Farmer Wants a Wife: Love and Friendship, Book 3 (11 page)

She nodded, part of her comparing her last lover to Tyler. The married man who’d squeezed her in for quickies. Quick on his part. Not such a big reward for her since she’d missed orgasms and later discovered he possessed a wife, tucked away in the suburbs.

He unfastened her bra and slipped the straps down her arms. Immediately, his fingers stroked her aching flesh.

“That feels good.”

“I can do better yet.” He gently pushed her down onto the mattress.

“Don’t make rash promises,” she said. “I’ll expect you to prove any statements about your abilities.”

Laughing, he gave her a quick kiss on the lips. With another fast move, he whisked off her panties then straddled her naked body, his black trousers abrading her skin in a promising manner. She couldn’t wait for him to get naked too.

“First, I get to play, otherwise it will be all over in minutes.” His rueful glance at his groin pulled a delighted chuckle from her dry throat.

This was something else new to her—the playful teasing. So much fun. Another mark on the plus side for Tyler.

His fingers plucked one nipple, and he avidly studied her reaction, the arch of her hips pleading for a more intimate touch.

“Yes, please.”

“Oh, I please very much,” he said in a husky tone. Eyes glinting with promise, he leaned over her, replacing his fingers with his mouth. Hot, wet pulls ricocheted through her body, settling in an ache in her pussy.

“Tyler.” Her hands slid across his skull, the bristles of his dark hair soft beneath her fingertips. Everything he did felt good, pushed her in the direction of desperation. “I want you to hurry.”

“I can do that.”

“Oh. Did I say that out aloud?”

“You did.”

His tongue dipped into her navel.

“You’re good at this.” Almost too good. The achy spot in her pussy swelled, her hips lifting in another silent demand.

Tyler rose off her, allowing her room to move. “Spread your legs for me.”

A blush washed into her cheeks, the rush of heat tumbling her into panic. What if—?

“Stop thinking so hard,” he whispered, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “I know what to do and I’ve seen women before.”

Heck, she didn’t mean to be such an idiot. “I have no idea where this is coming from. The sudden insecurity, I mean.”

Tyler repositioned his body so he knelt between her legs. “You think I’m not worried about screwing up the first time between us? It’s when your partner isn’t concerned that you need to worry. From where I’m sitting, you have nothing to lose sleep about.” One single finger blazed a path from her navel to the fold of her leg. His eyes gleamed. “Do you want to know what’s gonna happen next?”

“I think I know.”

Tyler slid his hands beneath her butt and lifted her to his mouth. Heat enclosed her clit, the quick flick of a tongue making her gasp. He explored her slit with a slow, luscious lick, lifted his head to grin and started the sensual torture. Again.

Susan gripped his head, attempting to hold him in place. Instead he teased her, laving her folds and nipping hard enough to make her wince. His tongue soothed the ache, transforming the pain into something more. He sucked on her swollen nub, tormenting it incessantly until she was so tender it was almost painful.

Her muscles strained as she worked for an orgasm, her eyes squeezed tightly shut to savor every nuance of the pleasure flooding her body. His warm mouth continued to kiss and suck, gathering her juices, then she was flying, the rush of sensation making her cry out. She shuddered as he kept teasing more vibrations from her needy flesh.

Susan pushed weakly at his shoulders, her clitoris tender now that she’d climaxed.

Tyler understood her silent message and stood. Without taking his gaze from her, he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. He must have taken his shoes off earlier before she’d arrived, and now he peeled off his socks and shucked his trousers and underwear in one efficient move. Boxer-briefs. She beamed in approval.

With long strides, he reached his bag and crouched to retrieve something from the side pocket. Condoms. He turned fully and she scored her first real visual. Broad chest, the perfect amount of dark hair to emphasize his masculinity. Narrow hips and the enticing ripple of muscles. Her mouth watered, and she couldn’t wait to explore. Then there was his cock—thick and in full bloom, the head ruddy and swollen. A little shimmy worked through her and settled low at the thought of Tyler filling her pussy.

When he reached the bed, he ripped open the packet and grabbed a condom. Seconds later, he rose over her. She welcomed his solid weight and the freedom to touch him. No surplus flesh on his body. The man was gorgeous, his chest still tan from long days of working shirtless in the sun. Or at least that was what she presumed.

“Okay?”

She smiled. “If I felt any better, my heart wouldn’t handle the strain.”

He guided his cock to her entrance and impaled her with the broad head. “God, that feels good.”

From her end too. She closed her eyes and gripped his shoulders, canting her hips and silently encouraging him to fully slide into her wet, needy depths. She wanted to feel him stretching her inner muscles, to hear his grunts as he strove for pleasure.

He pulled back and glided into her again, going deeper. “God, Susan.” His large frame shuddered as he withdrew. “I can’t go slow.” Even as he said the words, his shoved into her with one hard thrust, pushing her into the mattress. He groaned and shafted her with several rapid strokes before freezing in place, face contorted in a mask of pleasure. His orgasm seemed to thunder through him, and his cock jerked with explosive contractions.

Susan held him through his climax, receiving a dose of pleasure even though she hadn’t come again. The way he’d grabbed for every sensation and his muscles bunched then heaved in a convulsive manner made her feel special, needed.

“I guess I’ve just proved I’m alive.” Tyler levered up and away and smiled ruefully. “I’m sorry about that.”

She brushed his cheek and smiled up at him. “We have the rest of the night. Simultaneous orgasms are a myth anyway.”

“I beg to differ. We’ll have to make you a believer.” He disposed of the condom. Uncaring of his nakedness, Tyler ambled over to the room service tray, lifted a silver dome and gave a grunt of approval. Susan studied the long lines of his body, the curve of his butt and wished he was close enough for her to take a bite. A shiver slid over her and she grabbed the nearest article of clothing—Tyler’s gray shirt.

“I like looking at you.”

Tyler turned, his teeth a flash of white as he opened a bottle of champagne. “Yeah?”

Her heart did a little change up in speed. “It would be better if you came closer. I wanna touch, take a bite or two.”

“Someone told me we have all night.” He filled two glasses with champagne and handed one to her.

Susan accepted the glass and took a sip. “Nice. I’ll need food as well if I’m going to drink this.”

“Got that covered.” He set down his glass and wandered over to grab a plate of sandwiches. “We have ham sandwiches and strawberries and chocolate sauce for dessert.”

“Yum.” Susan propped two pillows against the headboard and nibbled on a ham sandwich. She hadn’t eaten much of her dinner, nerves doing a number on her stomach. “Strawberries, huh?” Ideas fired in her, naughty suggestions of things she could do with strawberries. She cast him a considering glance. “What do you think about body painting?”

“Could be fun.” He settled on the bed beside her and offered her another sandwich. “I’m glad I came up to see you.” Honesty shone from his eyes and echoed with his satisfied grin and relaxed posture.

“You just came for a booty call,” she scoffed.

“No.” The reply came instantly, an explosion of objection. “If you’d said no, I would’ve taken your rejection like a gentleman. I wanted to meet you in person. I didn’t come with expectations.” He had a grace to shrug when her brows rose. “Okay, so a guy can hope.”

“What do you want to do tomorrow morning?”

“I’d like to sleep in, get a room service breakfast so I can ogle you for longer and if we have time, I’d like to visit an art store to stock up on my supplies. By then it will be time to head for the rugby game.”

“Are you really going to play?”

“I said I would. Besides, Connor is big and protective of you. I need to get on his good side.”

Susan sipped more champagne, happiness making her giddy and bubbly, not unlike the effect of the drink.

“Time for dessert,” Tyler said and bounded off the bed. He returned with the bowl of fresh strawberries and another bowl of thick and glossy chocolate sauce. “Want one?”

“I could force myself.”

He picked up a berry and swirled it through the chocolate before holding it to her lips. A dollop of the sauce fell and plopped into her cleavage. “No, let me,” he said when she went to swipe it away with her finger. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and peeled the material back to frame her breasts. Meanwhile, Susan squirmed at the tickly slide of the chocolate down her breastbone.

“Are you ticklish?”

“No.” Her hasty reply gave away the truth and his evil chuckle informed her he’d take advantage of her vulnerability.

His calloused hands grasped her shoulders, holding her as he lowered his head. His mouth skimmed the upper curves of her creamy flesh.

“There’s no chocolate there.”

“Haven’t you ever done anything because it feels good?” The naughty boy twinkle in his eyes made her grin.

She sniffed. “You want to make me suffer.”

“No,” he said, all signs of humor falling away. “What you’ll get from me is the straight up truth every time. My dawdling is giving me time to tease you and to lead you into temptation.”

“Don’t you need an apple for that?”

“Chocolate is the modern version. Don’t you know chocolate cures everything?” Before she could reply, his tongue followed the path of the sauce, shooting the air from her lungs with a whoosh. The stroke across her breast didn’t make her want to giggle. No, instead the intimacy made her want to offer herself for a taste test.

The corners of his eyes crinkled, and he winked. “It’s time for the shirt to go.” He drew the garment off her and studied her chest with avid attention. “We need more chocolate.” He plucked up another strawberry, drowned it in chocolate and used the fruit like a paint brush, dipping it again and again and spreading a Maori tribal design over her chest.

“You’re good,” she said, impressed by the design.

“I’ll enjoy cleaning it off even more. Want a top up?” He gestured at the bottle.

“Sure.” She did a flirty eyelash flutter. “What are you going to do with me?”

He tapped the side of his nose, his lips curving into a charming grin that warmed her insides and tightened that coil of lust again. So, maybe she’d wait and let things unfold at his pace. The man had skills—that was for sure. With their champagne topped up, she nibbled on another strawberry, letting the juices drizzle across her tongue. “This was a great idea.”

Tyler took her glass and rearranged her on the mattress. He sat back and cocked his head to the side. “Hmm. The line of your body isn’t quite right.” He paused. “Try this. Hands above your head and hold onto the headboard.”

Desire roared through her at his words. The certainly in his tone told her he expected her to obey. Slowly she raised her hands and curled her fingers around the long bar on the head of the bed. His gaze stroked her body from head to breasts to the tips of her red toe nails.

“Perfect,” he said, a touch of reverence in his voice. He backed away from the bed and crouched by his bag. An instant later, he returned with a sketch pad and a pencil.

Susan stared, felt her mouth drop open. This wasn’t about sex? Then she saw the glow in his eyes, the excitement in his face and she decided to wait before she told him he was crazy and wasting good sexy times.

He grabbed the upright chair, dragging it from the desk over to the bed and plonked his naked butt on it. Then he looked at her again and slowly smiled. “Perfect.”

Susan’s chest tightened with a blast of hope. She’d decided to meet Tyler because she’d liked the tone of his emails. Meeting him in person had been better than her expectations. He was sexy, funny and intense too. Sleeping with him was no hardship and breaking the dry spell—excellent.

This was something else. She frowned a little. The tipping point, maybe? The moment in time when a relationship tipped from casual into serious?

“Why are you frowning? Are your arms hurting?”

“What?” Susan came back to the present. “No, I’m fine.” She consciously smoothed her expression. “How would you like me to look?” The question emerged in a purr and was immediately trailed by a spike of heat in her cheeks.
Jeepers!
She was way too old to blush.

“Like that,” he said. “Flushed and heavy-eyed as if you’d just had a bout of hot sex.”

“And that would be the truth,” she murmured.

His head lifted from his drawing and grinned. “Glad to hear it.”

She pursed her lips and blew him a kiss. “I’m hoping we can do it again. Soon.”