To Have a Wilde (Wilde in Wyoming) (9 page)

Chapter 13

H
e couldn’t get enough of her. As he kissed her, he knew it was time.

He gently eased one finger inside of her and again, her walls clamped down on him. Then he frowned when he met a barrier.

Key broke the kiss, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he pushed her away, far enough so he could see her face. The low light from the small lamp bathed the room and Sonia in a golden glow, her heated gaze fixated on him.

“Sonia...have you ever...?” He allowed the sentence to dangle, and when he saw her swallow and slowly close her eyes, he knew that, as unbelievable as it was, she had never made love before.

It all hit him at once. She was giving him something so precious...the very meaning of it all was crashing down every wall he’d tried to erect between them.

Hollow walls, he now knew. He brought a hand up to run a finger down the side of her face, then he looked away from her and rose reluctantly from the bed.

“God, I want you,” he said, simply turning back to face her. She held his gaze. He wanted to rip off the remainder of her clothes and make love to her, give her what she—what her sinful body—was asking for. “But I can’t do this.”

The words were torn from him and he pushed away from her.

“Please.” The soft entreaty came from kiss-swollen lips as she stared at him, her liquid brown eyes asking him to give them both what they wanted.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this, Sonia?” he asked, afraid to hear the answer but knowing that if he didn’t ask now, soon it would be too late.

She swallowed and kept her gaze on his. Lifting herself onto her knees, she crawled to the edge of the bed and stopped when her body was close to his.

She leaned out and took his hand, guiding him back to her. With a groan of acquiescence he allowed her to bring his much larger body down, until he blanketed her body with his own. He settled into the V of her thighs, the warmth from the center of her femininity resting against the rougher cotton of his boxer shorts.

“Yes, Key. I’ve never been so sure,” she whispered. “Make love to me.”

He wanted her. Wanted her so badly he felt as though if he didn’t have her soon, he’d lose it. But still he wanted to make sure. He couldn’t promise her anything. It was sex and sex only.

He ignored the mocking laugh that accompanied the thought.

“You know that this is just—” His voice trailed off. Hell, he didn’t even know what to call it.

She smiled in the low light. “I know. And that’s okay, Key. Just make love to me.” Her voice broke. When she grabbed his hand, brought it between their bodies and moved it down until it rested against her silk-covered mound, he groaned harshly.

That was all he needed to hear. He removed his shorts and intense desire took over.

He lowered his head and covered her mouth with his, grabbing and tugging her bottom rim fully inside his. God, he loved the taste of her mouth.

As he kissed and nuzzled her mouth, he gently moved her hand away, grabbed the other hand and planted both high above her head, while with the other he covered her mound. Her tight little moans of delight filled his mouth as he continued his oral assault.

With a groan, his mouth hungrily devouring her lips, he lightly fingered her mound, brushing the pads of his finger back and forth over the low-trimmed, light springy hair, playing back and forth against the seam of her vagina, teasingly, until she cried and moaned against his mouth. He broke away to see her face.

“Do you like what I’m doing to you, Sonia?” he asked, her labored breaths matching his. He needed to ready her for him. Without conceit he knew he was nowhere near a small man, a fact that she would enjoy a hell of a lot more if she had more experience sexually.

Even when he’d been a virgin, he’d never made love to a virgin before.

She nodded and he saw the way her jaw worked. She swallowed.

His eyes trailed down to the crests of her breasts, and he gazed in fascination at her dark nipples, tight and erect.

“Yes, I can see that you do,” he murmured, and bent his head down, capturing one of her nipples deep within his mouth.

He laid her back down on the bed and, starting at her mound, kissed and caressed his way up her body, pausing occasionally to deliver a kiss...or bite...along the way.

When she hissed after one of his stinging kisses, he growled low as he immediately saw the cream of her arousal seep down her leg.

By the time he reached her face he took it between his hands and sexed her lips as he planned to do with the rest of her body.

“I want your first time to be special. But you have to relax. Okay?” he asked. When she nodded, he smiled and used the pads of his fingers to scrape across her clit and test her readiness.

When his fingers came back soaked with her own dew, he knew the time had come.

Slowly, inch by inch, he fed her increments of his shaft until he came against the thin barrier. He took both of her hands within his and covered her mouth with his as he raised her hands high above her head,

With one final thrust he embedded deep inside, his mouth swallowing her cry at the final invasion.

He waited until he felt her muscles relax and her sheath slowly calm the frantic pulsing on his shaft.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked, and she smiled.

Their tongues met slowly at first until mutual need and desire soon overwhelmed her. He pinned her hips lightly and began to thrust.

Once he was assured she could handle him, the strength of his thrusts grew stronger until her helpless cries of pleasure filled the room.

He knew she would need more in order to release.

He freed one of her hands and eased it between them, found and captured her bud and worked it in time with the power of his thrusts.

* * *

With each drag and release Sonia felt her body give in to the erotic pleasure Key was delivering with every stroke.

She hadn’t known what to expect and thought the pain of the first time would eclipse the pleasure, but she’d been wrong.

After the first pain had subsided, her body, so wet and ready for him, began to adjust and accept his thrusts as she clung to his body.

On and on the pleasure went, spiraling though her body, washing over her, as her cries rang loud while she accepted his loving.

Tears fell trickled down her face, the pleasure was so intense as she accepted his heat. Her body was liquid fire, and she needed to come so badly she felt near to explosion, yet it remained out of reach.

Frantic, she ground against him, his hard, thick shaft hitting the back of her walls until he felt the top hit her spot.

“Oh,”
she keened in a tight, high voice, her body going up in flames. At the same moment he hit her spot, his talented fingers pinched her clit and she screamed so long her throat grew painful, her voice hoarse as the orgasm swept over her, deadly and direct.

Before long she gave in fully to the release she felt hovering, her mind and body utterly and completely relaxed.

When she felt his arms circle her body and draw her close, she closed her eyes and, with a smile on her face, slept.

* * *

Walk away before it’s too late....

As he watched her sleep, the thought crept into Key’s mind. And just as soon as it did, he rejected it.

He’d not planned any of this, hadn’t sought to seduce her and hadn’t meant to make love to her.

His hand came out to smooth away an errant curl that clung to her sweat-covered brow.

And most definitely he hadn’t planned to be the first man to make love to her.

But now that it had happened, he was damned if he was going to walk away from it, from her. At least not yet. Not until he explored this incredible...chemistry...between them.

Chapter 14

“I
s it my imagination or does my butt look very...large in these jeans?” Sonia spoke to the trailer at large as she examined her figure in the new jeans she’d bought but had yet to break in.

She’d barely had time to get dressed that morning after the long night spent with Key, a night she knew she’d never forget.

Even now a blush stole across her cheeks in remembrance.

Would he want a repeat performance? she wondered aloud, still examining her figure. Or had she scared the heck out of him after he realized he was her first? She sighed heavily.

She’d left early, not wanting anyone to find her in the house, still unsure of where the two of them stood, despite the intimate night and the things he’d shared with her, things she cherished more than he could know.

After the first session of lovemaking, they’d slept for a few hours, but when she felt his shaft, hard and thick against her backside, she’d sleepily turned over and wrapped her arms around him, and he’d gently made love to her again.

Afterward they’d spoken softly, sharing small stories of their lives growing up.

She’d confided the reason she’d gone into television. As the daughter of two award-winning parents who filmed documentaries about cultures around the world, she’d grown up with a love for film, although she hadn’t gone into the field her parents had.

She’d also told him that, although she’d traveled with her parents, she’d always felt as though she were the odd man out.

“Why was that?” he’d asked, his fingers feathering back and forth over her exposed arm, and she sighed, leaning back into his embrace.

“Hmm. I don’t know,” she said, and gave a feigned nonchalant shrug of one shoulder. “They always seemed as though they didn’t need anyone else but each other. I came late in their lives,” she began, and laughed. “‘Unexpectedly’ was Mom’s way of putting it. They were already in their forties by the time I came along, and they had decided
not
to have children.” She laughed without humor. “Imagine their surprise when I arrived.”

“I’m sure it was an unexpected but wanted surprise for them. I couldn’t imagine anyone
not
loving you,” he’d said, and her heart seemed to skip a beat at his wording.

She continued. “Well, I don’t know that I was always quite what they expected. They took me with them, but I never felt at home. You know what I mean?” she’d asked.

He hadn’t answered immediately and she thought he’d fallen asleep. When he spoke she startled, as she’d began to doze off.

“I do, in a way. Know what you mean about not being accepted. It’s no secret that my brother and I don’t exactly look like what you envision someone of Hawaiian heritage to look like,” he began, and Sonia held her breath. She’d never seen a picture of their mother, but had assumed they looked like her, as they looked nothing like their father.

“We got teased as kids. But we could handle it. We were always the tallest, the strongest, so if some ass thought we’d cower from being bullied, they
always
learned the hard way the error of their ways,” he said, and Sonia shuddered. Both Key and Nick were not only tall but held a natural muscularity, one she had no doubt left them bully-free as children.

“Nick and I have always known our family history is...murky. Even though Mom was half Hawaiian and half Anglo, the blue eyes we have didn’t come from her side of the family, as far as we know. And neither did they come from our father.”

“Is your father’s parentage mixed?” she asked hesitantly.

“No.” The answer was abrupt and she regretted asking the question. “No more so than anyone of Hawaiian descent.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” she said softly.

She heard his indrawn breath before he brought her closer to his body. “It’s okay. You didn’t pry. It’s an honest question. The answer isn’t easy. And...it’s something I’ve been dealing with lately.”

His big body tensed, and Sonia
felt
him hesitate, as though he wanted to say something more.

When he remained silent, she didn’t press.

The fact that he’d opened up to her showed her that maybe there was more to them than wild chemistry and sex so hot her panties grew wet just thinking about it. Just thinking about him.

She’d woken up to hear him in the shower and had decided to make her not-so-grand escape, leaving before he came out. She’d quickly gathered her things and hightailed it from his room, nearly running to her car in her haste not to be seen.

Despite self-avowals to the contrary, wherein she assured herself she was a grown woman and could make love with whomever she wanted...and spend the night, the thought of someone seeing her emerging from his room was one she wasn’t prepared to deal with.

But she knew she’d have to deal with it. They both would. They hadn’t exactly spoken about where they went from there.

Oh, well. She knew she’d have time enough to think of all of that today as she doubted she’d see him.

She twisted her body so that she could see herself more fully in the oval mirror attached to the back of her thin office door, even though her mind was far from what the mirror showed her.

“Your butt...and every part of you, looks perfect from my angle.”

Sonia nearly leaped a foot in the air as she spun around to find the source of the voice, nearly tripping on her own feet in the process. Her eyes widened to find Key standing in the doorway, his heated stare focused solely on her ass.

“Oh, God, did you hear me complaining?” she asked, groaning as she adjusted her T-shirt, subtly covering the waist of her jeans, as she’d lifted it away to examine her hind end.

“I did. And like I said, from my view, you have nothing to worry about,” he replied, and walked inside the room.

Sonia’s eyes widened as they took in him, her body tingling in immediate remembrance of last night and what he’d done to...and with her. Just like that, her panties dampened and she felt heat rush to her face.

Her gaze first went to his face, cataloging features that seemed to be indelibly imprinted on her brain. His expression was set, unreadable. She wondered if her leaving so early had upset him, or whether he had been grateful for the reprieve.

His jeans were old, naturally faded and molded his long legs to perfection, and the boots he wore were scuffed. The shirt was a plaid, frayed work shirt, the ends cuffed up past his elbows to reveal the fine sprinkling of dark hair on his arms.

The same dark hair that Sonia knew, from firsthand account, covered his stomach, abdomen and upper thighs.

Suddenly the room grew warmer, and she felt dizzy. The heat overwhelmed her and made her stumble the slightest bit. Feeling ridiculous that the very sight of him put her off balance, she tried to catch herself, her hands reaching out blindly to grab on to her desk.

Immediately he was there to catch her, and his big warm hands cupping her at the elbows caused a direct volt of electric heat to travel from the point of contact throughout her body.

“Hey, be careful,” he admonished, his deep voice low, sexy, washing over her like warm rain.

She glanced up, her heart thudding. “Thank you,” she mumbled before she coughed, clearing her throat. “I’ve been all thumbs today. Guess I’m off a bit,” she finished, and could have bitten her tongue out.

Why couldn’t she be the calm, cool and collected one, as he was? she wondered. She swallowed and licked lips gone completely dry. Putting as much distance between them as she could, she walked to the far corner of the room.

With shaky hands she grabbed a cup and glanced over her shoulder.

“Can I get you some coffee?” she asked, raising the mug.

When he shook his head, saying nothing else, his enigmatic stare piercing, she nervously turned away. Busying herself with the coffee, she turned only to find him within a foot of her. She allowed him to take the hot cup of coffee from her. In the state she was in, she would only burn herself through clumsiness.

Her tongue licked the lower rim of her mouth and his gaze seemed to focus on the telling gesture. He kept his eyes on her mouth for long moments before they sought her gaze.

“Why did you leave this morning without telling me?” he asked, his voice low, his light blue eyes direct.

“I—I didn’t think it would matter. Keanu, I thought you wouldn’t care—”

“Well, I did. And I do,” he interrupted, and she swallowed down the lump lodged in the center of her throat, thrown off guard by his ready admission.

He bent low, his warm, minty breath fanning over the side of her ear. “And didn’t I tell you my family...and friends call me Key?” he asked, and lightly kissed the side of her throat. Her low, drawn-out hiss of pleasure accompanied his question.

Before giving her time to answer, she felt the sting of his teeth as they latched on to the small lobe of her ear. Surprised, she arched her back, her body sinking closer to his, her eyes closed as the little pain caused a flood of moisture to pool in her panties.

She swallowed deep. “Uh, yeah...you might have mentioned that once before,” she finally replied, holding her breath, waiting to see what he would say...do to her next.

He played it cool, really cool. But after last night, she knew he was anything but. When he brought her close, his hands going to her bottom to pull her closer, she felt the hard edge of his erection.

She closed her eyes, a slight smile on her face.

* * *

Within two feet of the woman and he was groping her like a teenager getting his first taste of ass.

Despite his decision to cool it down with her, to let her know that although they’d made love last night he was in no position to offer her anything but what they’d already shared, he found himself hunting her out today, needing to see her.

Needing to touch her.

To say he’d been surprised that he’d been her first had been putting it mildly. Even now the memory of how tight she was, how sweetly she’d clenched and hugged his shaft, brought a painful ache to his groin.

When he’d walked inside her office and seen her checking herself out, he’d been torn between humor and erotic thoughts of what he’d like to do to that sweet butt of hers. She had what his brother once called nice ATW—ass-to-waist ratio. Her small nipped-in waist had been perfect for his hands last night as he’d stroked inside of her.

He held back a groan as he nibbled on the lobe of her ear.

He placed his hands around her waist, and drew her nearer to the part of him that ached the most to feel her. When her soft bottom nestled his erection, he groaned again, tightly.

Damn if he wanted to figure all of that out right now. Right now, he just wanted to feel her. Taste her...

He lifted her by the waist and set her on the desk, laughing low at her “oomph” of surprise.

“Keanu—Key,” she began, huskily correcting herself, “wha-what are you doing?” she asked, her voice a sexy, breathless sound, one he knew he was the cause of.

His intention had not been to seduce her when he decided to come to her trailer, but instead to back off. After last night he didn’t want things to go any further until he was sure her reasons for making love hadn’t been for the show.

The thought of her betraying him and his family was something that plagued him as he was still unsure of her loyalties.

But now, thoughts of betrayal imagined or otherwise, were far from his mind.

He inhaled her unique scent deeply and murmured, “At least I know you want me for more than money.”

She laughed, lightly punching him in the chest. “Yeah, speaking of that, I got ahold of the legal department and they’re drawing up a new contract for next year,” she said, breaking away from his hold and walking over to her desk.

His eyes narrowed as he followed her, his jaw tightening with anger.

“This is just the first draft, and please feel free to take it to your family, have them look it over and—” He grabbed her arm and squeezed lightly, halting her words in their tracks.

“That wasn’t what last night was all about, was it?” he asked, his eyes carefully studying hers for a reaction, hoping to see, or not—he was still torn about that—a culpability of guilt in their chocolate-brown depths.

She slowly pulled her arm away, a scowl pulling her brows together. “What are you talking about?” she asked slowly.

“Don’t act shy. I’m sure you’re not new to this...there was no need, anyway. I would have made love to you, with or without the contract,” he said, not certain himself why he said the words, some impulse to get her to admit to something.

When he saw her face tighten, her jaw clench in reaction, he regretted the crass question immediately.

Damn.