Roping Your Heart (9 page)

She breathed in his clean, masculine scent and reveled in his taste and the feel of his hands on her. She moved her hands up his chest, feeling the soft cotton of his T-shirt beneath her palms, and then she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts against him.

When he broke the kiss, he moved his lips along her jawline to her throat. His stubble felt rough against her skin but something about the sandpapery feel of it made her even more excited.

“I’m not going to be able to help myself with you.” He groaned as he pulled her short skirt above her ass and felt the silky panties underneath. The heat of his palms burned through the thin material to her skin and it almost felt like she was wearing nothing at all. “Hell, you’d better tell me now if you want to stop.”

“Don’t stop.” She moaned, as he trailed his lips and tongue from the hollow of her throat to the V in her blouse.

He whirled her so that she was backed up against the desk and she had to brace her hands on the stacks of papers to either side of her in order to balance herself. She arched her back as he moved his hands to the buttons on her blouse. His big fingers fumbled with the buttons and he gave a low growl and grasped the material.

Buttons flew and she gasped as he tore the blouse open. She heard the ping of buttons but was barely conscious of them as he pushed her blouse over her shoulders and down her arms before she shook it the rest of the way off. Tearing her blouse off was something he’d never done before and the wildness of it made her squirm with desire.

He unfastened the front clasp of her bra, releasing her breasts, and she helped him take the bra the rest of the way off.

“I’ve never forgotten how beautiful your breasts are.” He cupped them as he met her gaze. “I’ve dreamed of them.” He lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Tears of pleasure and pain.

“I’ve dreamed of you, too,” she whispered.

He grasped her ass, lifted her, and set her on the papers and files spread out on the desk’s surface. She continued to brace herself with her palms on the papers as he moved between her legs, the rough material of his jeans rubbing against the insides of her thighs. He tugged off his T-shirt and tossed it aside. He was so big and powerful, the veins standing out on his biceps, as he seemed to fight for control.

He put his hands on the desk to either side of her thighs and stared intently into her eyes. “I’m going to fuck you, KitCat. I’m going to see what it feels like being inside you again.”

Moisture dampened her between her thighs at the rough, erotic way he was talking to her. It sent thrills through her and she nodded. “Yes.”

He grasped the sides of her black panties and tugged them down. She raised her hips a little and he jerked the material all the way off. Then, he unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it off as well. She was naked, wide open, and exposed now, ready for him. She expected him to unbutton his jeans, which had a thick bulge behind the tough cotton and then drive into her.

But he lowered himself so that he was kneeling between her thighs. He slid his palms beneath her ass and buried his face against her folds.

Her eyes went wide and she cried out as he licked and sucked her clit. He slid a finger into her core and moved it in and out as he went down on her.

Colors and sensations swirled in her mind as she watched him, his head between her thighs and his eyes meeting hers. He flicked his tongue over the hard nub and she could barely keep her eyes open so that she could watch him.

Her climax came closer and closer and she knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold back. It rose inside her and her thighs started to tremble.

The orgasm burst inside her and she jerked and cried out as her body throbbed and shook from the power of her climax.

He was kicking off his boots and unfastening his jeans as she came down from the pinnacle she’d just climbed. She watched him, dazed, as his big, thick cock was released from his clothing and then he was as naked as she was.

He grasped her by the waist, flipped her over so that her belly and breasts were on the desk with papers and files beneath her, and then his cock was pressed against her ass. “You know how I like it from behind.”

“Yes.” The word hissed from her.

She heard the sound of foil tearing and knew he must have had a condom in his wallet. A moment later he spread her open then placed the head of his cock against her core. He grasped her hips and slammed himself inside her.

She nearly screamed from the exquisite pleasure and pain of the suddenness of him stretching her and filling her. It had been so long since she’d had sex, and no one could ever have compared to Blake.

“Damn, you’re tight.” He began taking her, hard and fast. Papers that had been stacked so neatly began flying off the desk, folders sliding off and thumping onto the floor.

He took her like a wild man, growling deep in his throat. Just when she was about to climax again, he pulled out, causing her to whimper.

And then he was flipping her onto her back, more papers flying onto the floor. Her back was slick with sweat and she could feel papers sticking to her skin.

“I want to see your eyes as you watch me take you.” He hooked her thighs around his and drove into her again.

It was so difficult to keep her eyes open as she was carried away by the sensations. He grasped her breasts and pinched her nipples as he drove in and out, pinching them so hard it made her eyes widen in surprise.

Sweat rolled down the side of his face and his expression was almost pained, his eyes dark with passion. His jaw tensed and she knew he was close to coming. She recognized that look from all those years ago.

Her second orgasm came out of nowhere. She cried out and then he was shouting as he came inside her. She felt the throb of his cock in time with the pulsing in her core.

And then he was bracing his hands to either side of her, looking down at her as his groin pressed tight against hers, his cock still inside her.

He gave her a gentle kiss then smiled at her. “It’s damned good to have you back, KitCat, and although it was great, I’m not talking about the sex.”

She smiled up at him. “That was some welcome home.”

“Just wait ’til we have seconds,” he said and kissed her again.

Chapter 8

Cat shifted on Blake’s bed, snuggling closer to him, his bare skin warm against hers. He held her with one arm while he lay on his back, her head resting on his shoulder. He slowly stroked her arm with his fingertips. His scent filled her and she felt content for the first time in a long time.

She smiled, loving the moment yet knowing it couldn’t last forever. Her stomach growled and he gave a soft chuckle.

“Let’s get something to eat.” He ran his finger along her nose to the tip. “All this great sex has helped work up an appetite. And then I have my evening chores to take care of.”

She nodded and her hair slid like silk across his chest. “Sounds good to me.”

They both slid out of bed. He gave her one of his T-shirts to wear, clearly remembering that she’d always loved to wear his T-shirts when they’d dated. She slipped into it and realized it fit her even looser than his shirts had when he was a young man.

“You look so damned cute.” He kissed her then slid on a pair of boxer briefs and a nice snug pair of Wrangler jeans.

“And you look so damned hot,” she said, admiring his bare chest and the way the jeans hung low on his hips.

He put his arm around her shoulders and she slipped her hand around his waist as they walked to the kitchen. Through the huge windows she could see the sun was lowering, the western horizon deepening to yellows, oranges, and dark blue.

She glanced at the clock. “It’s nearly seven-thirty. No wonder I’m hungry.”

“What would you like for dinner?” He released her and went to the fridge. “For something quick, there’s a pan of leftover enchiladas along with guacamole, salsa, and chips.”

“Perfect.” She pushed her hair out of her face. “What do you want me to do?”

He grabbed the salsa and guacamole and handed them to her then took out the enchiladas. While heating the pan of them in the microwave, they set the table and got out a bag of chips along with the pitcher of iced tea and a couple of glasses. When the enchiladas were finished heating, they sat and he served generous helpings with a spatula.

She dug in and made a satisfied sound. “Fantastic.” She looked at him to see he was looking at her with an amused expression. “What?”

“It’s good to have you here, KitCat.” A smile curved his mouth.

She gave him a smile in return. “It’s good to be here.” She cut into another piece of enchilada.

“How’s your grandmother?” he asked.

“Not so good.” Cat felt concern ball in her chest. “That’s why I came back.”

He studied her. “Is there anything I can do?”

“I don’t think so.” Cat shook her head. “But I think she’s glad to have me back.”

“I am, too,” he said, his voice low and serious.

She sought to change the subject. “Your daughter is a special girl.”

He smiled. “She is.”

“So, you have full custody?” Cat asked.

“Since she was six.” His expression didn’t change, but Cat sensed tension in him. She wasn’t going to ask anything more, but he volunteered the information, his look becoming serious. “Sally, her mother, ran off with a man she met in rehab to God knows where. I filed for divorce and full custody and she didn’t contest it.”

“It’s hard to believe a mother could abandon her child like that,” Cat said quietly.

“I sure as hell couldn’t believe it.” He shook his head. “We married because she got pregnant and I wanted to do the right thing. It wasn’t easy, but at least Demi had both her parents.” His expression darkened. “Then Sally changed. It was like something inside her just snapped and she didn’t want to be a mother anymore, much less stay married to a man she didn’t love.”

Cat looked down at her plate, her thoughts turning over what he’d said. She looked at Blake again. “I can’t imagine what you and Demi must have gone through.”

“The worst part was explaining to Demi that her mother had left and I didn’t know if she was coming back.” His jaw tightened. “She did return a couple of years ago and I agreed to try to make it work so that Demi could have her mother. It didn’t last long and she was gone again.”

Blake had never been much of a talker, and Cat was surprised that he was sharing as much as he was.

“Sally has been moved from place to place with no stability,” Blake continued, and his eyes narrowed. “But not too long ago she contacted Demi and told her she has an apartment in Prescott and she wants Demi to stay with her.”

“Are you going to let her?” Cat asked.

He rubbed his hand over his head. “I sure as hell don’t want to. But damned if I know what’s the right thing to do.”

She nodded. “That’s a tough situation to be in.”

“Yeah, it is.” He shook his head. “Demi needs a woman’s influence in her life, but as far as I’m concerned, her mother isn’t the right influence. But I don’t know if I’m enough.”

Cat reached across the table and put her hand on his. “I’d say you’ve done an incredible job of raising your daughter. I’m sure you’re doing more than enough.”

He turned his hand over and held hers. “Did you have any serious relationships after Toby Jennings?”

She was suddenly aware of the scar again and it tingled. She had forgotten it the entire time she’d been with Blake. With him it didn’t seem to matter at all.

“One.” She took a deep breath and drew her hand away from his. “I married a man…”

“I didn’t realize you’d been married,” Blake said.

“Yes.” She bit her lower lip as familiar pain ripped through her. She met his gaze. “We had a daughter. We lost her when she was four.”

Blake’s face registered shock. “Oh, honey. Damn, I’m sorry.”

Cat wiped away a tear. It didn’t matter how many years had passed, her heart broke all over again whenever she talked about Melanie. “She would have been close to Demi’s age now.”

He took both of her hands and squeezed them. “I can’t imagine what you’ve gone through. Damn.” He shook his head. “If anything happened to Demi…”

Cat squeezed his hands in return. “Melanie was a blessing in my life. I thank God for the time we had together. She’s with me wherever I go. She’s my angel.”

He gave a slow nod, his expression showing so much compassion that it made her heart squeeze.

She took a deep breath and went back to what they’d been talking about. “I’ve dated but there’s never been a man I’ve truly fallen in love with. Not since—” She was going to say “not since you,” but she didn’t complete the thought.

He studied her and filled it in with, “Not since Toby or your ex.”

“To be honest, Toby and I were never that serious. He’d been an escape. A way out of Prescott. I thought that maybe we had something real, but I realized after he left that it wasn’t.” She waved her hand like waving Toby away. “As far as my ex, I would consider him a total mistake if it hadn’t been for my daughter.”