Stark Naked (9 page)

“Along with selective advertising. We’ll get some ideas together for you.”

“Amy will be in on all the meetings after this,” he said, guiding her back toward the barn. “But today I wanted you to get a feel for what a ranch really is. Know what we’re all about. Anyway, come on. We’re burning daylight. Hey, Jake,” he yelled. “You got everything ready?”

Reenie’s jaw dropped as one of the ranch hands emerged from the barn driving an old-fashioned buckboard with two horses hitched to it.

“I didn’t think those things existed anymore,” Reenie said when she could find her voice.

“They don’t. At least not in any great amount. I found this, restored it, and we use it for special events.” He lifted her up onto the buckboard seat then placed the cooler behind her. “Thanks for getting this ready, Jake.”

The other man nodded then hopped down so Matt could take his place. “Y’all have a good time,” he called as he headed back to the barn.

Matt flapped the reins and clicked to the horses and they started off at a slow, dignified trot.

Reenie’s stomach had been tied in knots since she got out of bed that morning. A dozen times she’d picked up the phone to call Matt and cancel, but she knew that was just the coward’s way out. And the damndest part of it was she really wanted to see him. She hadn’t been able to get either that damn erotic dream or the memories of Saturday afternoon out of her head. And now here she was, alone with him and scrambling to keep her defenses up.

To make matters worse, he looked good enough to eat in his jeans and chambray shirt, the perpetual Stetson clapped on his head, looking like every woman’s dream. When she drew in a breath the mingled scents of man, meadow and trees drifted seductively across her nostrils. It seemed everything, including nature, was conspiring to tear down her defenses.

“This is very
Little House on the Prairie
of you,” she said, trying to distract herself with her usual sarcasm.

But Matt just grinned. “I was thinking more like
Bonanza
. Only I’m better looking than Little Joe.”

“And modest too.”

Matt expertly drove the buckboard through the nearest pasture, got out to open the first gate, drove through it and closed the gate again. The cattle were all in distant enclosures so they had nothing but open meadow in front of them. Reenie gave herself up to the enjoyment of her surroundings, feeling the sun on her face and the soft breeze in her hair. She had a sense of being dropped into a movie set. All that was missing were the cameras and a director.

Reenie thought of a million sarcastic remarks she could make but somehow they all bottled up in her throat. She was shocked to discover she was actually enjoying herself. Worse than that, relaxing. And why not? The weather was beautiful. Perfect. The environment great. And she was sitting beside a man with so much sex appeal he should be labeled a lethal weapon, her body wrapped in an air of sensual awareness.

Reenie had never in her life been afraid of a relationship. But the recent damage by Asshole Aaron was still so fresh, so painful, she couldn’t make herself give herself up to the pleasure.

I need psychiatric help.

“I can almost feel your brain cooking,” Matt teased as they rolled along. “How about letting it just all hang out today, Reenie. Think what a novelty that would be for you. No comment?” he asked, when she didn’t answer. “No problem. In fact, maybe good. Better.” He tugged back on the reins and the horses slowed. Stopped. “Okay, we’re here.”

Reenie looked around. “Here? Where? It looks like we’re in the middle of no place.”

“Exactly right. See? I knew you were smart.” He walked around and lifted her off the seat before she had a chance to protest. “Come on.”

He grabbed the cooler and a blanket rolled up in the back of the wagon then led her to a spot beneath a cluster of tall oaks. With efficient movements he spread out the blanket, opened the cooler and stretched out full length, patting the space beside him.

“Come on down. It’s okay. I’ve still got my clothes on.”

She frowned. “What’s going on here?”

Matt blew out a breath and shook his head. “Jesus, Reenie. Try not to overthink everything so much, okay? Can’t you just take a chance on having fun for a change?”

“Taking chances only leads to trouble,” she told him. “And you’re trouble. You know it.”

Before she knew what was happening he reached up, grabbed her hand and tugged her down beside him.

“Trouble doesn’t always have to be bad,” he said softly. Reaching into the cooler, he pulled out two bottles of Corona beer, uncapped them and held one out to her. “Here. Live dangerously.”

Reenie managed to maneuver herself into sitting cross-legged position and took a tentative swallow of the beer. It wasn’t her first choice of beverage but she didn’t want to be rude. And it was obviously a favorite of Matt’s. He handed her a wedge of lime. “If you push this into the neck of the bottle and drink the beer through it, the lime juice enhances the flavor.”

When she tried it she discovered the liquid was surprisingly good.

“See?’ He grinned. “Look what happens when you take a chance.”

Matt leaned back on one elbow, balancing his beer. He told her how his grandparents had started the ranch, why he and Amy had taken it over, how he’d gotten involved with the Cattlemen’s Association and then the scholarship program.

Reenie cradled the bottle in her hands, rubbing her thumb against the condensation at the neck as she listened to him. When he finished she said, “Why are we really out here, Matt? We could have been finished when you showed me the area where your event will be held.”

“I thought you ought to get a feel for what a ranch is like, what we all do. It might help with the graphics y’all design.”

“Okay. I’ll give you that,” she agreed. “But we could have ridden around and then gone back to the house. So why this?”

Very slowly, he removed his hat and placed it on the blanket. He plucked the beer bottle from her fingers and stuck it in the cooler along with his. And then, very deliberately, he pulled her down until she was flat on her back and he was looming over her.

“We’re out here because I want to do this.” He bent his head and ran his tongue across her lips, tracing the outline and the seam. “I want to kiss you, Reenie. And a lot of other things. I can’t forget how good we were together last Saturday. There’s something explosive between us and it’s stupid to pretend it doesn’t exist. So what’s the problem?”

She pressed her hands against his chest, struggling to find some measure of control. To make him understand. “You are. You’re trouble, Matt. With a capital T. And I’ve had all the trouble I want to deal with.”

He nipped her lower lip. “Someone did a number on you, Reenie. I’d like to punch his lights out, but since that’s probably not possible I’ll just have to do my best to erase the aftereffects of it.”

This time his mouth left no question about its intent. The kiss was hard, almost bruising, his tongue sweeping into her mouth like a marauder. How was it that just his words immobilized her and robbed her of sane thought? One touch and she melted. He was like a powerful drug habit she couldn’t kick. When she tried once again to feebly push him away, he deepened the kiss and one hand slid along her rib cage. Fingertips grazed the lower swell of her breasts and knuckles brushed at her hardened nipples.

A whip of lust cracked through her and wrapped tightly around her. His mouth was at once soft and firm, moving along the line of her jaw, the column of her neck, coming to rest at
that
spot behind her ear where the flick of his tongue made her shiver. It made cream soak her panties and the pulse in her womb dance like the throbbing beat of a jungle drum. She wanted…she wanted…oh, God, she wanted so much.

Nimble fingers untied her knotted shirttails and slid the blouse from her body. He then lifted the tank top and eased it over her head. When his mouth closed over one nipple she felt the heat and moisture through the thin satin of her bra. Desire lashed at her, pulling at the need rising inside her and she lifted herself to his touch. Fingers threaded through the black silk of his hair, pulling his head tightly to her body. She moaned in protest when he moved his mouth away, only to whimper with satisfaction when he fastened it to her other nipple.

He took a long time, sucking and pulling, biting gently until the pleasure became so intense it was almost painful. And still he teased and tormented, his warm hand rubbing across her midriff and stroking down to her hip.

Reenie couldn’t stand it. She had to touch him. Fingers clumsy with haste, she tore open the snaps on his shirt and touched the warm, hard body beneath the fabric, sifted her fingers through the crisp hair on his chest. The moment she made contact with skin she moaned, passion surging through her. Matt was right. She couldn’t argue. Whatever was between them was electric, as powerful as a storm and as impossible to ignore.

Her skin burned where his hands touched her as he unsnapped her jeans and tugged the zipper down. She cried out in protest when he sat up and moved away from her.

“What…”

“Never make love with your boots on, darlin’.” His voice was husky, thick with desire and as rich as heated molasses. He pulled each boot until it came free, then her socks, finally sliding both jeans and panties down her legs. The drift of air was cool on her heated skin but it did nothing to lower the temperature of the desire curling through her like a hungry snake. She opened her legs for him, a silent plea to feel his body there, but Matt was busy with his mouth again.

There wasn’t an inch of her he left untouched. His lips and tongue moved over her tummy, her navel, the swell of her hips, the curve of her thighs. He took a long, slow journey starting at one ankle, moving up the inside of her legs, across the nest of curls covering her sex and down to her other ankle. The more he kissed and bit the more she writhed beneath the pressure of his hands.

Oh, God, she wanted him inside her. Every nerve in her body focused on that one overriding need. But Matt was far from through with her. When she felt his mouth closing over the swollen bud of her clit, she arched off the blanket, crying out with the intensity of the sensations.

He pulled and tugged with his lips before the sinful heat of his tongue invaded her slit, licking the length of it from top to bottom. Again. Again. And just when she was sure she couldn’t take it anymore he thrust his tongue inside and stroked it in and out.

It was like riding a rollercoaster, climbing slowly to the top of the hill, every bit of breath stolen from you, then plunging down so fast your heart raced and pounded. Only Matt never let her get all the way to the bottom. He’d take her to the top, dangle her on the edge and then back away.

She was crying with frustration now, begging him, imploring him. She felt abandoned when he moved away from her, but she opened her eyes when she heard the snick of a belt and the rustle of fabric to see him stripping off his boots and clothes. Then he was as naked as she was, kneeling between her thighs. When he rose over her she reached down to close her fingers over his hot erection, rewarded by the hiss of his indrawn breath. She wanted to make him feel good too.

Wriggling slightly, she snaked a hand between his muscled thighs to cup the heavy sac with his balls. His gaze locked with hers as she moved her fingers, manipulating, teasing. She made a small sound of protest when he brushed her hand away.

“I need inside you,” he breathed. “Now.”

He rolled on a condom with one hand, positioned himself at the entrance to her cunt and pushed inside her.

Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes.

He held still for a long moment.

“Look at me, Reenie,” he commanded.

Her eyes flew open and locked with his. God, she could get lost in those eyes.

“Don’t look away.”

And she didn’t, not while he drove into her again and again. Not while he braced on one hand while with the fingers of the other he rubbed and stroked her clit. Not when she felt the orgasm rushing through her, too long denied. Not when she felt his pace increase and his body stiffen. And not when he took her over the cliff with him, both of them shuddering with the force of their release.

She had no idea how long they lay there, locked together, riding through the aftershocks. She didn’t know whose heart hammered faster, whose breathing was more ragged. It seemed forever until Matt slowly eased himself from her body and dealt with the condom. Then he reached back to the cooler and pulled out the two bottles of beer.

“Probably a little flat by now,” he told her in an unsteady voice. “But still cold.”

Reenie sat up and rolled the cool bottle against her forehead, trying to make some sense of what had happened. She wasn’t a stupid person. She wasn’t weak or easily led. Yet it seemed the moment Matt Stark touched her, every brain cell went to sleep and the rest of her body took over.

“Matt,” she began.

“Not today, Reenie.” He was smiling but there was a warning in his voice. “Just for today can we please accept that what we just did was beyond phenomenal? That something special is developing between us, even though neither of us expected it?”

“I can’t do that. Please.”

She twisted her fingers together, disgusted with the situation and with herself. But she seemed to have lost all self-discipline where Matt was concerned.

“Reenie, listen—”

“This can’t work between us. I know that. I should know better than to be alone with you. Because when you touch me my brain goes to sleep and that’s not good.”

“Reenie—” he began again.

“No.” She nibbled her lower lip. “I’ll agree with you the sex is hot. Okay, incendiary. Outstanding. But that’s no foundation on which to build a relationship.”

“You can’t build anything if you keep running away from it,” he pointed out.

“You know as well as I do it’s only good until the next female catches your eye and I’m done playing that game.”

“Are you going to let me say something here?” he asked, his voice edged with irritation.