Sweet Talking Lawman (8 page)

Timidly, at first, she did,
but when she sensed the tremor of desire shoot through him, she grew bolder, finding
confidence in her ability to arouse this intensely masculine man.  It was
a fierce, empowering aphrodisiac, knowing that she had the ability to produce
such passion in him.

“Baby,” he growled.  “I
don’t think I can keep this up.  I’ve got to slow down.” 
Reluctantly, he lifted his head, afraid his overwhelming desire would push her
away.  “I’m not usually so…desperate.”

She was dazed and shaky not
sure she wouldn’t fall without him holding her up.

“It must be all those erotic
fantasies I’ve allowed to play out in my mind over the years.”  He was
still captivated by the heat in her response, the soft yielding of her body
against his.

“Fantasies?” she queried.

He nuzzled her neck. 
“Mmmm hmm, when I fantasied what would have happened if I hadn’t stepped back
from that bathroom door that night.  In my fantasy, I walk inside and pull
it shut behind me closing the world out and us in.”  His tongue traced a
small circle just below her ear.

Mesa shivered, and then
pressed her hands against his broad chest, pushing away from him.  Smiling
she took his hand and led him to a closed door.  “Give me a minute and a
half,” she instructed before she slipped through the door, closing it in his
face.

Rafe later confided how he’d
stood there for a minute bewildered.  Had he been too desperate? 
She’d seemed so timid, but when she’d slipped her tongue between his teeth and
started to explore his mouth, his whole world had tilted.  Gradually his
breathing was beginning to return to normal, but the ache in his lower regions
hadn’t eased at all.  At first he thought it was his imagination, but then
he heard her call his name again, softly.  Hesitantly, he opened the door
and his heart dropped.  There revealed in the muted light filtering
through the window from a street light somewhere outside, stood Mesa, as naked
as if she’d just stepped out of the shower like she’d been that evening when
he’d walked in on her.  He swallowed, his blood pounding through his veins
at an unbelievable rate.

“Damn, Mesa,” he growled and
then stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, shutting the world outside
and them in.  He didn’t hurry.  He wanted to savor this moment. 
He took his time looking, his eyes memorizing anew every line and curve bare
before him.  “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he
breathed softly as he stepped slowly across to her.

“I’ve had a few fantasies of
my own Rafe,” she confessed, raising her eyes to look at him.  Then she
smiled shyly.  “I’d prefer it if I’m not the only one naked.”

He lifted his hands and tore
the snaps open on his shirt, but she stepped forward.  “Let me.”

She lifted each arm and
unfastened the snaps at his wrists one at a time, then placed her hands on his
shoulders and slowly pushed the shirt back off his wide torso.  His skin
was smooth and hot beneath her hands and he groaned.  “Ohh, damn, woman.”

She placed the index finger
of one hand over his lips.  His lips parted and he stroked that finger
with his tongue.  “Shhh, it’s my turn, Rafe,” she whispered, her breath
catching in her throat as his tongue stroked sensuously along her finger. 
“I don’t know much about this, but I want to look at you and feel you. 
You take my breath away.  You always have.”  Her hands explored the
hard plains of his almost hairless chest, before dropping gradually to stroke
the rigid muscles of his stomach.  Her eyes followed the thin line of hair
that dropped below his navel and disappeared beneath the big oval belt buckle
at the front of his jeans.  When she began moving her hands down, he quickly
captured them in his.

“Not yet,” he gasped as he
buried his face in her neck.  “I need to do a little exploring of my own.”

He released her hands and
slowly covered her breasts, his hands stroking gently, cradling firmly, heat
emanating into her from them.  He found her mouth and expressed with his
tongue what his body desired.  Finally he swept her up in his arms. 
“To hell with this bathroom, we need a bed.”

He followed her directions
down the darkened hall through the bedroom door and placed her carefully in the
middle of her bed before he settled his big body down next to her.  “This
is so much better than a fantasy,” he murmured, rolling over so his body was
canted across hers.

Mesa’s lack of experience
left her waiting, breathlessly eager to learn what Rafe would teach her. 
His hands left trails of fire burning as he explored her body.  She’d
never known that being touched by a man could be such an overpoweringly
exciting experience.  She groaned when he took her breast into his mouth,
his tongue tracing circles around it.  His hands slipped over her body,
learning the small touches that made her shiver with delight, or caused her to
gasp with unexpected pleasure.

“Tell me what you like,
sugar,” he whispered into her ear.

Mesa couldn’t think. 
She didn’t want to think.  She just wanted to feel Rafe’s hands and mouth
against her skin, stirring feelings she’d never imagined.

He repeated his question,
slowly kissing his way around each breast, then down across her ribs. 
When she didn’t answer again, he chuckled, deep in his throat.  “Do you
like this?”

“Mmm hmm,” she managed,
feeling a growing heat building between her legs in that secret place that no
man had ever touched.

“How about this,” Rafe
growled; kissing her belly button as intimately as he’d kissed her mouth.

Mesa groaned. 
“Yeah.”  His fingers stroke gently over the coarse hair that covered her
most intimate recess and her breathing stopped.

Slipping a finger between the
folds of her flesh, he stroked that nerve centered bump slowly.  “And
this?” he asked.

She couldn’t answer and then
his fingers drew the folds back and wet solid heat stroked against her. 
She gasped.  “Rafe.”

He didn’t answer; instead his
tongue probed the opening below the nub, his mouth closing as he stroked it in
the most intimate kiss possible.  Mesa’s hips moved involuntarily, rocking
in time with his tongue.

She whimpered softly and Rafe
chuckled as he continued that intimate stroking, the heat building there as his
tongue stroked her closer to something she couldn’t dream.  “Rafe,” she
whimpered, “it---it,”

He lifted his head only
slightly.  “It’s damn good, Mesa.  Just let go baby and enjoy it.”

He reclaimed his possession
of her body with ease, simply by returning to his former ministrations of her
sensitive core.  She groaned again and her hips tilted toward his
mouth.  His tongue delved deep, sliding against that center of nerves as
it stroked deep again and again.  Suddenly she was besieged with an
explosion of pure, sweet bliss, quaking through her entire being, wave after
wave.  She was groaning as her hips bucked beneath his head, and then
gradually slowed.

“Oh my God, Rafe,” she
gasped.  “What was that?”

He hadn’t moved away from
her, his mouth still in place and as she started to relax, his tongue stroked
her again, feeling her body instantly respond to him.  She gasped and
experienced the sudden surge of bliss melt her again, her hips bucking, his
tongue giving such pleasure but now Mesa wanted something more.  She
didn’t know what, but she wanted deeper contact with him.

“Oh, Rafe, please.  I
want…I want…more.”

He slipped up her body,
knowing it was time.  He’d already kicked his boots and jeans onto the
floor and as he positioned himself at the opening of her hot wet cavity, he
hesitated.  “Look at me Mesa.  I want to see you as I feel you
tighten around me.”  Then he swore softly.  Leaning off the bed, he
fumbled through his pants and then returned to lean back over her, placing the
small foil packet next to him.  He grinned.  “I almost forgot.”

She met his eyes.  “I’ve
never done this.”  It was a confession she’d dreaded.

“What?” his movements
stopped.

“I’ve never done this,” she
repeated, her timid voice quaking with emotion.

He pulled back from
her.  “You’re a virgin?”  He couldn’t remember being so
shocked.  Mesa wasn’t a kid anymore.  To his thinking, he’d never met
any woman beyond twenty that was still a virgin.

She nodded, “but please don’t
stop, Rafe.  I want you.  I want what is happening here.”

He couldn’t believe what he
was hearing.  “Mesa, how could that… how…”

Her hand slipped down his
body, onto his buttocks, she pulled him toward her while pushing her hips up
toward him.  “I want you,” she whispered.  “You feel so good.”

His resistance melted. 
“It’s going to hurt you a little, and I can’t prevent it.”  He allowed her
to pull him against her, feeling her wetness easing his entry.  He pushed
a little and her hips lifted urging him deeper.

“That feels so good,” she
groaned.

Rafe was beyond
thought.  This was instinct, pure primordial instinct.

And then he felt the taut
skin that held him back, effectively blocking his complete entry into her
body.  He dropped his head and kissed her deeply and with one hand reached
down to massage the sensitive nub of nerves pressed against his turgid
flesh.  He withdrew slightly then pressed in harder and gasped when the
barrier broke.

“I’m sorry, Mesa.  I
didn’t want it to hurt you,” he growled, forcing his body to stop and give her
time to recover, time to adjust and open to him.  Gently he continued to
manipulate the core of her arousal, not wanting her to miss any pleasure he
could give her.

Her hips moved up, claiming
more of him as she stirred restlessly beneath him.  He pushed in deeper
and gradually her body accepted him, sheathing him in molten heat.  He
nuzzled her neck.  “You’re so hot.  So tight around me.”  Slowly
he withdrew, moving his hand away from her, allowing that hard nub of nerves to
rub against his rigid shaft.  He straightened his arms, lifting the top of
his body off her, pushing deeper into her.

She groaned as he stroked in
again.  Gradually he moved against her feeling the tension building in her
body and timing his movements to bring her the greatest excitement.  Then
she arched her hips up, her body bucking, her inner muscles tightening around
him, gripping his member tightly as he increased his movements until they both
melded in a fusion of surging passion and heat.  Ecstasy exploding within
them both, a paroxysm of brilliant colors, a sense of weightlessness, a shroud
of rapture coursing through in surge after surge, until finally they lay
intertwined, basking in the warmth that held them together.

Slowly he lifted his head and
looked down at her.  “Are you alright?”

She nodded, a smile spreading
her lips.  “Yeah, I’m alright.”

He groaned.  “Oh, baby,”
he lifted the unopened foil packet.  “I got lost in you,” his voice was
coarse as sandpaper.  “I forgot to use this.”

She shrugged.  It was
too late to worry about it now.  Besides, how could she even think about
it, when she wanted to purr like a well satisfied kitten?  She smiled up
at him.  “Maybe we can remember next time.”

Her whole life had changed on
that night.  Looking back she couldn’t believe just how much change it had
been, but even knowing the hardships she’d faced, still faced, she wouldn’t
change it if she could.  She’d had more than a crush on Rafe Storm
Horse.  It had been that once in a life time love.  She’d known it
when she was eight years old and he’d helped her to climb up to sit behind
Jenny on his Uncle John’s roping horse.  She’d never once been interested
in another member of the opposite sex.

She paced the room, her arms
crossed over her chest, trying to hold herself together while emotions and
memories roiled in her mind.  Almost an hour had passed when she heard a
vehicle rolling to a stop in front of the cabin at almost the same time Jory
and Raale came in the back door.

In a state of panic, Mesa
whirled and faced Jory.  “Not yet, please.”

From his height, he could see
Rafe exiting the truck and reached to reclaim Raale’s hand, but it was too
late.  She’d heard the truck door slam and rushed over to pull the door
open.  The deadbolt prevented that however and Jory was able to reach her.

“How about you and I walk
down to the barn?  Your mom has a problem that she needs to deal with and
then she’ll come down and join us.”  He knew she sensed Mesa’s tension and
would want to stay to lend her support to her mother.  “Maybe Bob has had
time to find that saddle he mentioned.”

Raale looked at her mom, her
sparkling brown eyes stretched wide.  “Is dat okay, Mom?”

Mesa nodded.  A solid
knock sounded on the door.  “Why don’t you look in the fridge and see if
there are some carrots.  I’m sure the horses would love a treat, but you
have to let Mister Bob show you how to give it to them.”  In almost the
same breath she looked toward the door and spoke louder.  “Just a
minute.”  She forced a smile at her daughter.  “You and Jory can go
out the back door.  There used to be a path up to the barn, by the big
rock next to the trees.”