Slow and Easy: Sensual Erotica Boxed Set (7 page)

Cord leaned forward in his chair. “I didn't
mean—I just thought—”

Daphne waved her hand dismissively. She
plastered a smile on her face. “Don't worry about it. You've been
really patient hosting us for the last two weeks. I'm sure you're
used to your privacy. I'll make myself scarce this weekend.”

No longer hungry, she gathered up her plate
and glass and stood. She paused in the doorway to the kitchen.
“There are brownies on the counter and ice cream in the freezer, if
you want dessert.”

Her eyes prickled with heat as she cleaned
off her plate and stowed it in the dishwasher. She had to get away
from Cord. Humiliation left her cheeks blazing. She'd been so naive
to think cooking the man dinner and engaging him in conversation
might have led to something else. God, he couldn't even be bothered
to pretend he enjoyed her company. All he wanted was a piece of
local ass to make his weekend better. Stupid didn't even come close
to describing how she felt. For a woman with a genius level IQ,
you'd think she'd be smarter when it came to men, but apparently
her book smarts didn't translate so well to real life.

Practically suffocating with humiliation and
crushed dreams, Daphne left out the back door. She skipped down the
steps of the back porch and walked aimlessly across the back lawn.
She skirted the edge of a small pond and found an inviting patch of
grass beneath a shady tree.

Plopping down, Daphne rearranged the long
skirt of her burgundy maxi-dress. The Indian inspired gold print
was among her favorites. She leaned back against the trunk and
closed her eyes. Sitting alone and feeling foolish wasn't exactly
how she'd imagined spending her Friday night. She'd had something a
little spicier in mind. She'd just have to content herself with
some TV and maybe a glass of wine at whatever bed and breakfast she
ended up at later.

Never one to waste time, Daphne pulled her
cell phone from the hidden pocket of her skirt and used the touch
screen to surf the internet for bed and breakfast listings. As she
looked at the available rooms in the touristy center of
Fredericksburg, Daphne noticed storm clouds building in the
distance. Lately thunderstorms had exploded in the evenings due to
the extreme daytime heating. Cord had been worried about the
lightning igniting the dry grass that stretched as far as the eye
could see. The drought conditions had yet to ease in the area.
Daphne didn't know much about ranching but she knew a grass fire
was a terrible and threatening event.

The wind kicked up and a heavy gust slammed
against her. The scent of rain hung ripe in the air. Daphne cast a
wary glance at the darkening skyline. Deep grey clouds blocked the
setting sun. She could feel the temperature shift on her bare skin.
The sky would open up soon and drench the parched ground.

“
You'd best get in the
house.”

The unexpected sound of Cord's voice
startled her. She whipped her head in his direction, shocked to see
him standing just a few feet from her. How the hell had he snuck up
on her like that?

“
I'm perfectly capable of
deciding when to seek shelter. I'm not a child,” Daphne said, a bit
more defensively than necessary.

Cord fixed her with a long, hard look. “No,
you're not. All the same,” he tilted his head, “I'd rather you not
get zapped by lightning. I don't think your parents would take very
kindly to that. I'd hate to get sued. Might make things tricky with
Derek and Katie.”

“
I hardly think my parents
would waste the lawyer fees to sue for this scrap of land."
Instantly, she regretted her words. She'd always been quick to snap
and say mean things. It was that part of her mother's awful temper
she'd inherited.

To her surprise, Cord snorted and laughed.
“Probably not."

"I'm sorry, Cord. I shouldn't have said
that. It was catty."

He shrugged and glanced toward the sky
again. "At least you're honest. More than I can say for most women
I've known."

"Speaking of women you know, shouldn't you
be heading out? I'm sure you'll want to hit the bar early so you
can scope out the scene and stake a claim."

"Oh, I've already got my eyes on
someone."

"Really?" Daphne tried to ignore the punch
of anguish that struck her belly. She should have known. A man like
Cord probably had his pick of the beautiful faces in town. "Well I
won't keep you." She flicked her fingers. "Go on. I've got to pack
my bag and pick one of these rooms. I'll lock up when I leave."

"Maybe I won't go into town tonight."

Daphne's gaze snapped to his. Something
flashed in his eyes, something so primal and real she shuddered
under its power.

Cord took a step closer. “Are you cold?”

Daphne shook her head and slipped her phone
back into her pocket. Before she could stand, Cord offered his
hands. She stared at them a moment, not trusting herself to let go
when the time came. His warm, dry fingers wrapped around hers.
Rather gently, Cord pulled Daphne to her feet. The bottom dropped
from her stomach as she came into contact briefly with his hard
chest. Cord stepped back immediately and let go of her hands. He
seemed to be fighting some battle within his mind.

Daphne started to speak but the oddest
sensation overcame her. The hairs on her arms and the back of her
neck rose suddenly. The very air she breathed seemed electrified. A
split-second later, a bolt of lightning struck nearby—too close for
comfort—and rattled the ground beneath her feet. Screaming, Daphne
flung her hands over her head.

And then the strongest arms were wrapped
around her shoulders and under her knees. In one swift movement,
Cord lifted her from the ground and hustled her back to the porch
lining the rear of the house. She clung to him like a terrified
child. Thunder rumbled around them, threatened to shatter her ear
drums. Fat raindrops gushed from the saturated clouds and soaked
through their clothing.

When they reached the safety of the covered
porch, Cord carefully set her down. He gently pulled her arms from
his neck and swept a searching gaze over her body. “Are you all
right?”

Gulping, she nodded. Her limbs shook wildly
and teeth chattered. “I can't stop shaking.”

Cord gathered her close, his heat and
strength soothing her overexcited nerves. He tenderly touched her
face, his thumb grazing her cheek. Daphne's eyelids lowered at the
sensation of his callused hand on her face. She'd imagined this
moment so many times. Fantasy didn't come close to the real
thing.

A tiny whimper escaped her throat when
Cord's lips finally brushed against hers. She fisted the damp
fabric of his shirt and lifted on tiptoes to encourage his kiss.
She wanted him to kiss her, to really kiss her. He didn't
disappoint. Like a seasoned lover, Cord kissed her so deeply her
knees threatened to buckle. His tongue darted between her lips and
flicked against hers. Daphne opened wide and surrendered completely
to his passionate kiss.

Cord broke away from their kiss and stepped
back. His shoulders lifted and fell as he breathed heavily. He ran
a hand through his now wet hair. “I shouldn't have done that. I'm
sorry.”

Fire coursed through her veins. She didn't
know whether to scream or faint. “What?”

“
You and me.” He gestured
between them. “This. It can't happen.”

She was at a loss to understand what was
happening. “Why not?”

“
You're not the woman for
me, Daphne. I can't offer you anything more than this.” He spread
his arms wide and indicated his ranch.

Regret tinged his voice. She suddenly
realized why he'd been so aloof. Not wanting to lose this chance,
Daphne reached out and cupped his cheek. His stubble rasped her
palm. “Maybe this is exactly what I want.”

Cord went rigid. He stared at her intently,
his gaze searing her skin. Finally he spoke. “Daphne, you're not
the kind of girl I could love and leave. You better be damned sure
you want me because once you're in my bed and in my arms, I'm not
letting you go.”

Daphne couldn't breathe. Hot and cold
torrents rippled through her body. He wanted her just as much as
she wanted him. Vaguely Daphne understood this was one of those
once-in-a-lifetime moments. If she didn't act now, she'd lose him
forever.

Boldly, Daphne wound her arms around his
waist. She pressed her lips to his. “Take me to bed.”

Chapter Two

Cord growled and lifted her into his arms.
His resolve crumbed. There was no denying the attraction between
them a moment longer. Daphne wasn't the type of girl to toy with
him. She wanted exactly what he did—something more than a one night
stand.

He carried her into the house and kicked the
door shut behind him. His lips crashed down upon hers as he carted
her through the dark house. She tasted of sugary iced tea. He
couldn't get enough. He was practically dizzy with need.

Flashes of lightning lit up the house. The
relaxing patter of raindrops against the tin roof created the
perfect soundtrack for their night. He gently placed her on his bed
and crawled over her, his knees on either side of her waist. Pinned
to the mattress, Daphne stared up at him with those bright, wide
eyes. Her tongue stole out and licked her lower lip. An image of
that pink tongue on the head of his cock rocked Cord's mind.

He bent low and captured her mouth again,
nearly ravenous for her. Her skin was silky and soft. He nuzzled
her neck and nipped at her throat. She mewled like a kitten and
arched beneath him. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons lining the
front of his shirt. Between his sensual kisses, she managed to work
her way through the buttons and push the shirt off of his
shoulders. Cord moved away just long enough to remove his shirt and
toe off his boots and socks. He returned to Daphne.

“
You're so soft, sugar.”
Cord's hands roamed her body. He needed to get her naked as quickly
as possible. Cord rolled off of Daphne and sat up. He hauled her
off the bed and settled her across his lap. She straddled him, her
ripe breasts jutting against his face. Her pebbled nipples poked
through the thin cotton. He grasped handfuls of her dress and
tugged hard. She lifted her arms as he swept the garment over her
head and tossed it aside.

For a long moment, he simply stared in awe
at her nubile form. She had the perkiest tits he'd ever seen, the
nipples a dusky brown and stiff. His hands drifted over the curves
of her waist and full hips. A pair of hot pink hipster panties rode
low on her tummy. Sparkling diamonds dripped from her navel. He
playfully flicked the piercing, wondering all the while how many
thousands of dollars' worth of diamonds she so casually wore every
day.

"Touch me." Daphne took his hand and brought
it to her breast. She sighed as he palmed the full orb and tweaked
the nipple. Immediately he latched onto the enticing peak, drawing
the nipple between his lips and rolling his tongue over it.
Daphne's fingers were in his hair, her head thrown back as she
cried out at his suckling.

He wanted to hear her scream, wanted her
shouts to ricochet off the walls of his bedroom. He moved swiftly
and pressed her back to the mattress. Taking his sweet time, Cord
explored every inch of her delectable body, licking and kissing and
nibbling until she trembled. He slid to his knees and pulled her
toward the edge of the bed. He slowly parted her thighs and ran an
appreciative hand along her mound. The crotch of her panties was
soaked and clung to her plump, waxed pussy lips. His mouth
practically watered for a taste of her.

Her panties were whisked off and thrown
aside. He peppered noisy kisses along her inner thighs. She
quivered with anticipation, her legs shaking slightly beneath his
lips. The tantalizing scent of her cunt filled the air. He slid a
finger through her dewy lips and circled the pink nub hidden there.
She gasped and rocked. “Cord!”

He lovingly petted her sex. “This is my
pussy now.”

“
Yes,” she said
breathlessly and without reservation. “Yours. All
yours.”

Smiling, Cord bent low and slurped her clit
between his lips. She cried out and bucked against his mouth.
Holding tight to her thighs, Cord traced the folds of her sex with
his pointed tongue. Up and down, then side to side, his tongue
slithered through her wet pussy. He teased her clit with slow
circles then dipped down and thrust his tongue inside her. He
tongue-fucked her dripping cunt and used his nose to stimulate that
pink berry of a clit.

She responded so beautifully. He'd always
loved eating pussy, especially when his woman reacted like Daphne.
He groaned and hummed hungrily as he gathered her cunt juice on his
tongue. He'd never tasted such a delicious pussy and went wild on
her.

Daphne cried out at his enthusiasm. She
threaded her fingers through his short hair and swiveled her hips.
When he licked circles around her clit, Daphne moaned and pressed
against him. He found the right rhythm and intensity and
concentrated on making her explode. He focused solely on Daphne's
reactions, on her deepening breaths and clenching thighs. He was
determined to make this amazing for her. Cord wanted Daphne to know
just how good things could be between them.

“
Cord! Uh! Ah! Unnhh!”
Daphne shattered, her pussy pulsing against his lips. As she
started to come down from her climax, he slipped two fingers into
her impossibly tight pussy and began to thrust. She gasped as his
tongue returned to her sensitive clit. He wanted to see what kind
of girl Daphne was. Some women could come fast and hard right after
the first climax. Others needed more time between
orgasms.

Judging by Daphne's response, she belonged
to the first camp. He alternated sucking her clit with tonguing it
fast while his fingers pumped her g-spot over and over again. She
bucked her hips and cried out his name. He increased the speed of
his flicking tongue, pushing her over the edge of one orgasm and
onto another. Her cunt gushed against his chin. He lapped at her
cream and moaned happily. This was how he'd dreamed it would
be.