Wild Lilly (21 page)

“No.” He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing one inch of hard flesh at a time until the shirt hung fully open, revealing the cut sections of his abs and the hard mass of his pectorals. She froze and stared at the solid wall of muscle that was his chest. His hard nipples, tight and tempting, begged to be licked.

She backed away and found herself trapped between the nightstand and the wall. He closed the distance between them with a long stride and placed his hands on either side of her. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in the world.

He slowly leaned toward her, the smell of beer and his masculine scent seducing her. Heat filled her core as her treacherous hands ran up his rib cage and over the top of his ridged stomach. His skin was so smooth, stretched over the hard muscle.

He watched her as she explored him, keeping his big arms flexed on either side of her. “You’re right, Lilly. You don’t like me.”

Before she could say anything else, he leaned in and whispered against her lips. “You love me.”

He captured her mouth, silencing any lies before they were born. Savagely he claimed her, his tongue seeking the warmth inside her mouth. With a groan, she opened to him. She cursed herself for her surrender, helpless to resist his seduction.

He moved his hands from the wall and opened the edges of her robe, revealing her breasts and rock hard nipples. “I’ve been waiting so long to see you like this.” He kissed his way down her neck. Love, warm and healing, rushed through her at his tender touch and she tried to remember why it was a bad thing.

“Don’t call me Lilly,” she managed to gasp out, knotting her hands in his hair.

He chuckled against her skin, and he took her breast in one hand. “So nice. Pink velvet,” he murmured gently against her nipple. She sagged against the wall as his mouth finally claimed her burning flesh. The sensation was amazing as he sucked on the pert tip, making the sensitive bud swell and harden between his teeth.

A low growl purred out from between his lips as he switched his attention to the other breast and circled the pink areola with his tongue. Big hands pressed her breasts together to lick from nipple to nipple. She ran her hands over his face, tracing over his lips where they connected with her flesh. He growled and tightened his grip. “Take off your robe, Miss Brooks.”

She shivered against his lips. A shoulder was revealed and she let the robe slide to her feet. He rewarded her with a hard bite on her nipple, moisture flooding the sweet heat between her legs. He stepped back, looking at her displayed against the wall. His eyes were dark with passion and his breath came out in short pants. Despite the savage need in his expression, his eyes softened and she saw her love reflected in them, strong and pure.

“You are the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen. Come here.”

Taking a deep breath, she tried to gain control of her raging hormones. If anyone found out he was alone with her in her hotel room, she could lose her position as a teacher. She lifted her chin and tried to push him away, only it seemed more like a caress than a shove. “I believe it’s time for you to leave, Mr. McGregor. I’m going to bed now and I could lose my job if anyone knew you were here. Please make sure the hallway is empty before you leave. Good night.”

Her stomach hardened into a knot at the thought of sending him away, and she blinked back tears. Really, this was for the best. If he stayed any longer, she wouldn’t be able to resist the pleasure and comfort of his embrace, his touch that she so desperately needed.

He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “No one saw me come up. I waited until the lobby was empty before finding out your room, and I made sure no one saw me come in. You’re the only one who knows I’m here. And I don’t give a damn about anyone’s opinion of me but yours. Please, let me stay and prove to you how sorry I am. I’m miserable without you.”

His words lifted her heart and she took a deep breath that seemed to fill her body all the way to her toes. She traced her nails down his stomach, delighting in how his muscles jumped beneath her touch. When she reached his belt, she hesitated, tracing her nail along the edge of his pants, feeling him tense against her and minutely shift his hips forward. She looked up at him with the most innocent expression she could manage.

“Lock the door on your way out.”

His stunned expression almost made her laugh, and she ducked out from under his arms and stretched, running her fingers through her damp hair and giving him a good view of her backside. The muttered oath he gave sent heat boiling through her blood. This was wrong. She shouldn’t be doing this. A proper lady would have kicked him out long ago. But right now, she didn’t care. All she cared about, all she wanted was the rough cowboy at her back. She sauntered over to the bed, rolling her hips and filled with delicious tension. It wasn’t a matter of if he would strike, but when.

Rough hands gripped her ribcage and she was tossed on the bed, eliciting a giggle. She started to flip over, but he pinned her to the mattress with his hands. “If you try to move, I’ll just tie you up.”

He sighed against her neck and pressed the warm skin of his chest against her back. “Your bottom is as sweet as a peach. I think I’ll have a taste.”

A hiss passed her lips as he slowly licked his way over her back. The slight stubble of his beard against her skin made goose bumps rise up her back. His strong hands continued to hold her unresisting arms to the bedspread, trailing past her shoulders as he reached the silken curves of her backside. She yelped as he rubbed his cheek over her curves, and purred as he licked the base of her spine. “Get on your hands and knees for me.”

She gave him a questioning peek over her shoulder. He raised his eyebrows and placed a long, wet lick along the cleft of her buttocks. Desire tightened her stomach and her eyes fluttered closed. He pulled her hips up with his hands, exposing her most intimate parts to his gaze.

He wet his finger and slowly slid the rough skin over her heat. “I’ve dreamed of you so many times. Slick and needy with that look of passion on your face. Open to me, waiting to be feasted on, wet and silky in the firelight. You’re so beautiful.”

She shuddered at the intimacy of his words, the trust it took to show herself to him. He rewarded her with his hand, lightly scissoring his fingers over her pearl. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. She threw her head back with a strangled groan, her hair caressing her back. He soothed her with a gentle stroke of his fingers, rubbing so gently it was torture.

“Please, Paul, oh God,” she whispered against the coverlet as his finger circled the entrance of her pussy. She arched her back, thrusting her bottom in the air in a silent display of need.

“Let me call you Lilly,” he rumbled from behind her, the very tip of his finger poised at her entrance.

She shut her lips tight. For some perverse reason, she didn’t want to give in. “No.”

“Really?” He chuckled and leaned down, licking his tongue against the very top of the juncture of her thighs, where the skin was the softest. She tried to shift her hips to find his lips, but he moved back and held her still with one hand. Gentle licks up the back of the other thigh, stopping before he got to her center. With a growl, she reached a hand back to grab him, but he pulled away with a tsk-ing sound. Need pounded through her and washed away her pride.

With a groan of frustration, she relented. “Fine, you can call me Lilly!” The sensitive tips of her rigid nipples scraped over the brocade as she shifted against his hand. Using the tip of his nail, he lightly drew back the hood of her bud and placed a feather-light lick over the exposed nub. Her arms gave out and she buried her face in the violet fabric with a groan as raw pleasure had her thrusting against his lips. He pulled back and ran a soothing hand down her hips as she squirmed.

“Thank you, Lilly. Now roll over.”

She turned and watched him slowly unbuckle his pants. She wanted him to feel as desperate as she did. Kneeling before him, she brushed the tips of her sensitive nipples over the little line of hair below his belly button. With small teeth, she placed a gentle bite on his ribs.

His movements slowed and she brushed his hands away. “I want to see you, please.”

Placing his hands behind his back, the solid muscles of his chest flexing, he said, “My pleasure.” One big hand reached forward and buried itself in her hair, gently running through her curls.

She took a moment to enjoy his hand in her hair before she tugged his pants over his hips. He was beautiful, hard and long. So different from the men in her Grand-mères’s paintings. She traced a nail over the length of him, curious as a kitten. She delighted in his groan, and followed with a stroke of her hand. His erection bobbed against her palm. The skin was silkier than anything she had ever felt.

Emboldened by his reaction to her delicate touch, she leaned closer, inspecting him. A little drop of moisture glistened on the tip, and she licked it off. It tasted salty and masculine. He thrust his hips forward, burying his hands in her damp hair again. “Lilly,” he growled out. She reached to caress the loose flesh below his cock and gently rolled the velvety skin around in her hand. With a wicked grin, she decided to return a favor.

She gave a long and slow lick over the tip of him. He was hot and firm against her mouth. Her hand wrapped around his base, unable to close fully around his girth. Gently, she moved her hand over him, feeling the veins beneath the skin and the throb in her fist. It was as intense as the throb in her body.

With a muttered oath, he tossed her back on the bed and pushed his pants the rest of the way down, and off. Thighs thick with muscles flexed as he crawled across the bed toward her in a predatory slink. He poised over the top of her, his cock pressing against the slick inner lips of her pussy.

One hand stroked back her hair, the touch incredibly intimate. “I love you, Lilly. I’ll always love you. If I have to spend every day of the rest of my life trying to make you see that, I will.”

She blinked back her tears and whispered, “I love you, too. God help me, but I do.”

His smile was incandescent. “Are you sure about this? It will hurt, but I’ll be as gentle as I can.” He ran the tip of his cock over her, wetting the head at her entrance and rubbing it over her pearl.

She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer for a soft, probing kiss. “Yes. Nothing can be worse than the way I ache right now.”

He smiled against her lips and on strong arms, lifted himself above her. His eyes dark, he guided his shaft to her entrance. Keeping her gaze, he slowly slid through the thin barrier of her maidenhead, then just inside of her. He fought against the tightness of her body. Her eyes grew wide at the sensation of his hard length working its way into her. It was wonderful and painful at the same time.

He held her, whispering words of comfort and love. The sense of painful violation faded and she marveled at the sensation. He was made for her, so perfect and gentle. Slowly, he began to move inside of her. The passion began to return as his hand moved between them and stroked her bud in time with the thrust of his hips.

She closed her eyes and kissed his neck as he filled her to the hilt.

“God, you are so tight and slick. I don’t know how long I can last,” he groaned as he held himself above her. Shallow strokes now matched her rhythm as her hips lifted to meet him. A rough finger reached between them and he stroked her pearl in time with his thrusts. She watched him through half-closed eyes, running her hands up and down his arms. Her hips snapped into his, greedy for her release. Hot and wet, she squirmed beneath him as he rotated his hips. Love, desire, trust: they all combined into a heady mixture she couldn’t imagine living without.

The ache built to an all-consuming need as her breath came out in ragged gasps. She shuddered uncontrollably against him as she came, long pulses of pleasure that milked the hard cock inside of her. It was so much better to have him buried in her pussy, to have something for her body to clench around. He joined her, throwing his head back and groaning out her name as he spilled his seed within her, with one last stroke along her clit that made her shudder.

He collapsed on top of her, rolling a bit to the side so he didn’t smother her beneath his broad shoulders. His chest was slick with sweat, and he placed gentle kisses all over her jaw. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” Each statement was punctuated by a kiss.

She sighed against him. “I could no more stop loving you than I could stop breathing.”

He gently removed himself from her, and she winced. Now that the pleasure was ebbing, the tender flesh between her legs ached.

Strong arms lifted her and carried them both to the tub. The water was still warm, and he sank them into the water. The hair of his chest tickled her face as she lay back against him. She relaxed in his embrace, content and cherished.

“Paul?” she asked in a hesitant voice. His hand gently smoothed water over her shoulders.

“Hmm?”

“You do know I didn’t kiss Sleeping Bear, right?”

His arms tightened about her, but he kissed the top of her head. “Yeah, he told me. And I’m so very sorry for ever doubting you. You’re a better woman than I deserve.”

She slid against him, turning to examine his reaction. “I’ll be spending a lot of time with him in the future. Will you be able to deal with that?”

He considered this and gazed at her with such tenderness, she thought her heart would stop. His eyes were the richest blue she had ever seen them. “Yes, on one condition.”