Wild Nevada Ride (6 page)

“Now—have you found yourself a nice young man yet? I want great-grandchildren soon, you know.”

“Granm!” Katrina blushed when the crowd around them chuckled and she stepped back.

“Well, I do. You are almost thirty years old, young lady. You need to be settling down and having babies.”

I can’t believe we are having this conversation with all these people around, some of whom I don’t even know.
“Please. Can have this discussion another time?”

“Oh, nonsense. There are even some nice looking eligible men here today. You could do worse than some of them.”

“Grandma, please. You’re embarrassing me.”

Her grandmother didn’t seem to hear her or chose to ignore her pleads as she said, “Look over there. Mark’s friend is very handsome, and from what I understand, he’s single and has a nice big place outside of town.”

Katrina sighed before she turned to see who her grandmother had picked out. Her heart stopped in her chest when his gaze met her and a smirk rippled across those tempting lips. Standing not one hundred yards from her was none other than the object of every disturbing dream she’d had in the last week, Justin Wilder.
Damn!
Her gaze moved over his form for a moment, taking in his tight t-shirt, ass-hugging blue jeans, and pointed toe boots.
He looks even better than I remember.

Bristling under his look, she turned around and walked back toward the house.

* * * *

He had been fully aware of the beautiful woman when she appeared in the doorway of the house. She looked better than she did the last time he saw her. Her hair hung in long waves down her back, swinging with each step she took toward the older woman sitting off to the side. When she had bent over to kiss her grandmother, the view of her shorts pulled tight across her ass, almost made him groan out loud. Her laughter reached his ears and shivers raced down his spine.

It had been impossible to forget her in the last week. Her scent still lingered on his sheets, making sleeping almost a chore while he craved her touch.

He knew exactly the moment she realized he was there—when her eyes narrowed into slits and the smile slid from her face.
She’s not happy to see me. Big surprise.

Laughter bubbled in his chest when she reacted just like he thought she would. She whipped around to face her grandmother again, presenting him with her back.

“I get the impression Katrina just figured out you were here, Justin. How did you manage to talk me into bringing you?”

Justin smiled. “I can be very persuasive.”

“More like you blackmailed me.”

“Gentle nudging.”

“Bullshit!”
A frown marred Mark’s face when he caught the direction of Justin’s stare. “I’m warning you. Don’t hurt her.”

“I have no intention of doing anything of the sort.”

“I know what happened last weekend. I’m sure she’s realized what a big mistake she made, so I would suggest you don’t repeat it.”

“Oh, I plan on repeating it.” His gaze raked her body, and he saw her shift her stance from one foot to the other. His body went into overdrive when he remembered those legs wrapped around his hips.

“She’s not a plaything.”

“Listen, Mark, she’s the one who came onto me. I had every intention of taking her home, safe and sound, without touching her at all, but she started it. I just enjoyed the outcome.”

Mark shook his head. “Just leave her alone. She’s not your type of woman. Go find some lonely female to set your sights on.”

His friend walked away, leaving him standing alone, longing for the woman standing so close, he could smell her.

When he saw her turn and walk away, he couldn’t do anything except follow. He stopped at the sliding glass door for a moment, looking over his shoulder to where Mark stood glowering at him. He shook off his friend’s disapproval and slipped inside the house, softly closing the door behind him.

He followed the scent lingering in the air, pointing him in the direction she went. Trying to act casual when he met people he didn’t know in the house, his eyes searched for the woman he couldn’t seem to forget.

The staircase leading to the upper floor of the house beckoned. He looked behind him to see if anyone paid any attention to where he stood, but no one seemed to care while they laughed, drank, and ate.

Taking the stairs two at a time, he reached the landing, looking one direction then the other, trying to decide which way to go first. Soft music reached his ears coming from somewhere to his left. Moving toward it, he stopped in front of a bedroom where the door stood cracked open slightly and the music sounded louder.

He pushed the door open slightly, peeking through the opening to make sure the person he sought sat on the other side. The last thing he wanted was to come upon some unsuspecting guest doing lord only knows what.

Smiling, he saw Katrina sitting on the bed in the room that seemed to be more suited for a teenage girl than a twenty something young woman, especially one with the grit this one had. He leaned against the casing, once he pushed the door open, and just stared.

The music surrounded them. The swell and ebb of the rhythm pulsed through his veins when she tipped her head back on her shoulders and closed her eyes. His fingers itched to run through those silky locks. He could almost taste her lips as she parted them softly, lost in the music.

His feet carried him silently into the room before he gently pushed the door closed. She still hadn’t heard him while he watched her sway slightly to the beat.

He ached for her. His body had come to full attention the minute she had walked through the sliding glass door, and now she sat in front of him like she wanted for him to find her.

“Katrina,” he said softly and her eyes popped open with a start.

“Justin. What are you doing here?”

“I came to find you.”

“Why?”

He stepped closer to the bed and she stood, eyes widening when he approached. “I’m not exactly sure. I can’t seem to get you out of my mind.”

“Well, if you expect a repeat of last weekend, forget it.” She squared her shoulders. “It was a mistake, a temporary case of insanity on my part.”

A soft chuckle left his lips. “Insanity? Well then, your insanity lasted several hours and included me in your state of mind. I don’t think you are any more immune to me, than I am to you.” Running his finger down her arm, he felt her tremble under his touch. “Your body craves mine just like mine craves yours. Last weekend was just a taste, a taste of heaven, one I want to happen again.”

“I don’t,” she whispered. Her skin quivered, and he stepped closer, close enough so that her breasts almost touched his chest.

“Your body says differently,” he murmured before he bent his head and softly took her lips. Her body stiffened for a moment, then melted against him and she moaned into his mouth.

He pulled her tight to him, his hands making a path down her back to cup her ass. Her arms went up around his shoulders, grasping at them as if she needed them to hold herself upright. His tongue moved along the crease of her lips and she groaned, opened her mouth. Their tongues met, dueled, sparred, gave, and took.

Finally pulling his mouth from hers, he moved along her cheek to her ear, nibbling the lobe with his teeth. Taking her invitation, he trailed his lips down her neck, nipping at the soft skin with his teeth as a groan rumbled deep in his chest. His hands moved back up her body, cupping her breasts and kneading the soft flesh, before moving up to touch her face.

She opened her eyes, and he could see the passion in her gaze as it quickly raced out of control between them.

“You have no idea how much I want you right now,” he whispered before his mouth swooped down and took hers again. She whimpered under his kiss and opened her mouth. One hand moved down her chest to her stomach and slipped beneath the stretchy material of her tank top. A moment later, he skimmed back up her soft belly, and pushed her bra out of the way, before his palm rasped against her already hardened nipple.

A knock sounded on the door.

“Kat? Are you in there?”

“My mother,” she whispered, ripping her mouth from his. “Yeah, Mom,” she said louder so her mother could hear her.

“We are about to cut the cake. Are you coming?”

“Not yet,” he chuckled softly.

She punched him in the arm. “I’ll be right down,” she answered her mother.

“Are you all right? You sound strange.”

While she continued to talk to her mother, he let his mouth wander down her chest to take the nipple in his mouth.

“Yes, Mom, I’m fine.” She pushed against his shoulders even while a soft moan rumbled in her chest. “I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Okay.”

She arched against his mouth when one hand popped the snap on her shorts and slid inside. She whimpered when his fingers slipped through the curls, past her engorged pussy lips and entered her slick vagina. “Oh God,” she whispered, clutching his head as he continued to tongue her nipple and the fingers inside her began to stroke.

Another knock on the door and she whimpered before she almost shouted, “What?”

“Kat, have you seen Justin?”

She groaned. “No. Maybe he’s in the bathroom.”

“I can’t seem to find him anywhere.”

“I’ll be out in a minute, and we’ll see if we can find him together, okay? I’m…uh…I’m changing clothes.”

“All right. Grams is about to cut the cake.”

“I know!”

Silence.

“I’ll see you in a minute, then.”

She couldn’t hold herself upright anymore, and he laid her back on the bed, stripping the shorts from her in one swift motion. His lips trailed down her belly and she opened her legs. He found the swollen clit with his tongue, toggling quickly, and she wiggled beneath his mouth. Several swift licks and he felt her stiffen and cry out even as she bit her lip to silence her scream of ecstasy when her climax hit her,
hard.

* * * *

She blinked for a moment, looking at the man kissing up her stomach before latching onto her breast. In the distance she heard, the beginnings of the happy birthday song.

“Shit! Get off!” She pushed at his shoulders until he lifted his head, his brown eyes scorching her with their heat. “Get off!”

He shifted off her, and she scrambled to her feet. Looking around, she finally spotted her shorts and underwear a couple of feet from the bed. Scooping them up, she wiggled back into them and adjusted her bra back in place, before she turned and faced him again.

“I take it play time is over.” His dimples peeked out when his lips lifted at the corners in a devastating smile.

“I’m missing my grandmother’s birthday.”

“Yes, well, I guess that says it all.” He rose from the bed and moved toward her. She could feel her heart still racing and her blood rushing in her ears even as he stopped in front of her and gently took her lips. When he raised his head again, he said, “After you.”

She opened the door and peeked out in the hall to make sure no one was about before they stepped into the hall. Heading down the stairs, she stopped at the bottom and said, “I’ll go out first. If we go out there together, everyone will know what happened.”

“The rosy blush to your cheeks, sweetheart, would tell anyone who cared to look what happened upstairs. I don’t think us being seen together would tell them anything more.”