Chayton's Tempest (20 page)

late-night call extremely disturbing.

Was he off with this
Talli
woman? She remembered a

child in that area who had gone by that name. She’d been

beautiful. But then, most Native Americans were in her

opinion. And James “Maverick”
Chayton
Lonetree
was most

assuredly blessed in the looks area.

Stifling a sigh, Tempest grabbed another case of rum

and moved to the steps to take it up to the bar. Standing at the

top was the man she’d been thinking about way too much. He

wore solid black, his hair a bit longer than she remembered, but

he still made her heart skip a beat and her body flood with

desire.

His arms were crossed over his marbled chest as he

stood there watching her with eyes like black diamonds.

“James,” she breathed out on a long exhalation. The box

was placed back on the floor as she looked up at him.

“Hello, beautiful.” His voice flowed over her body like

Amaretto
DiSaronno
being poured over ice. He moved towards

her with the ease of a jungle cat. Each step was smooth,

graceful, and lethal.

His tall body halted before her. He didn’t say a single

thing as he drew her into his powerful embrace. The only

sound in the basement was their breathing.

Closing her eyes, Tempest allowed him to hold her. The

rich scent of Maverick infused her senses. Her hands wound

into his skintight shirt, clutching him closer.

It felt so good to be clasped in his embrace. But he felt

different. Tension emanated from his body into hers. Tempest

stepped back so she could look at him.

The concern in her eyes nearly brought tears to his. He

didn’t want to talk right now. He wanted to feel. He wanted to

forget.

One blink and his hands slid down the cotton of her

yellow shirt and came to a rest on the denim of her shorts. With

one easy motion, he lifted her off the ground and walked them

back until she was pressed against the cool wall.

Tempest moved her hands up to latch around his neck

and her mouth found his. The kiss was tentative until she

released a moan into his mouth. Primal need to possess and

conquer her flared to life within Maverick.

His hands moved up underneath her shirt, barely

slowing before he jerked it off her head and left her clad in her

bra, a white, lacy thing that barely cupped her full breasts. Its

stark pale color stood out vividly against her smooth dark skin.

Maverick’s eyes softened as his hands moved almost

reverently over the firm nipples. His hands trailed over her

ribcage and down to the swell of her hips. The bronze of his

skin blended so sweetly with her darker hue.

With a deft movement, his fingers unbuttoned the shorts

she wore. Tempest never said a word as she watched him

observe her body. He unwrapped her legs from around his lean

waist and steadied her until her feet hit the floor.

Lowering the zipper on her shorts, he slid them down

over her hips and they pooled at her feet. Dropping to his

knees in front of her, he was face to face with the womb that

had housed and protected his unborn child. A light touch with

one index finger, traced the stretch marks on her belly.

“You are so beautiful, Tempest.” His lips followed the

path his finger had just taken. With extreme care, he lifted one

foot after another to remove her shorts from her sandaled feet,

leaving her in bra, underwear, and her sexy strapped sandals.

His hands moved up her satiny legs, reveling in their

softness. Never before had he touched anything so supple, so

intoxicating, and so enticing in his entire life.

Maverick looked up to see her staring down at him. He

couldn’t read her expression and it scared him more than he

wanted to admit. A small furrow appeared between his brows

and he opened his mouth to say something when two of her

fingers placed themselves over his lips.

Tempest shook her head. His tender touches left her

body aflame and she wanted more, so much more, but he

seemed to be hesitating. It was as if he weren’t sure he was

doing anything she wanted.

She knew he desired her; the hard ridge in his pants

when she’d been pressed against him had told her that; but for

some reason, he was trying to keep that under control now.

The uncertainty on his face spurred her into action.

Taking her fingers off his mouth, she knelt down on the cold

concrete floor and put her hands on either side of his face. Her

callused hands cupped his smooth cheeks and her thumbs

caressed his lower lip.

“I need you, Maverick,” she whispered moments before

she pressed her lips back on his.

“I need you, too,
mitawin
. By the Great Spirit, I need

you.” His mouth enveloped hers as he reached around and

undid the clasp on her back. “Let me love you, for once. Just let

me love you.”

As her bra straps slid from her shoulders, his mouth

covered one nipple while his hand covered the other. She

moaned in pleasure as his warm mouth tugged on her, sending

jolts through her system.

His tongue swept over the pointed tip only for a teasing

graze of his teeth to follow. She shuddered and knew he felt it.

Suddenly, it felt like it was one hundred degrees down in the

cool basement.

Sweat popped up all over her body as she let her head

lean back and rest on the wall behind her. His right hand fell

away from the breast it held and trailed down her side,

memorizing each dip and swell of her curvaceous body.

Tempest whimpered in frustration only to stop when his

mouth switched breasts, tugging on that nipple just like it had

on the first one. Her whimper changed into a purr of

contentment.

Maverick’s finger flicked the turgid tip of her free breast

before both of his hands settled at the edge of her plain white

bikini underwear. He pulled them down and tossed them to

the side. Maverick let his eyes roam over the stunning beauty

before him who stood only in her sandals with its alluring

straps around her ankles.

The smell of her sex wafted to his nose and he inhaled it

deeply. She smelled of cloves and citrus. His cock twitched

painfully in his jeans. He wanted to slam into her, dominate her

and make her realize she was his. She belonged to him and

there was no way anyone else was ever going to have her.

Mind-numbing sex was what he craved to force his

mind blank. But the second he looked upon her exposed beauty

and witnessed the trust she had for him in her gaze, a need to

show her what love was going to be like with him took over

instead. What it should be. How it was
destined
to be between

them.

Maverick pulled her closer by her full hips. Closing his

eyes, Maverick inhaled one last time then rose smoothly to his

feet and pressed her naked body to his fully clothed one.

Her brown eyes overflowed with unbridled passion. Her

small yet strong hands
untucked
his shirt before moving it up

his hairless, chiseled chest. When the hem was almost to the

top of his shoulders, he took over and removed it.

Tempest released a breath as she was faced with the

most gorgeous torso she’d ever seen in her life. It was marred

by faint scars and one fresh one that went from his left nipple

down diagonally across his ribcage.

Her fingers barely touched him as they skirted down to

the button on his black jeans. She didn’t hesitate to undo it and

slowly lower the zipper. Her eyes jerked up to meet his when

his hand gripped her wrist.

“I’m wearing boots, Tempest.”

She didn’t care. Tempest could see the long outline of his

hard penis and she wanted it. A sex-crazed woman was what

this man made her just by being in her presence. “James,” she

complained.

 
“Touch me,” he said even as he let go of her wrist and

ran his palm over the back of her head.

Eager to do just that, Tempest slid her hand beneath the

black boxers he wore and curved her fingers around his

throbbing erection. Maverick groaned as he felt her willing

touch on his body.

Her eyes dropped down before moving slowly back up

to meet his dark gaze. A tiny smile lifted the corner of her

mouth. “You sure have grown up quite nicely,” she said softly.

“Tempest,” his one word was strangled.

“Yes, James?” Her hand began to stroke him.

“Something you want to tell me?”

“Aside from the fact I’m about to take you against the

wall?”

Her fingers tightened as she met his blazing gaze. “Then

do it.”

Fourteen

Maverick lifted her against the wall. His pants were

around his ankles with no way of removing them without

stopping and getting rid of his boots, but that didn’t matter.

His thick, swollen cock knew just where to go.

Tempest’s legs were wide in open invitation. “Please,

James,” she said in a husky voice.

One thrust and Maverick had thoroughly sheathed

himself in her wet core. His eyes rolled slightly back in his head

as her heat encased him. Nothing in his life had prepared him

for this feeling.

“Oh, hell.” He drew out on a long breath. His body

rippled as he tried to not erupt within her.

Hooking her ankles behind his back, Tempest used the

wall at her back and his strong hands to support her. She

sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth as pleasure washed

over her.

Looking at the woman who offered herself to him,

Maverick knew he was in love with her. The feelings she

brought out in him were ones his grandfather used to talk

about. This was where he was to be. He knew it.

Moving his hips slowly, Maverick began to pump in and

out of her. Each stroke in her went to the hilt. When he

withdrew, her muscles clenched around him as if never

wanting to let him go.

“Tempest,” he moaned as he thrust back into her wet

body.

Her fingers wrapped around his wrists as she fought to

open her eyes. “What?” Her word was more of a grunt, as he

sent her body back against the cold wall behind her.

“I wish it had been better for you the first time.” He

pulled back so only the swollen head of his cock was left in her.

 
“I wish I had taken the time to love you as you deserved. I’m so

sorry.”

“Stop apologizing for that night. We were both young.”

Her dark eyes opened fully and focused on his black ones.

“Please, don’t dwell on that.” She shuddered as he slipped

back into her completely.

“As you command it.” Maverick began moving faster

and faster within her. His fingertips dug into the flesh of her

hips as he pounded deeper.