Tame a Wild Bride, a Western Romance (18 page)

Tom backed her up until she ran into the bed.
 
Then he kept going lowering them onto the bed.
 
He broke the kiss only to start again on her neck and the sensitive area behind her ear.
 
Tickling the outside of her ear, his tongue sent shivers through her body.

“Tom,” she moaned his name.
 
He kissed his way down to her collar bone and the little hollow at the base of her neck.
 
He rained kisses on her until he reached her breast and then he licked the nipple through the silk and blew on the damp cloth.
 
Her nipple beaded to a hard point and he took it into his mouth and suckled her through the silk of her gown.

Rosie about came off the bed.
 
The sensations shot like an arrow straight to her core.
 
Grasping his head she pulled him down to her.
 
Closer, she needed more.
 
But he would have none of it.
 
He moved to the other nipple and did the same thing while he rolled the first one between his fingers and gave it a little pinch.
 
Sensations so foreign to her and yet recognized by her body, rocketed through her.
 
Pleasure tinged lighting bolts shot from her nipples to her woman’s center.

Suddenly he pulled her to her feet.
 
“As beautiful as you look in this, I want you naked and if you don’t take it off now, I’ll rip it off you.”
 
The lovely gown fell to a pool on the floor and she stood before him fully exposed.

“Now you.
 
I need you,” she said.
 
“Need to feel your skin next to mine.”

She reached for the buttons on his shirt at the same time he went for the ones on his pants.
 
Soon he was nude and she was back in his arms giving him the same light butterfly kisses down his neck as he’d given her.

“Slow down, Sweetheart.
 
We have all night.”
 
He took her face in his hands and ran his thumbs along her jaw.
 
“And all day and night tomorrow, if we want.
 
Come with me.”

He led the way to the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the tub, adjusting it until it was the perfect temperature.

“Now where were we?
 
Ah, yes, I remember.”
 
He kissed her.
 
Held her with only his lips while his hands did wonderful things to her body.
 
He feathered his fingers down her arms, across her chest until he came to her breasts, where his hands stopped their travel and cupped her full curves.

“God, you’re amazing.”

Her head fell back and her heart drummed in her chest, she’d never felt anything so wonderful.
 
Then his hands were gone and she was bereft, needed them back.
 
Her head snapped up and she looked at him.
 
He’d turned to adjust the water and put bath salts in.
 
The water was about half way up the side of the tub and he turned it off.
 

“I want you to get into the tub first, I’m going to get in behind you.”

Rosie wasn’t sure what he had in mind but she trusted him.
 
Things were progressing so nicely, Tom was making love to her, slowly and in a way she’d never imagined.
 
What in the world could they do in a bathtub?
 
She got in as he asked and sat near the middle of the tub so he could get behind her.
 

He stepped in, slid down and then pulled her back against him.
 
His rock hard length pressed against her back as she settled.
 

“Lean your head back against my shoulder.”

She did.
 

“That’s right.
 
Now close your eyes, Rosie.
 
Relax and just feel.”

“Tom, I…”

“Shh.
 
Feel me.”
 
He’d soaped up his hands and ran them up and down her arms.
 
Up to her shoulders where he massaged her aching muscles.
 
She already felt calmer than she had since she’d arrived on that train platform little more than a month ago.

His hands left her a moment before he used the washcloth to rinse her.
 
He wrapped his arms around her waist, easing his hands up over her stomach, up again to each breast over and around, tweaking each nipple then soothing it.
 
His hands glided easily over her slick, soapy body.
 

Rosie leaned back against his chest and sighed.
 
“This feels wonderful.”

“Good.
 
I’m glad.”
 
He licked the side of her neck, bit it softly and then suckled, marking her lightly.
 

She arched her neck and rolled her head away giving him easy access to this sensitive part of her body.

His wonderful, talented hands moved down, caressed her belly and continued downward till he reached her nether lips.
 
Gifted fingers opened her and ran up and down her slit, around her pleasure bud and back down again.
 

She moaned.
 
Without warning he plunged one finger into her slick passage, bending it just enough to hit a particularly sensitive spot.

Her body clamped down around his finger.
 
It felt so good.
 
He slid another and then another inside her and moved them stretching her, preparing her and pleasuring her.

She pressed back into him needing the anchor his body provided.
 
He pressed her little love bud and teased it with his thumb while he moved in and out of her with his fingers.

Pressure built within her.
 
Glorious feelings.
 
She was on a precipice.
 
Needed something to send her off.
 
He rubbed her little bud harder and she cried out his name while her body shattered.
 
A thousand lamps couldn’t compare to the lightning that whipped through her.

Soothing her until she settled, he said.
 
“Let’s get out of here.
 
The water’s cold and I have so much more to show you and do to you before this night is done.

They rose from the tub.
 
Tom wrapped a towel around her before he grabbed one for himself.
 
He wrapped it around his waist and proceeded to dry her.
 
Every inch of her.
 
He paid special attention to her nipples, the fabric of the towel rough against them until they were hard as rocks.
 
Little shocks went straight to her core each time he touched them.

Rosie couldn’t help her moans.
 
“God, what are you doing to me?”

“I’m making love to you.
 
Something I should have done as soon as you got here.
 
I’m marking you as mine.
 
For always.
 
Mine.”

“Yours.
 
Always.”
 
She took his beloved face between her hands.
 
“I’m yours with or without your mark.
 
You’re stuck with me.”

“I want you now, Rosie.” He held her close and his erection pressed into her belly. “Feel how much I want you.”
 
He ground himself against her.

She nodded.
 
Now was not the time to be shy.
 
“Yes.
 
I need you to come into me.
 
Please.”

“Get on the bed.”’

She lay down and then moved up until her head hit the pillows.
 

He rose over her, erect and ready.
 
“I’ve tried my best to prepare you for this first time, but there’s still liable to be some pain and for that I’m really sorry.”

Slowly, with infinite care, he entered her.
 
Slick and ready for him, she felt nothing except wonder.
 
This was so right.
 
“More.”
 
It was so frustrating he was going so slow and she wanted it now.
 
But Tom wouldn’t be hurried.
 

He entered then pulled back, a little more then pulled back again.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he reared back and then slammed home, pushing through her maidenhead.
 
She stopped breathing.
 
Tom stopped moving.

“What now?
 
Is that it?” she asked.
 

“God no.
 
I’m just trying to let your body adjust to me.”

“I think it’s adjusted.
 
I want to move, I want you to move.
 
It’s exquisite, but I need more.”

Tom rested his forehead against hers.
 
“You constantly surprise me.”
 

He started moving in her.
 
Slowly at first, then he picked up the pace.
 
In. Out.
 
Faster.
 
Harder.
 

Rosie was awkward to begin with.
 
Her strokes were off, but she soon got the rhythm and moved up at each of his down strokes and back when he did.
 
She was so close to that precipice she’d been over once tonight.
 
So close.
  
“Tom,” she panted, asking for completion without knowing the words.
 

But he knew.
 
He reached between them and rubbed her little bud.
 
He barely had to touch it before she fragmented again, calling out his name and invoking the name of God as well.

Tom pressed in once, twice and grabbed her, burying his face in the crook of her neck.
 
He groaned out his hot release deep within her.
 
She hoped they’d made a baby tonight, but regardless, she was sure she’d have a lot more chances in the coming years.
 

“That was amazing,” she said once her breathing returned to normal.
 
“Do I have this to look forward to very often or just special occasions?”

Laughter rumbled deep in his chest and worked its way out.
 
“Oh, you have this to look forward to, at least nightly and that’s only assuming I can keep my hands off you during the day.”
 

He rolled to his side, taking her with him, tucking her head on his shoulder.
 
She loved the feel of him, the weight of his body on hers after completion.
 
It was so…right.
 
And yet this, cuddling, feeling his hard body next to hers, her leg draped over his thigh was almost as good.
 
Almost.
 

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

She sat up and grinned at him.
 
“Famished.
 
I seemed to have worked up an appetite.
 
Let me fix us a plate.
  
We can eat it in bed and pretend we’re on a picnic.”
 

He let her up and swatted her bottom when she stood.

“Oh!”

“Get me fed, woman,” he said, laughing.

*****

Carolyn stood on the bluff overlooking the ranch.
 
The place she’d spent nine years of her life.
 
Nine long boring years.
 
Thank God, Frank had taken her away from all of that.
 
It may not have worked out with Frank, he wasn’t rich enough for long enough for her tastes but she’d fix that herself.
 
She might even go back to him for a little while.
 
Of course, with the seed money she was going to get from this little job, she could lure a rich husband.
 
All she had to do was appear rich until it was too late for them to know the truth.
 
It wouldn’t be the first time a woman had taken a rich man for a ride.
 
Anyway, they got to fuck her, that was worth the cost as far as she was concerned.