In Plain Sight (6 page)

Sarah tried not to fidget as Cullen stared at her through narrowed eyes, alight with gold. Anticipation nearly made her lightheaded. They sat close on the couch before the fire as soft music played in the background. Sarah took another sip of wine while Cullen indulged in Scotch, a label his family kept in their liquor cabinet, which she’d found while snooping earlier today.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.” She put her empty wineglass on the table and took a good, hard look at Cullen.

His dark hair shifted over his eyes, shadowing that gemlike gaze from her. “I don’t know. You seem…”

“How? How do I seem?” Sarah took a deep breath.
Go big or go home
, she told herself, and lifted her sweater by the hem, taking it off completely.

He stared at her, his mouth open. He looked gruff, stunned, and sexy as hell.

She stood and shimmied out of her jeans, thankful for the warmth of the nearby fire. Cullen, she noted with amusement, took another long swallow of Scotch and remained seated on the couch. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Letting it fall slowly to the ground, she stood before him, clad only in a pair of racy red panties.

“Fuck me,” he rasped as he stared.

“Is that what you’d like?” Sarah pulled down her panties and kicked them aside. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes. No,” he said quickly, breathing hard. “Christ, Sarah. What are you doing?”

She didn’t answer him. Instead, she moved the coffee table out of the way and knelt between his legs.

She unbuttoned the shirt he wore and spread her hands over his naked chest. Cullen didn’t so much as mouth a protest, but leaned his head back against the couch and closed his eyes.

“I must be dreaming,” he muttered.

Leaning close, Sarah kissed his firm belly, pleased when it quivered beneath her touch.

The music suddenly stopped, the CD coming to an end. Only the crackle of the fire and Cullen’s harsh breathing could be heard, then the snap of his jeans and the steady slide of his zipper as Sarah pushed his pants apart. She stared at the arousal straining his underwear. With careful hands, she pushed the white fabric down, exposing an expanse of Cullen’s hard shaft.

Without waiting, Sarah put her lips around him and sucked.

“
Shit
.” Cullen grabbed her head, but didn’t do more than hold his hands in her hair. “Sarah, honey, what are you—
Oh my God
. That feels so good.” He moaned and gently pushed her head down as he thrust up into her mouth.

Sarah had never before given oral sex, though she’d read a ton of books and seen a lot of movies. She wasn’t too proud to say she’d used her time this morning studying a few of his brothers’ adult magazines, looking for tips about how to give a blowjob.

Apparently, she was doing okay, if his groans were anything to go by. What surprised her, however, was that she liked this. She loved the taste of him, so salty, so male. Moisture seeped from his slit, the telltale precome that told her she was definitely doing this right.

Cullen’s penis was hard and thick. She didn’t know how much more of him she might have been able to take, had he allowed her to continue. Instead, he pulled her away from him and stood. Cullen quickly took off his clothes and sat once more, lifting her over him. Straddling his hot body, Sarah lowered herself over his arousal.

Cullen entered her inch by inch, until he was so deep inside her she could feel him everywhere. He stretched her, almost to the point of discomfort. But he didn’t move, allowing her to feel him, to get used to his thick shaft.

“Sarah, baby.
Damn
,” Cullen whispered as he began moving her hips over him. “Ride me. I want to come hard inside you.”

“Yes,” she breathed, groaning when he locked his lips over her breast. He sucked and played while she moved up and down, taking all of him. Thoughts of condoms faded as her bird hushed her concern.
We
need Cullen’s seed to bathe our womb, to coat the empty channel long denied a male’s place
. Worries of the consequences paled when he found her other breast, then forced her to kiss him.

When their mouths finally met, it felt as if they exchanged everything. Sarah could feel more than just the physical essence of Cullen inside her. His affection and desire were all there for Sarah to take. But she wanted more. To feel a part of him inside her, to grow together to form a unit, a family.

As if he sensed her needs, he increased her pace and reached a hand between them, putting pressure on her clit with his thumb.

He knew just how to touch her, grinding that pleasure spot with the right amount of pressure. The wild creature living inside of her moaned and pleaded, begging him to finish her.

“Cullen,” she cried as she neared her end. “
Mine.
”

“That’s it. Come all over me,” he breathed. “Squeeze me tight. Let me feel you, Sarah. All of you.”

She shattered in his arms, tensing against him as he stiffened and shouted his release. He was so thick, so big inside of her. This strong, dedicated man who held her so carefully. They remained close, locked in an embrace that felt unreal. Too right to be anything but a dream.

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“That was perfect,” Sarah said softly when she could breathe again, running her fingers through his soft hair. “We fit.”

“Hell, yeah,” he said as he moved inside her. “I knew you’d feel this good. Damn, you ’bout killed me.” He sighed and leaned back, closing his eyes. “I don’ t think I ever want to move again.”

She chuckled, pleased to feel him inside of her. And then it hit her. “We didn’t use protection.”

Stunned, she didn’t understand how she could have been so thoughtless. Talk about being swept away in the moment.

“It’s okay, shh.” Cullen stroked her back, up and down, his touch light, yet comforting. “Don’t worry about it.”

She sputtered. “Don’t worry about it? What if I get pregnant?”

He groaned and opened his eyes, clenching her waist with hard fingers. He shifted underneath her, withdrawing, only to shock her as he slammed back inside her, his cock hard, as if he hadn’t yet jetted inside her.

“What if you get pregnant?” he rasped. In a lightning-fast move, he flipped her onto her back on the wide couch and began thrusting faster. “What if I fill you with so much come that my seed takes root?”

She moaned, caught in the heat blazing in his gaze. His eagle stared at her through narrowed pupils, watching with satisfaction she could visibly see.

“What if your soft belly grows round with my child?”

Her excitement grew with his, and as he pounded inside her, another sweltering orgasm approached.

Cullen deliberately rubbed his pelvis against hers so that with each thrust, he grazed her plump clit.

“Cullen,” she moaned, caressing his chest as he took her. She pinched his nipples, enjoying his response. He swore and fucked her harder.

“Yes. Pinch them and lock your ankles around my back. Let me grind that clit, baby. Let me take you higher, sweep you into my fantasies.”

His murmurs grew more difficult to interpret the harder he thrust. She couldn’t understand more than the pleasure consuming her. Rapture overtook her senses, and with one final shove, he pushed her over the edge.

“Yes,” she cried, her channel gripping him as she saw stars. His scent filled her mind. His touch and taste obliterated any need to look elsewhere for sheer joy.

“Oh, yeah. Dammit, Sarah. That’s so fucking good,” he said as he came.

She blinked up at him, enthralled by the agony on his face as he continued to shove deeper inside her.

“I can’t stop.
Fuck.
”

Totally worn out, Sarah could only lie there as he filled her until he was spent.

She sighed, replete. “That was—”

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His kiss interrupted her. The intensity of it stole her breath. When he pulled away, she swore she saw loving affection in his eyes before he shuttered the emotion behind a satisfied grin.

“Any time you want to surprise me with lunch, have at it.” He pulled out of her and left, only to return with a towel he used to clean himself.

When he pressed it between her legs, she blushed. Stupid, considering she was naked with her thighs spread wide. The man had just come inside her, not once, but twice.

“Your tits are so damned fine.” He sighed and leaned down to capture a nipple in his mouth. “Baby, you don’t know how hard it was for me to leave you last night.”

She liked him calling her “baby”. The intimacy enveloped her with acceptance and a deep-seated notion of belonging. Cullen lifted her from the couch and forced her to stand. He lay down before the fire on a woolen rug, then tugged her to lie on top of him.

“Hey, my butt’s getting cold,” she teased.

“That better?” he asked as he covered her ass with his hands.

She folder her arms over his chest and rested her chin on them, content to stare down at him forever.

No, only until the weather lets up
, the practical side of her hastened to ruin the moment.
Remember, Will
was loving right after sex, too. Right before you heard about his wife.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his eyes narrowed. “Didn’t it feel good?”

She tried to push her emotional baggage behind her, wanting to enjoy sex for once. “Are you kidding?

I almost lost my voice crying out so loud.”

Cullen ran his hands over her back before cupping her ass again. “Yeah, you’re a screamer. I like that.”

“Cullen.” She felt her cheeks heat, and not from the fire.

He laughed, full-out amusement that startled her. She’d never seen him so carefree before. “So embarrassed. I keep forgetting you’re new to this.”

“Thanks,” she said dryly, once again reminded of her status as town whore.

He scowled. “Dammit, that’s not what I meant.”

“Well, what did you mean?” She frowned back at him, no longer content to let men toy with her and get away with it.

“Just that you felt so damned right in my arms,” he muttered and glanced away, his cheeks flushed.

“Oh.” She didn’t know what to say to that.

He looked back at her. “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?” Now what was he talking about? And why couldn’t she think when she looked into his eyes? That golden color mesmerized her.

“You said ‘mine’. Am I, Sarah? Am I yours?”

Embarrassed, she tried to laugh it off. “Cullen, come on.”

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“Because I’m yours,” he whispered, planting kisses along her neck, her cheeks, her lips. “As long as you want me.”

Uncomfortable at how much that meant to her, she tried to distance herself from the man and the situation. If Cullen kept looking at her like that, she worried she’d throw herself on his mercy and beg to never leave. A real mistake, because men like Cullen Whitefeather didn’t fall for women like Sarah. They had sex with them and they said pretty words, but when all was said and done, they left without a backward glance.

“Well, if this keeps up, I may never leave,” she teased, expecting him to quickly put the brakes on this deepening attraction. She was therefore confused at the glint of satisfaction in his gaze.

“So you’ll stay for the sex?” He nuzzled her neck, the way his eagle’s beak would stroke her own when they shifted.

“And the incredible food, don’t forget that,” she tried again. “Hell, Cullen, I might have to marry you if you keep that up.” There. That would do it. Nothing made a man disappear faster than talk of marriage.

Cullen, however, said nothing. He kissed her again, and then made her forget herself as he took command of her body once more.

Three more wonderful days passed, which Cullen and Sarah spent with each other. Cullen ignored his work, devoting as much time to Sarah as possible. He made sure to keep his desire in check, though it wasn’t easy. They still made love, but not nearly as much as he wanted to. He wanted to show her that he was interested in her as a person.

To his delight, they shared several of the same interests. Good food, suspense novels and horror flicks. Tonight, they watched an action-adventure movie, though he thought Sarah’s attraction to this one had more to do with the man behind the bat suit than the title character. He rubbed his leg against hers and pushed a piece of popcorn between her lips.

The feel of her mouth over his finger shot his libido into overdrive, and his body responded in kind.

“Geez, Cullen.” Sarah pretended to focus on the movie playing on the big-screen TV, but he noted the familiar gleam of desire in her eyes as her gaze shifted toward him. “You’re in perpetual heat. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a cat.”

“Hell, no.” He still hadn’t forgotten that she’d been attracted to Chastell. Flea-bitten pussy.

“Meow.”

“Funny.” He maintained his scowl, glad that it made her smile. Better her laughter than the wariness she showed each time after they made love. He gave her pleasure, so much so that she cried out in his arms when she splintered into climax. But his little bird wasn’t caving as easily with her emotions.

Cullen saw the faint distrust in her gaze when she glanced at him, and it ate at him. She’d been badly burned before, he knew, but he refused to back down. Now he had her on the run, and the predator within 40

cried out for pursuit. Besides, if he continued to come as hard as he had inside of her, it was only a short matter of time before he had her pregnant. At the thought, he groaned under his breath. He still couldn’t believe she hadn’t demanded he use a condom. He knew she wasn’t on the Pill, and he hadn’t seen a patch on her anywhere. But a wise man knew better than to bring the subject to her attention.