Catch Me A Cowboy (23 page)

He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. ‘I noticed all right. From the first moment I laid eyes on you.' He lowered his head to the side of her neck and kissed her sensitive skin. She arched, baring herself to him more. His mouth brushed over her ear as he whispered, ‘I want you so bad. I hate that we have to meet out here like clandestine teenagers. I need you in my bed, where I can touch you.'

A well of tingly sensation stirred in her belly and ebbed down to her sex, a pleasurable throbbing need. ‘Please don't say that or leaving here tonight will be so much harder.'

His lips pressed to hers, his tongue pushed between them until it stroked hers and she couldn't stop the whimper that sounded in her throat. Strong hands crept up her waist, her ribs and over her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples as they hardened to stone peaks. Sensation surged through her, ignited her further, made her so hot.

‘I want to make you come hard,' he growled between kisses.

She arched back, her breaths heavy, and stared at him. ‘What?'

‘No woman should go two years without an orgasm.'

She shook her head slowly. ‘No, she … I shouldn't.'

He leant in closer, his lips and breath at her ear. ‘I could make you come right now without even taking our clothes off.' A thumb found her nipple again, circling over the sensitive surface.

She swallowed hard, the throbbing between her thighs intensifying with his words. It was the way he was saying the word “come”, a deep growl, with so much confidence and promise behind it.

Her missing O roared inside her, demanding she let him try. He pushed her backwards with his enormous frame until she butted gently against the trunk of the tree. He towered over her, enveloped her completely; it was never more obvious, the disparity in their sizes, than now. This is what she had needed. As a tall woman, most men she'd dated or had relationships with, were not that much bigger than her. But Wil towered over her and his broad frame made him seem even bigger.

He kissed her, hard and earnest. Commanding. He was taking charge and she was willing to let him. For a woman, who controlled all aspects of her life to the very last detail, this relinquishing didn't come easily. But, in this moment, instinct, biology, let her know it was something she
could
do. Her missing O let her know it was something she
should
do.

His knee pushed between her thighs, widening them. She let him, helped him by stepping her legs apart. The pressure of his thigh pushing against her sex was unbelievably pleasurable and she instinctively rolled against him allowing the material at the apex of her jeans to skim against her clit.

His thigh fell away to be replaced by his clothed erection, straining against his jeans, pushing between her legs. To feel him there, so big, hard and present, made her hot, light-headed. Her sex throbbed as he rolled his hips and the taught material of her jeans slipped against her clit—a sensual friction. All the while his tongue stroked her own, his lips pressed and played with hers, his hands roamed over her flesh.

He tweaked her sensitive nipples, his other hand reached under her jacket, skin on skin, to caress her waist and back. Rocking again, pushing his hard shaft between her thighs, she groaned from the blissful pang that pulsed in her clit, expanding up to her belly, and to the peaks of her breasts.

A growl in her ear, ‘I want to place my mouth on that hot flesh between your legs and taste you on my tongue.'

Her breath hitched in her throat to hear him speak that way. This gentleman was a totally different man under these conditions. ‘Then after you come against my lips, I want to thrust into you. Over and over …' he finished with a ragged breath in and another thrust between her legs. Feeling him there, hearing his erotic words, had her aching with need. She bucked to meet his next thrust, positioning just right so her clit pinged with the contact of her jeans and his erection.

God, she wanted him to touch her so bad it hurt. Her entire body was thrumming with arousal, each intimate zone sensitive and throbbing.

‘Do you want me to make you come, Em?' he asked in a deep, grainy voice. His breaths were hard.

‘Please,' she hissed against his mouth as he kissed her again. Hard and warm.

‘It makes me so fucking hard to imagine you coming against me.' He thrust again and she rocked to meet him. Again, faster, each push between her thighs filling her with enough sensation to undo her right here. ‘Oh, fuck,' he growled. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger, piercing her deep. The sensation increased the heat between her thighs and she knew she was so wet for him, so ready. All he'd have to do is reach down her pants and she'd explode with one touch of her clit.

Wil rolled his hips, again and again, until Emily was panting. Her head lolled back, eyes closed. All this beautiful friction left her mindless.

‘How hot and wet for me are you?' He groaned as his teeth nipped the arch of her neck. ‘How slick on my fingers would you be?'

And still he continued to push between her thighs, rubbing her clit in the most delicious way. The first signs of an orgasm transpired—a throbbing current of warmth in her sex, a surging of pleasure. Her breaths grew short and loud. Was she seriously going to come from this alone?

‘I want to taste you as you come, on my fingers, in my mouth.'

Each flicker over her hyper-aware nipples brought her closer to the stars. He was taking her there, fully dressed, with his delicious thrusting and she was letting him. At this stage, she had no choice. Too far gone. At the mercy of his words, his body, her own pleasure. She was hot and achy and ready to explode.

‘One day, Emily, I'm going to spread these exquisite thighs of yours as wide as they can go and I'm going to push my shaft so far inside you.'

His deep, gravelly voice at her ear, the dirty talk, was all it took. She mindlessly bucked against him and he met her speed as wave after wave of heat and pleasure violently shook her. She broke away from his kiss, arched her head back, eyes closed and moaned. The intensity of sensation surging through her had her uncaring if the entire world heard her.

She met Wil's wanting gaze.
Oh my fucking God, he actually made me orgasm.
Breaths still heavy and head light, she swallowed hard. So he was a dirty talking cowboy. And turned out, she was well into that. She smiled. Heat rose in her cheeks. She never knew that was her thing, but hell it was so damn hot. She was buoyant as she rested back against the trunk of the tree, scared to put all her weight on her legs. Not after an orgasm like that. She may fall.

The first orgasm she had experienced in two years, and she wasn't sure if it was because it had been so long since her last that made this one feel like it was the most intense, heart-stopping orgasm she had ever experienced, or it was what this cowboy could do to her.

‘You sure put everything into accomplishing
challenges
.'

He chuckled softly. ‘Some.'

He stroked a strand of hair behind her ear, then rested his palm against her cheek. ‘You look so damn beautiful when you come. I want to see that again, but where I can really take the time to explore your body.'

This man was like no one else in the world. Each comment, gesture, and look was unexpected, but exactly what she needed, yet never realised she had.

Wil kissed her so softly her bones dissolved under the sensuality of it. His kiss alone had her craving more of him.

They explored each other for a long stretch of time, but Emily eventually pulled away, though it pained her to do so. She couldn't stand out here all night. Not if the girls back at the cottage had heard her leave. How much she wanted to go back to his house and spend the night in his bed. She had a hint of that body beneath his shirt and she wanted more … all of it, every which way she could. But, some things were out of reach. At least, while the show was being filmed.

Afterwards?

She wasn't going to think about afterwards yet.

‘I better get back in case someone notices I'm missing and they call out a search party.'

He nodded.

She lifted onto her tiptoes and kissed him once on the lips. ‘Thank you, Wil Parker. You broke the drought.'

Wil laughed. ‘To make sure you're out of danger, we should make it rain more often.'

They said their long goodbyes and Emily walked back to the cottage across the sopping grass. She wiped her boots at the back door, then snuck in through the door.

‘There you are,' came Becky's voice. ‘We were looking for you.'

Emily, still flushed and foggy from her amazing orgasm, took a moment to think of a lie. She pointed outside. ‘Um, I was just …' She lowered her gaze and shrugged. ‘Busted. I was sneaking a phone call.'

Becky laughed. ‘Don't worry, I think every one of us does it. We're having a few drinks in the living room if you want to join us.'

Emily nodded. ‘Sure. Why not.'

Chapter 31

Wil tried not to think about Emily coming, particularly the beautiful expression on her face as she did. It didn't feel right to be remembering that moment when he was supposed to be entertaining another lady.

Today was the last of the day-long dates. He had driven Becky to a rainforest nearby. They hiked to a river where he had kayaks waiting for them to explore the cave systems. On the long hike back, he couldn't stop his mind focusing on Emily. It had been the same thing all week. That night under the tree replayed over and over again in his mind. Especially as he attempted to sleep, his shaft would become so hard, he thought he'd burst if he didn't relieve it.

A picnic was waiting for Wil and Becky at scenic rock pools, which was a popular spot in summer. Much too cold to swim in at this time of the year, but they were stunning to look at.

Wil sat with Becky on a blanket, which was laid out beside the pools. They enjoyed a spread of high-tea type foods—little sandwiches, cakes and the like. Wil had enjoyed the day with Becky. He felt comfortable in her company. She was intelligent, funny and had fantastic stories about her travels through Eastern countries. But it was Emily who kept his mind occupied.

‘Do you see a future with me, Wil?' Becky asked, smoothing a hand down her long, red hair.

Wil had been coached on how to answer this question. He had a set direction he needed the conversation between them to go, so it appeared to Becky she was in contention to win. Perhaps, if Wil hadn't met Emily, Becky would be someone he could see himself with. She was gorgeous. And seemed keen to start a life in the country. But there wasn't that indescribable chemistry between them like he shared with Emily.

‘Becky, I think you're beautiful and smart and you make me laugh.' He wasn't lying. This was truth and it fell naturally from his lips. ‘A future between us is a possibility.' That last part was what felt dissonant. He hated to be disingenuous. It went against everything he stood for. And when Becky looked up at him with the most beautiful smile that showed her joy at his answer, he felt like the biggest arse.

‘Do you see a future with me?' That was one of the questions he was directed to ask.

Becky nodded. ‘Yes. I'm falling for you.'

Wil forced a smile, tried not to groan. This show was going to end with an explosion. He could feel the storm brewing. Becky shuffled closer and laid her head on Wil's shoulder. He loosely hung an arm around her back.

‘Thank you so much for the most wonderful day. Each day I spend with you, the more I'm convinced that you're right for me,' she said, lifting her head to look at Wil.

‘I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.'

She gazed at him for a long moment, then whispered, ‘Can I kiss you?'

He parted his lips to say no, then hesitated, sealing his mouth, because he was told he wasn't allowed to directly decline. But he couldn't kiss her. No way could he do that to Emily. It was bad enough that he had his arm around Becky. He needed an excuse. A good excuse. But how to say no diplomatically, in a way that still pleased the directors and Becky?

Wil parted his lips again to say something, anything, but Becky quickly pressed her lips to his, catching him off guard.

If they try and kiss you, perhaps you could kiss them back.

Do what you think is right. I trust you.

He squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself from jerking backwards. Becky eased back, but her lips touched his again. She went to open her mouth, but he moved away, not too fast. He didn't want to make it obvious. His heart was racing.

Becky smiled up at him, then laid her head on his shoulder again. Wil looked away, knowing this was just the start of hell moving in.

This morning was another elimination, followed by a group date with the remaining contestants. After yesterday's date, when Becky had kissed Wil and confessed her feelings, he had transformed into the insincere villain playing every one of the girls. He knew that's what the game demanded, a cat among the pigeons, but to play that role was more difficult than he could have ever imagined. Now, after sweet talking the girls for the last few weeks, he had to tell one of them they were going home. That everything he had said about seeing a future with them was complete bullshit.

As they stood in the barn, with the girls lined up, he could barely look Emily in the eyes. She told him he had to do what he was obliged to do. But was what happened with Becky overstepping the boundaries? Surely she'd understand that he
had
to. But did he really? Was it an obligation to let the other contestants kiss him? Could he have turned his head? He didn't know. He didn't know how far the studio was willing to enforce that contract he'd signed—where he promised to play within the spirit of the game.

Anyway, it was too late now. The kiss happened.

The elimination went by in a blur. And before he could think clearly again, Felicity was crying as he said goodbye to her. Actually crying. He frowned as he took in her tears. He didn't believe they had built any kind of connection that would demand tears. But, at this end of the game, emotions were amplified. He knew that for himself, as though this game was a fast tracked, stripped down microcosm of what went on in real life.