, gripping his backside with her full strength to stop him from pulling back too much. He thrust again, a long groan accompanying the motion, then rocked back. Again, she stopped him before he could go too far. Forward and back, faster and faster. She gave her full attention to feeling him, not to take her pleasure, but to make sure he found his as smoothly as possible.