Kinkade, Lea - I Got a Feelin' [The Chisholms of Texas 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (20 page)

She saw that the sunken bubble tub was completely surrounded by candles. Luxurious towels and washcloths sat waiting on one edge. Her bath soaps and lotions were sitting on one of the ledges to the tub. More towels were on the towel bars next to the ridiculously big shower. As she turned in a full circle, she noticed that both of their robes were hanging on the hooks on the door leading to the walk-in closet.

“There’s a suitcase with a change of clothes for us tomorrow in one of the extra bedrooms.” He had followed her into the bathroom and took her in his arms.

“Do you want to start with a bath?” She had a feeling he was anxious to get her naked.

“Only if you’ll join me.” She looked at him through eyes filled with desire. Her nipples were already hard and stiff and her pussy was weeping with her increasing arousal.

“That was the plan. Why don’t you let me start the water and you can take your clothes off and put your robe on until it’s ready?”

“Good plan.” As she started to strip, she heard him start the water running in the huge garden tub.

“Do you want bubbles, darlin’? I stopped by the Bath Boutique and got some bubble bath in the scent you like.”

“I’d love bubbles, handsome. You’re going to smell like pomegranates by the time we’re done, though.”

“It’ll be worth it. I don’t mind.” She watched as he added a generous amount of the bubbles into the swirling water.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She put on her robe and came to him where he leaned on the edge of the tub. “One of us is decidedly overdressed.” She leaned in for another kiss.

“I can remedy that in less than a minute, darlin’. Just let me turn off the water first. Then, while you start your soak, I’ll go down and get the champagne.” He checked the temperature of the water with his hand and, seeming satisfied, he turned off the spigot and moved back to her.

“Let me help you with your robe.” He undid the tie at her waist and pushed back the edges of her robe so that he could see her luscious breasts. Leaning down to give each nipple a kiss, he pulled the robe off her shoulders and put it back on the hook. Returning to her, he held out his hand to her and helped her into the tub. He didn’t take his eyes off her as she sank down into the tub and bubbles covered up her naked body. She sighed in bliss and leaned her head back against the edge of the tub.

* * * *

“Let me light these candles then I’ll go get the champagne.” He quickly lit the candles with the lighter he had in his jeans pocket then left the room and hurried downstairs. Once in the kitchen, he took one of the bottles of champagne, the good stuff, and deftly opened it with a soft
pop
. Grabbing the two champagne flutes off the granite countertop, he hurried back upstairs to the woman he loved.

Softly entering the bathroom, he set the champagne bottle and glasses on the counter as he quickly shucked off his clothes and boots and poured the bubbly. Taking the two full glasses with him, he climbed the two steps to the tub just as she opened her eyes. Smiling at the proof of how much he wanted to make love to her, she scooted back a little, giving him room to enter the water. He handed her a glass and sat down in the deep tub across from her.

He held out his glass to tap hers. “To us.”

“And our new house.”

They each took a sip of the champagne. Her eyes widened as the taste exploded on her tongue. “This is really good, Ryan.” She took another sip and leaned her neck back against the tub, closing her eyes with a soft sigh.

Ryan took another drink of the champagne then placed his glass on the ledge beside him. Putting his hands into the warm water, he reached for her feet and took one into his hands as he began to massage her delicate arches. She moaned in pleasure and settled further into the tub.

Ryan’s hands worked the same magic on her other foot, then began to work their way up her legs until he was caressing her thighs. Moaning softly, she arched her body, reaching for his touch. Opening her eyes, she took another sip of her champagne and placed her glass on the edge of the tub.

“I want you, Ryan. Now. Right here.”

“Come get me, darlin’. I’m all yours.” As she crawled across to him, he felt his cock harden even more as it nearly pulsed to get into her pussy.

“Sit on my lap, darlin’. Ride me.” Samantha took his hard length into her hands and moved her body over his. As she sank down onto his long, hard cock, she sighed in pleasure at the feeling of fullness. Ryan groaned at the sensation of her tight little cunt gloving his cock. She gripped his shoulders with her fingers and began to move up and down on his hard shaft. He gripped her waist in his hands and helped her move her pussy on his cock with a steady rhythm. She continued to ride him as water splashed over the sides of the tub. They laughed as several of the candles were extinguished by the errant water. They increased the pace of their rocking, both reaching for their pleasure. Ryan came first with a long wail and, as his cock continued to pulse into her body, Samantha rocked her body up and down a few more times as her own orgasm found her. She sank down on him, his spent cock still in her warm pussy as she collapsed against him. She lowered her head to his and they shared a sweet, wet kiss.

“I love you, Ryan.”

“I love you, too, darlin’.”

They held each other tight, neither of them moving until they felt the water begin to cool. Carefully extricating herself from his arms, Samantha stood up and wrapped a towel around her body, stepping gingerly out of the tub. Ryan followed and dried himself before putting on his robe. Telling her to go on into the bedroom, Ryan promised to clean up the watery mess and to join her as soon as possible.

When he was done cleaning up the water, Ryan threw the wet towels into a corner and pulled on his robe. He went over to the clothing he had shucked earlier and took the ring from the pocket, putting it into the pocket of his robe. Next he took their champagne flutes and poured out the champagne that had gone flat. He grabbed Samantha’s robe from the hook on the door and took it to her. She was so beautiful standing at the windows looking out at the night sky. Coming up behind her, he slipped her robe onto her shoulders and held it while she pushed her arms through the sleeves and belted the robe closed.

“Wait right here. I’m going to go down and get the food I left in the fridge earlier and a fresh bottle of champagne. We’re going to be really decadent and eat in bed. Then I get to make love to you again.” He returned several minutes later to find her on the bed lying on her side and propped up on one elbow. Setting down the tray of food in the middle of the bed, he carefully popped open the fresh bottle of champagne. He went into the bathroom for the glasses and poured them each a fresh glass. Lying down on the other side of the bed with the tray of food between them, they ate the fruit and cheese he had prepared and talked quietly, sipping their champagne. Billy Currington was singing softly through the MP3 player, “I Got a Feelin’.”

* * * *

“Close your eyes.”

“Again? What else do you have up your sleeve?”

“Just close ’em, please. No peeking, either.”

She closed her eyes and waited. “Okay, do your worst.” She felt him moving and thought she heard him place his glass on the hardwood floor. There was some rustling around as he moved around on the mattress.

“Hold out your hand,” he said gently. Confused, she held out her right hand palm down. Gently enfolding her hand with his, he turned her palm over and brought her hand up, kissing it gently. When she felt him press something into her palm she suddenly understood what he was doing. Tears came to her eyes as he closed her hand gently around the object.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

“Oh, my God, Ryan. What have you done?” Tears spilled from her eyes and streaked down her face as she looked deeply into his eyes. She saw intense love and hope in his unwavering gaze. Slowly, she looked down at her closed hand as she unfurled her fingers around the ring she knew would be there. In her hand was the most beautiful diamond ring she had ever seen. It was a one-carat, round diamond with a band of smaller round diamonds extending on either side, set in platinum.

She slowly started shaking her head back and forth. Her mouth opened and closed with no sound escaping her throat. He picked the diamond ring off the palm of her hand and, picking up her left hand, he held it in his as he looked deeply into her eyes.

“Samantha Michaels, I love you. You are everything I will ever want in a life partner. Would you do me the honor of marrying me?”

“Ryan, I…I don’t know what to say. Why are you doing this now? What’s the rush?”

“I told you months ago I was ready to marry you. I want to start our life in this house the right way. If I can’t be married to you by tomorrow, please at least say that you’ll agree to be my wife. I love you. You love me. Take a chance, darlin’. You won’t be sorry.”

She looked down at the ring in his hand and felt the rightness of this moment deep in her soul. Knowing that she had never wanted anything as much as she wanted to be his wife, she slowly lifted her eyes to his as a serene smile lit up her entire face. “Yes, Ryan. I want to be your wife. I’ll marry you.”

“You won’t regret it darlin’. I promise you that.” He pulled her into his arms as he brought his mouth to hers in a soul-deep kiss. He pulled the robe off her body and crushed her to him. Her hands went to the belt of his robe and pulled. She brushed the robe off his shoulders and it fell to the floor, leaving his body open to her gaze. He was magnificent! That sculpted chest and abs. Those strong biceps and shoulders. And his cock! It was thick and long and fit perfectly into her body. And it was happy to see her.

He maneuvered her to the mattress and pushed her down onto her back. He quickly removed the leftovers from their late-night snack then climbed onto the bed, pulling her back against him so that her back rested against his chest while he caressed her breasts. Samantha’s hands rested on his forearms as he rasped his thumbs over her nipples, tightening the buds into tight, little pebbles.

His hands moved lower as she scooted back between his thighs, fingers trailing down her ribs and stomach on their way to her mound. His fingers framed her pussy just as it was framed by the neatly trimmed blonde curls that surrounded it. Moans and gasps escaped her lips as two fingers thrust into her heat, going a little deeper, sliding in and out of her, before moving up to her clit and rasping over the hardened little nub with his thumbs. Samantha moved restlessly in his arms, grasping onto his forearms, which anchored her even while her body was beginning to fly in all directions.

His fingers returned to her entrance, his way slicked by the honey seeping through the lips of her pussy. The orgasm broke over her as her inner muscles clamped down on his fingers, the only hint that she had reached her climax other than low gasps and moans from deep in her throat.

“Darlin’, I love the way your face looks when you come like that.” He pulled her around so that they were face to face and took her mouth with his again. Her mouth opened wide, letting his tongue have its way with her. Finally, when they were both breathless, he pulled his mouth from hers. He moved to the end of the bed, pulling her with him. His cock was standing at attention as it leaked a drop of cum. Crawling off the bed, he reached back for her legs and flipped her over onto her stomach.

“On your knees, woman.” She loved this position with Ryan. She pulled her knees up under her and walked her hands so they were under her shoulders. Kneeling before him, ass up in the air, she shivered with response.

Stepping up to the edge of the bed, he ordered her into position.

“Spread your thighs.” She slid her knees farther apart on the bed. “Wider.” She complied with a smile.

With a slow, tortuous stroke, he impaled her. Moaning with delight, she arched back toward him. He plunged back into her, groaning with pleasure as he slid in to the hilt.

Ryan grasped her hips tightly and began thrusting into her deep heat earnestly. His cock hit her sweet spot with every slide out of her slick pussy. He fucked into her with firm, short digs, ramming into the hilt with each thrust stroking her cunt. He covered her back from behind as he continued to thrust into her with his hard length. Kissing up her back, he reached around her and fondled her nipples, bringing them back to pebbled hardness.

His arms slid up her back to her shoulders. Wrapping one arm around her shoulders and the other around her waist, he lifted her so her back rested against his chest, his cock still hard inside her body. While his right hand found her creaming pussy, his left hand massaged her breasts, tweaking her nipples between thumb and finger. Finding her clit, he rubbed it back and forth, fanning the flames of her ardor. Her head fell back against his shoulder on a moan. With a flick of his fingers on her clit, she came hard, her release coating his fingers as they swept through her wet heat.

Hands back on her hips, he began to fuck into her with his thick, hot erection. He rammed his aching cock into her deeply. Another orgasm loomed over her as he continued his feral strokes. Her pussy lips gripped his turgid length as another orgasm started deep in her heat. Another thrust. Then another. He threw back his head, closed his eyes, and pounded forward one last time before his release overtook him and he released his seed deep into her body. Her lips brushed over his clenching jaw as she lay back against his shoulder, fully satisfied.