Taming Talia (7 page)

“Yes,” she gasped, as a thrill of pleasure shot to her core. Of their own volition, her arms went around his back. “Are you sure you needed to get so naked?”

“If something works, don’t question it.”

He leaned forward and kissed her neck, then nibbled on the lobe of her ear. A guttural moan erupted from her throat. Her thighs parted. “Now.”

“No.”

She went up on one elbow. Was the man crazy? Or was he another man who couldn’t bear to make love to her. “No? You have me naked as the day I was born. What do you mean ‘no’?”

“Too soon. There’s more.”

His voice, low and seductive with the hint of promise, sent a shiver up her spine. More? She liked the sound of that. “I
want
more.”

“Be nice, Talia. I’ll give you what you want…and more. On my terms. Not yours.”

He slipped his hand between their bodies and slid a calloused finger in and out of her pussy, then flicked her clit with his thumb. Her inner muscles contracted from his intimate touch. Her hips rose to meet him, but he pulled away. Whimpers of need emanated from her throat. ”Don’t leave me like this.”

He chuckled, a deep rumble she could feel through his chest. “Not going anywhere. It’s still snowing and it’s cold outside. Don’t be so impatient.”

Natalia let out a sigh of frustration. Jared didn’t understand. No, he couldn’t. Reginald had never loved her. Never wanted her. Even taunted her, saying she was nothing more than a whore for wanting his attentions. He seldom took his pleasure with her in the normal fashion, and never, ever considered her need for release.

“It’s going to be a long night. And I have no intention of leaving you high and dry.”

Although he couldn’t see it, she smiled up at him. He
did
understand.

He dipped his head and kissed her, softly at first, then harder. His tongue parted her lips and brushed against hers. Hunger drove her as she thrust her tongue to meet his. His calloused hands were on her breasts. She gasped for air as he pulled her nipples, teasing them into tight pebbles. He licked and sucked one, nipping it with his teeth. Exquisite sensations of pleasure shot to her lower belly and then to her core.

She caressed the sides of his strong face, then splayed her fingers down to his flat male nipples. He moved his hands to cup her buttocks. Her hips arched, and he nuzzled his face down to her belly, his mustache soft and tickling as he dove farther.

His tongue was wet and warm as he licked between her legs. Her thighs trembled from the unaccustomed onslaught of pleasurable sensations. In the dreams that haunted her unfulfilled nights, she’d never imagined such pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you?”

She cared not that he sounded amused. It felt too good to lie. “
Sí
. Very much.” She wriggled her hips, anticipating what came next.

Again he chuckled. Who knew making love was a matter of amusement? Not she. Not until now.

“Lift your legs…high,” he demanded.

Somewhat glad of the dark, she fought against the heavy blanket covering both of them, spread and drew up her legs. She was totally vulnerable to whatever he wanted. He knelt between her thighs and buried his face between them. His tongue danced around her clit, alternately sucking and licking it faster and faster.

Her legs jittered as waves of pleasure crashed through her body, stunning her with their intensity, her inner muscles clenching and releasing. “
Dios
,” she moaned.

Jared quickly covered her mouth with his hand. “Careful, you’ll scare the horses.”

Lying beside her before she regained consciousness, he’d been terrified he hadn’t found her soon enough. That she still might die. Now, if he didn’t have her soon, his cock felt like it would explode. He slid his hand between them, grabbed his dick and rubbed the head up and down her wet cleft, then thrust home. Driving into the depths of her slick warmth, he propped on his elbows and cradled her face in his hands, kissing her arched neck. Her slender legs tightened around his waist as she rose to meet each thrust.

His hunger matched hers. The more he thrust, the more he wanted her. Needed her. Her pussy tightened around his cock, squeezing and releasing him until he was on the verge of losing all control. Beneath him, her writhing body seemed to burn with the fire of their passion. With his last bit of control, he slowed the pace of his thrusts, focusing on the tight, silken feel of her wet pussy.

“Faster, please.” Her plea was drawn out, slow and low, her breathing ragged in his ear as her heated body bucked with each responding thrust.

In spite of his intention to pull out before it was too late, he surrendered. With a groan gathering from the very depths of his balls, he pumped into her heated core until he exploded like a charge of dynamite. Talia’s nails dug into his shoulders as she climaxed with him.

Gathering her in his arms, he rolled to his side, taking her with him. He gently brushed back the hair spilling across her face. Like his, her face and chest were damp with perspiration from their lovemaking.

“Thank you,” she said with gasping, warm breaths that tickled his ear.

He tilted his head to the side. “For the fuck or for saving your life?”

“Both.” He felt her shoulders lift in a shrug. “However, if you hadn’t saved my life, I suppose there would have been no…fucking.”

“You suppose right, Talia.” He shifted until her body was spooned in his arms, her firm ass tucked close into his crotch. “Still have to keep your body warm.” Although it was damned warm under the layers of their coats and the horse blanket.

A sigh of contentment was the only reply she made, her body relaxing sweetly along with his. “Talia?”

This time all he heard was a soft snore.

Damnation, it would be a long night before he could relax enough to sleep. The wind picked up, howling like a hungry wolf on the trail of prey. A shiver ran through his body. They’d have to dig themselves out in the morning to get back to the ranch house, but for now, they were alive and out of the worst of the blizzard.

Talia’s head rested on his arm. At least
she
could sleep. The storm wasn’t what was keeping him awake. He was here for a reason, not to fuck a confession out of Montrose’s widow. Once the blizzard was over, he planned to stay close and observe her actions. He didn’t want to believe Montrose’s father was right in his suspicions. Natalia Montrose was temperamental and proud, but if she had killed her husband, she’d have done it herself in a fit of anger.

She would have carved Reginald’s heart out and fed it to coyotes—yes, he could see her doing something like that. But pay someone else to kill him? Not her style.

Chapter Seven

White everywhere. Drowning in an icy sea, enveloped by the cold, she fought her way to the surface. Chills ran through her. Swim. Swim. She willed her arms and legs to move. Too cold. Too tired. Too afraid to die. A scream erupted from her throat. Her arms flailed…

“Talia. Talia. Wake up. It’s a nightmare. You’re safe.”

Confused, she opened her eyes. Dark. “Did the candles go out?”

“We’re in the barn. Don’t you remember?” His tone held a note of disbelief.

It all came rushing back. Falling in the snow and awakening in his arms, her bare breasts skin-to-skin with his furry chest. “
Sí
, I remember,” she said with a grin, even if he couldn’t see her expression. How could she forget the first time she’d achieved satisfaction that wasn’t the result of her own fevered manipulations? “You warmed my body with yours”—she squirmed to face him, her hands playing up and down the strong muscles of his back—“and then you proceeded to take full advantage of my vulnerability. I thought maybe you were a gentleman, but alas, I fear you are the rankest of opportunists.”

The feel of his cock growing hard against her belly drew her mouth into a smile. So, he enjoyed her touching him. Good. She reveled in an unaccustomed power. Maybe that was why Reginald would never respond to her—he couldn’t risk giving her the smallest amount of control over him.

“What’s wrong?” Jared asked, caressing her cheek. “A minute ago, you were all soft and warm. Now your body’s tense.”

Natalia shook her head. “Just remembering how it was before. I was always…
tense
.”

“He didn’t know how to please you?” Jared’s lips were at the hollow of her neck, and he traced a path of fire down her skin with a single finger, sending rivulets of desire to pool in her lower belly.

She wanted to beg for more of his touch. Would have been happy to get on her knees if necessary. Her hips seemed to lift of their own accord as his fingers slipped into the valley between her thighs.

“Last time, I was pretty quick on the trigger. It’s been a while for me.”

“And
this
time?” She couldn’t help but tease him by asking, “Am I still in danger of freezing to death,
Señor
Fields?”

“You’re in no danger. This time it’s because you want it. Do you…Talia?”

She loved the way he shortened her name and the sexy tone he used when he said it. “
Sí.
And whether you know it or not, you are still saving my life.” Possibly her sanity as well.
Dios
, what a drab, passionless life she’d lived for eight miserable years. Whether Jared was a financial adviser, as he said, or the worst type of drifter and confidence man, he’d saved her life and given her the kind of pleasure of which she’d only dreamed.

And once the blizzard was over, she would learn more about what he was up to, but for now…she needed another fucking.

She clamped her thighs around his hand and began to writhe, moving her hips up and down. “I want more…now.”

“Happy to oblige you, ma’am.”

Smiling in the dark, she opened her thighs and reached for his hard cock to guide him home. She locked her ankles around his waist, and he hugged her to him, then flipped over until he was on his back and she on top, truly able to ride him like the fine stallion of a man he was. She leaned over him, her breasts touching and being tickled by the light fur of his chest. Her nipples tightened into thrilling beads of sensation.

He snared one of her breasts, clamped on to one of her
tetillas
and grazed it lightly with his teeth, sending spikes of pleasure to her pussy. His hands cupping her ass, he thrust deeply as she rocked up and down on his cock, slowly at first, then, as the heat began to build, she increased the pace until her inner muscles tightened hard on his cock and wouldn’t let go.
Dios
, she’d never felt anything like this before.

Her body on fire, she rode until something deep within her shattered and sent her flying over the edge. He increased the rhythm of his thrusts, each one deeper than the one before until he seemed a part of her. She arched her back against his raised knees and emitted a low, shuddering moan which crescendoed into a scream… Or would have if Jared hadn’t clamped his hand over her mouth. He continued pumping into her until, a few seconds later, he gave a final thrust and groaned.

Her body slick with perspiration, she giggled and fell across his chest, burrowing her face into his neck. “Now who’s going to upset the horses?”

Nuzzling her ear, he gasped for breath. “Maybe they’ll get used to hearing your strange, catlike noises.”

“Maybe they will.” If she had anything to say about it, they would. Her body was warm and relaxed against his firm one, as if hot water flowed through her veins. How would she ever allow this man to leave her sight and go back to his supposed dreary life of watching over other people’s money? Making him her prisoner of love would make her much happier. Even the thought pulled her lips into a smile.

His mouth found hers. “You’re smiling,” he whispered, never moving his lips from hers.

“And you’re not?” she said, challenging him. Tenderly, she brushed back the shock of hair from his forehead.

“Oh, most definitely I am, Talia. Can’t remember smiling this much—not in a long time.”

“Then stop talking and smiling and kiss me.” She snaked her arms around his neck, rubbing her cheek against his prickly one.

Taking her in his arms, he rolled to his side, pulling her with him, kissing her, punishing her already swollen lips, his tongue finding hers, battling for dominance. A small sigh escaped her lips as she snuggled into his warm embrace. Never had she felt so complete. So womanly. So—dare she think it—loved.

The next morning dawned with a cold so cold Natalia thought her tender nipples would surely freeze and fall off from frostbite before she could pull on her clothing. And if
she
was worried, there was another person’s important body part that she’d hate…
How absurd
. They weren’t going to lose their valuable body parts, not if she could help it. She let out a low bark of laughter.

Daylight brought a bit of light into the stable. Jared, who was also getting dressed, glanced at her. “What’s so damned amusing?”

“I was thinking you’d better hurry before something very important to both of us gets frostbitten.”

His forehead furrowed, pulling his thick, dark brows together. “You think it’d be funny if my cock froze?”

“Well, it is rather exposed at the moment.” His dick rose like a limestone pillar. “Could happen if you’re not careful.”