Sandy Sullivan (12 page)

"I
don't like to talk about myself."

"It's
true, you know. The women around here led pretty boring lives. If bringing
their cats, dogs and every other pet imaginable into your clinic brought them a
little closer to you, then they will."

"What
about you?"

"Me?
I don't have a pet."

"Do
you want to be near me?" he asked, grasping her fingers.

"Well,
I…"

"I'd
like to be closer to you. Out of everyone I've seen walk through my clinic
lately, you're the only women within a hundred miles of Red Rock who I'm
attracted to."

She
swallowed hard and exhaled. "I'm attracted to you, Marcus…a lot, but you
know I won't be here beyond a month."

"I
know, but what says we can't spend some quality time together while you're
here?"

"Nothing,
I guess. I just wanted to make sure you knew where things stood."

"I'm
aware, but I still want you."

As
the waitress dropped the check at their table, she removed her hand from his and
sipped at her drink. The tequila went straight to her head, making her brain a
bit fuzzy. At least she hoped it was the tequila and not Marcus, but she wasn't
sure anymore. He made her hot with nothing more than a look.

"How
would you like to go back to my house to watch a movie?"

Watch a movie when I
want to do nothing more than jump
him? I need to feel those arms around me, those hands on me and those lips
doing wicked, wicked things to me.
"Sure. Sounds like
a good idea."

He
laid his plastic on the table as they waited for the waitress to return to get
their check. The sun had already set, leaving them bathed in the muted lights
of the restaurant’s veranda.

"Would
you rather go dancing? I'd love to hold you in my arms again."

"I
think the movie is a better plan tonight. We can always do the dancing thing
another time."

He
grinned like a boy who'd just been given his favorite toy for his birthday.
"I'd love to take you out again."

"Me
too."

Once
the waitress returned, he helped her to her feet, kissed the palm of her hand and
tucked it into the crook of his elbow. "You're beautiful."

"Thank
you, but you don't need to say that, Marcus. I still plan on sleeping with
you."

The
shocked look on his face was priceless.

"What?"

"I
really didn't expect you to say something like that."

"After
my last disastrous relationship, I've decided to go for what I want." She
reached up and pulled his mouth down to hers. "I want you," she
whispered against his lips as her gaze met his. The moment their mouths fused,
she lost the battle to keep herself from falling under the man’s spell. Every
woman in town wanted him. She knew why, but it didn't help her keep her sanity
around him. He would be deadly to her heart if she let him get too close. Right
now though, every cell in her body screamed for his touch.

"Let's
go," he murmured, lifting his head.

Within
moments, she stood in front of Marcus' house, amazed at the architectural of
the home. It wasn't a ranch house like most of the others in the area, but
something more like a Mexican abode with sandstone walls and native Montana
plants. The big front door had to be made from oak and the surrounding pastures
supported buffalo grass swaying in the breeze. Several cattle mooed in the
distance.

"You
have cattle?"

"Sure.
I've always wanted a ranch although it's not very big. I only have a few head.
Less than a hundred."

"It's
still impressive, Marcus." They walked inside the moment he opened the
front doors. Wide windows filled the front of the house, reflecting the moon
outside onto the shiny black tile floor of the hall. A gourmet kitchen graced
the space to her left and a large open living room took up everything to her
right. More huge windows opened to a back deck. She glided to the sliding glass
door as if her feet carried her without conscious thought. She opened the door and
stepped out onto the patio. Her breath caught in her throat at the view. The
mountains glowed in the distance with the moonlight shining over the peaks
igniting the tip top like diamonds on the water. A small fountain trickled
water in the corner, splashing lightly into the pool beneath. She couldn't help
but step closer. Carp swam in the water like colorful flowers blowing in a
summer breeze. "It's beautiful out here."

"I'm
glad you like it. I don't usually bring women home with me, but I still like to
have a pretty setting for barbeques and whatnot."

"I'm
sure people you've entertained have been impressed. Your view is breathtaking.
How did you manage to snag such a magnificent home?"

"I
didn't. I had the house built," he replied, sliding his hands around her
waist and drawing her back against his chest.

"Seriously?"

"Yes.
I knew what I wanted. I helped design the plans. I planned on making Red Rock
my home, the moment I stepped foot in this town. The views are
beautiful,
the people are warm and welcoming. Who could ask
for more?"

She
relaxed as Marcus' hands came around to rest on her stomach. His warm breath
tickled the hair near her ear. She tilted her head slightly to give him access
to the sensitive spot if he so chose.

A
moment later, she closed her eyes and sighed when his lips slid down the column
of her neck, stopping to nip at the curve of her shoulder.

"You
have no idea how much I want you."

"I
think I do otherwise you've got one hell of something hard in your
pocket."

He
spun her around and slid his hands into her hair. "You have no idea what
you're doing to me."

"Yes,
I do. Kiss me."

"With
pleasure," he said, right before his mouth crushed hers in a desperate,
lip-locking kiss.

Desire
pooled low in her belly as his hands worked their way from her neck, down her
arms and around her waist again to draw her closer still. Her breasts were
already crushed against his chest. Her nipples pulled into hard nubs, begging
for the touch of his hand or his mouth. A moment later, his palm skimmed over
the peak. She moaned into his mouth. Their tongues danced from his mouth to
hers. She wanted this man with something so deep she couldn't comprehend how
far he touched her soul.

"Please,
Marcus," she whispered as their mouths separated. "I need you."

"Come."
He grasped her hand to lead her back into the house. The hall to the left of
the living room yawned in front of her with its dark corridor and impressive
paneling. "My bedroom is this way." He led her up the stairs and down
a thick, padded hallway to a large door. His room reminded her of him—darkly
masculine with its massive furniture.

She
nervously wiped her now sweaty palms on the front of her dress as he shut and
locked the door.

"Nervous?"

"A
bit."

"Why?"

"Because
I've wanted this since I met you at the ball and I can't believe I'm
here."

"You
have no idea, Elizabeth," he said, cupping her face as he took her mouth
again. The tip of his tongue slipped along the seam of her lips before he took
what he wanted by diving into her mouth. She wanted this, needed this with
something deep inside. To have her control taken away seemed like a dream. Not
worrying about what she needed to do to please him raced across her mind and
she wondered if he could be the man she needed.

The
moment his mouth released her, he said, "Strip. I want you naked."

With
shaking hands, she slipped the spaghetti straps of her dress down her arms, letting
the silky material pool at her feet. Black lacy bra and panties seemed almost
too much as she stood in front of him waiting for some sign of what he thought.
Did he think her pretty? She wasn't necessarily fat, but she had curves.
Maybe too many curves.
Her butt always seemed a little big and
her boobs seemed too small.

He
stepped in front of her, cupping her face in his hands.
"Stop!"

She
dropped her gaze to the middle of his chest and laced her hands in front of her
stomach, like she tried to hold herself together.

"You're
a very beautiful woman, Elizabeth. I like curves. Most women are too thin. You
aren't. Everything about you is gorgeous. I want you so
bad,
I ache with need for you."

She
trembled, raising her eyes to see the truth of his words in his gaze. Blue eyes
sparkled with appreciation and warmth. He wasn't lying to her. He really did
think she was beautiful.

"On
your knees.
I want you to suck my cock."

Damn! Where did the nice,
non-demanding Marcus go?

Her
pussy throbbed as she immediately dropped to her knees and began to work the
belt buckle at this waist. His impressive length strained the front of his
pants, tenting the material until she freed him.

"Easy,
honey. Go slow. We have all night," he coaxed when she finally freed and
licked him like an ice cream cone.

Around
the head she licked, earning a soft groan from him. Goose bumps flittered
across his legs. She palmed his heavy balls, squeezing lightly. He tasted a
little salty, but good…so good. The large vein running up the back caught her
attention. She tongued the pulse, following along as if it was a lifeline. The
purple tip of his dick strained toward her.

"Suck
me."

She
took the head into her mouth and slowly slid him along her tongue until he
reached the back of her throat. Her eyes watered when she gagged slightly.

"Breathe
through your nose. Relax your throat. You can take me."

Dropping
her head back, she opened her jaws wider and let him in. A quick swallow earned
her a hiss from his mouth as his fingers tightened in her hair. His smell
surrounded her. Everything about him brought her senses on high alert. His
voice sent chills down her arms. His whispers play havoc with her mind. His
body made her want
him more than anything on the earth.

"Enough.
I want inside you when I come." He laid her across the quilt on his bed
before quickly kicking off his shoes, then shedding his pants.

Two
fingers popped the catch on the front of her bra, releasing the globes of her
breasts to his hot gaze. The rough pad of his tongue circled her left nipple,
before leaving her shivering as he moved to the other breast. The moment his
hand dipped between her legs, she released a soft moan.

She
cracked her eyelids open to see him kissing down her chest, across her abdomen and
then settling between her spread thighs. Her pussy clenched wanting something
to fill the depths.

"I
can smell you." He took one finger, skimming down her pussy even though
her underwear hid her skin from his touch.
"So
sweet."

A
quick squeak revealed her sensitivity to his touch as he wet her underwear with
his tongue just over her clit. The need to feel his mouth overwhelmed her. Her
pussy wept with cream for the flick of his tongue. She quivered as she begged,
"Please, Marcus."

"I
like when you beg."

"
Plleeeease
…"

"Hmm."

His
finger slipped along the lacy edge of her underwear between her pussy and her
thigh, making her shiver with need. He hooked the edges of her panties, moving them
so he could slide them down her thighs. Her whole body shook with desire when
he settled between her legs. Ari never ate her out. She almost didn't believe
Marcus was about to until the tip of his tongue touched her clit.

"Oh
God."

"You
like your pussy eaten."

"Oh
yes. Please, touch me."

"My
pleasure, sweetheart."
His tongue delved
between her pussy lips, making her sigh.

He's eating me out. He's really
eating me out.

The
quick figure eights on her clit brought her straight up to
oh my God
screaming need within moments as he gripped her ass
cheeks in his hands and held her to his mouth. The scratch of his beard against
her sensitive flesh only made her whole pussy more sensitive to the touch of
his tongue. She needed this…wanted this with everything inside her. The want to
have a man believe she had it in her to be sexy and alluring, drove her to this
point in her life. No one before Marcus had made her feel like she might
actually be woman enough for him until now. Desire spiked hard as she trembled
with the need to come. Just a little more, a few more swipes right there and
she'd…

Her
whole body tensed as heat flooded from her toes through her abdomen and settled
between her legs right at the spot Marcus' tongue played.