Untouched: 2 (Rough Boys) (5 page)

Then there was that small spinning feeling in his heart, as if the wheels were just about to get unstuck and it would speed off, out of control. He’d never known such a feeling. He liked it.

He met her gaze across the small space. Lifting a hand to her jaw, he cradled it, stunned anew by the delicateness of her frame. “I’m very sure.”

By the time the fields before his house came into view, he was aching. The last mile, she’d teased his fingers with her fluttery touch and even drawn his hand to her mouth, pressing a kiss to his palm.

Stunned and reeling from the gesture, he stepped on the gas in his eagerness to get her to his bed. The truck fishtailed. She gripped the armrest, stiffening in fear. He righted the vehicle and kept on, frustrated by the slow pace.

Her gasp drew his attention. “Look how beautiful the wetland looks in the moonlight.”

He drew to a stop along the road and together they stared at his favorite part of the farm where he’d grown up. His early years were laced with memories of his mother. She still lived happily in Oregon, having left Mason’s father when he was eight. She said she simply couldn’t live another minute with a man who loved the forests more than her.

Snow lay thickly on the thin stalks and leaves of the corn, a pale blue blanket over the land. As far as Mason could see was Dorsey land. His father had amassed so much property during his years that some joked the town should be called Dorseyville rather than Salzburg Springs.

Eva made a quiet noise and Mason pivoted to take her into his arms. Without thought, he kissed her. The simple touch stoked the fires of his need and he was instantly aching again. Out of his head with lust.

She ran her tongue over his lip, touching his teeth in a way that drove him wild. He plucked her out of her seat and drew her so she was half lying across his lap. He wrapped her close and bent to her throat, learning the curves and the hollow of her collarbones.

He drowned in vanilla perfume. She mewled when he sucked her delicious skin into his mouth. He lost himself in her flavor and feel for a long minute. When she started to squirm, he eased the sucking pressure of his kiss on her neck and licked the spot. He’d drawn her blood to the surface, without a doubt. Juvenile, maybe. Dumb, probably. An animalistic need to mark her had driven him to it.

She quivered in his hold. “Mason, I need you.” Her throaty statement rocked him. His hands convulsed on her waist, drawing her nearer. He fought the urge to attack her neck once more.

Gently he settled her back into the passenger seat. She blinked at him with wide, glistening eyes. Was that passion in the blurred depths? He had to get her home, light a fire in the grate in his bedroom and see for himself.

He moved the truck forward. The yellow porch light was a beacon in the night, spilling across the snow welcomingly. Had he ever enjoyed returning to this place as much as he did now?

Cutting the engine in the drive, he quickly helped her alight from the truck. Her tall heels sank into the snow and the drifts engulfed her bare feet.

“Christ, woman, where are your boots?” With a burst of joy, he whipped her off her feet and carried her up the couple of steps to the front door. In their small town, no one locked their doors and he shoved through into the warmth of the old house without the irritation of using a key.

The very timbers seemed to greet them, creaking their welcome. He kicked the door shut and set Eva on her feet.

She shivered and he glanced at her wet feet. “Slip off your shoes and I’ll get a towel.” Guided by the light of a lamp he always left on in the hallway, he went into the bathroom and grabbed a fresh towel off the shelf. He glimpsed himself in the mirror over the sink and stopped, struck by his appearance.

Who was this man? A manic light gleamed in his eyes and his face was flushed. He threaded his fingers through his hair, knocking a few snowflakes loose. Then he hurried back through the rooms to Eva.

She’d removed her coat and shoes and stood waiting for him with a smile. The sight brought him to a dead stop. God, had she ever been more beautiful? Shining with life?

He dropped to one knee and began to wipe the cold snow from her ankles and feet, to her protestation. The ripe scents of her arousal caught him unawares and he almost lunged between her thighs there and then.

Slow down, man. Give her wine.
While she sipped it, he might have to take two minutes in the bathroom to relieve his need. If he didn’t, he’d never last.

“Mason, please.”

He looked up at her and a fresh wave of desire slammed him. Gaining his feet, he tossed the towel aside and drew her into his arms. Kissing her now was familiar, but in no way ordinary. He never wanted to stop.

She dug her short nails into his spine and swayed toward him. He pulled her on tiptoe, sinking his tongue into her mouth again and again, quickly giving up control. In a few minutes, he’d be pulpwood in her hands.

He gripped her upper arms and spun her to the wall, crushing her between it and his body. Dipping his knees, he rocked his hips into hers, grinding his cock into the scorching warmth between her thighs.

Catching her moan in his mouth, he fed her one of his own. Need hummed in his core. In his mind, he was already making love to her in a dozen different ways—on the sofa, in the shower, on the hearth rug in his bedroom, on her desk in the Forestry office…

She bit his lower lip and he reared back, pulse racing at the carnality of the act. His lip stung and he ran his tongue over the sore spot, reveling in it. Was she a rough player? She didn’t seem to mind him being a little forceful with her, kissing her roughly and shoving her against the truck or wall. Would she let him mark her again? Her neck bore his red kiss, a dark stain against her pale throat. He wanted to plant one on her belly, her inner thigh.

He lifted her on his cock. Sweet heat sank through his jeans. Shit, he wasn’t going to hold out. He was going to come in his pants as if he were a fifteen-year-old boy.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he stared into her face, memorizing the expression in her very dark eyes. “Eva, you want this?”

“I can’t even contemplate walking away.” Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her eyes bleary with passion. She’d never buttoned her shirt up and it hung open, exposing her white lacy bra. Her creamy breasts spilled over the tops of the cups, ripe and ready for his touch.

He popped the rest of the buttons and stripped the cotton off her arms, abandoning the garment in a whisper. Her hair lay in mahogany waves over her pale shoulders. He wanted to twist it in his fist and sink into her.

She reached for him, her fingers light and quick on his buttons. A growl grew in his chest until he could barely contain it. He had to feel her warm hands on his flesh.

She stared at his chest for a long minute. A hard flush lit her face. “God, Mason. I don’t know if I can wait.”

Her admission was all the fuel he needed. He surged into action. Cupping her ass, he lifted her. Her skirt slid up her bare thighs and she wrapped her legs and arms around him. He carried her through the house, his tongue in her ear, then in the delicious spot beneath her jaw.

They bounced off a wall and he drew away laughing. The full globes of her buttocks fit his hands perfectly. He couldn’t wait to peel away her panties and learn every inch of her—inside and out. And fuck, could she kiss.

She tugged his hair insistently, trying to bring his mouth back to hers, but somehow he resisted. Kicking open his bedroom door, he entered with her. He wished he’d had the foresight to have emptied his hamper and made the bed. She’d think him a slovenly bachelor.

He cradled her head and lay her down gently, falling atop her and pinning her to the plush mattress. Without pause, he savored her mouth, slowing the kiss. Each lazy flip of her tongue sent him up the steep slope of need.

Leaning on his elbows, he broke the kiss to really look at her in the moonlight. He wanted to remember everything about her right now. From the disheveled state of her hair to the soft dip of her belly above her skirt, she was stunning.

A flush crept up her throat, exaggerating the mark he’d given her. Possessiveness shot through his soul. He twisted his mouth up at the corner.

“I can’t believe I’m here with you,” she whispered.

He nuzzled her throat, unable to get enough of the scent that had driven him crazy all this time. “Why? I’ve been dying to get you here for so long.”

She shook her head, tangling her fingers in the longer hair on his neck. “Crazy…”

Sliding a finger beneath the cup of her bra, he caressed the swell of her breast. A puff of air left her and she bowed her back, bringing her mound into his palm. “You’re driving me crazy, Mason.”

“Good. I intend to do so all night.”
And as long into the morning as I can.
Reaching beneath her, he located the clasp of her bra. It took him a couple of tries, but he popped it. The fabric loosened and he stripped it off her, throwing it aside.

He ground his teeth to keep from releasing a bellow of joy. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Her breasts were high and full, the tips cherry red. A tiny brown freckle dotted one side and it drew him like a bee to nectar.

Extending his tongue, he lapped it, holding her gaze. A shudder ran through her and into him. She tore his shirt off and let her hands rove over his chest, shoulders and back. When she reached his nipples, she swirled her fingers over them.

His cock jerked and he clamped down hard to keep himself from coming. He had to take her soon but first he wanted to watch her come apart.

He caught her nipple between his lips, pinching it lightly. She moaned and lashed his head to her, holding him prisoner as he licked her nub. It hardened on his tongue. His mouth watered for more. Sucking it gently, he stared up at her face, stunned by her beauty.

She squeezed her eyes shut in ecstasy, her lips open in an O. The soft pink interior of her mouth almost unmanned him. He released her nipple with a pop and moved to the other, drawing deeply on it. She pressed on his nape.

“More…”

He grazed it with his teeth and she bucked. Stealing a look at her face, he was shocked to see her wild expression. Her lips were pulled back over her teeth and her eyes were slits.

“Please, Mason!”

Before his control snapped, he had to taste her. And he wasn’t going to go another minute without pulling this skirt off her. He’d wanted to do it long ago and even more so now.

With deliberate slowness, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the tight skirt and drew it down her hips. She lifted her ass to help him remove it, her tongue moving maddeningly over her lower lip.

“Fuck, you’re more gorgeous than I ever imagined, Eva.” He stared at the swell of her belly, slightly rounded and feminine as hell. She wore a scrap of black lace that barely covered her mound. A few short curls escaped the fabric, enticing him more than a bare pussy.

He clamped his hands into fists and sat back on his heels to stare at her. The scents of her arousal flavored the air. His body reacted violently.

Careful, man. She won’t be able to handle your strong needs. At least not yet.

Sometimes he walked on the rough side of the vast forest of intimacy. Most women didn’t share his appetites and he often found them walking away after one night with him. He didn’t want that to happen with Eva. If he had to tame his lusts, he’d do so to keep her in his bed.

He swiftly removed her skirt and stretched out between her thighs. She quaked in his hold as he gripped the string of her thong in his teeth and drew it down her body. When he reached her knees, he finished removing it with his hand, tossing the tiny piece of lace across the room.

She sank her fingers into his hair. Her hips worked back and forth, almost as if she couldn’t control herself, waving her pussy in front of his nose.

“You smell delicious. Let me see how you taste.” With that, he opened his mouth over her sex in one big bite. He laid the flat of his tongue against her slick seam. Juices burst on his tongue and filled his head. His cock hardened painfully, the head leaking pre-cum.

“Ohhhh.” Her moan echoed, spurring him on. He nudged her thighs apart and her thick outer labia fell open to reveal the petals of her inner folds.

Sweet Jesus, how was he ever going to hold back? He drove his tongue into her pussy, gathering her flavors. Her heat scorched him and he burrowed his tongue deeper to get at her core. When he breached her entrance, she cried out, shaking from head to toe. Fuck, her state was as heightened as his.

He tasted her, curling his tongue against her spongy wall. When more cream flooded his tongue, he sucked it down. Then, moving up the seam of her pussy again, he located her straining pearl. Pressing the hood back with his tongue, he flicked the bundle of nerves.

She cried out, her nails marking his shoulders with crescents. The pleasure-pain nearly sent him careening over the edge. He clung to the cliff of control, determined to make her come on his tongue.

Running a hand up her inner thigh, he kneaded the crease between her mons and her thigh. She writhed but he hung on, continuing to bathe her sex with his tongue. Following the lines of her outer lips, he located her dripping opening. Easing a finger in, he applied pressure to her clit with his mouth.