Your Wild Heart (3 page)

Hoo boy
. That kiss would be staying with her for a while.

Perhaps the last few months of celibacy had not been a good idea. Here she was, ready to wrestle the first guy who kissed her to the ground and strip his clothes off.

She fanned herself and focused on what she needed to do.

Yes. Focus.

Trash bags. She needed to buy trash bags from the store.

Wyatt’s meeting with Drew went as expected. He wanted Isabelle watched. Closely. Two of the younger pack members would be enlisted to make her stay “uncomfortable.” Nothing overt. Nothing dangerous, but definitely annoying. And Drew wanted as much information about her as Wyatt could gather.

In short, Wyatt needed to cozy up to her and find out what she was doing, what information she might be gathering and why. Drew also wanted to be notified the minute it became clear she presented a threat to the pack.

This morning’s breakfast would be the perfect opportunity to learn what he could.

He parked next to her Jeep, then got out and listened to everything around him. It was a habit. Nature told a great many things, but most people didn’t take the time to listen. In this case, all appeared well.

As he neared her trailer, the smell of breakfast sausage greeted him. Isabelle sat at her table, working on her laptop.

“Good morning,” he called, so he wouldn’t startle her.

She looked up from her computer. “Good morning.”

The smile she gave him made his heart skip a beat. “Are you working or playing this morning?” He indicated her laptop with a dip of his head.

“Actually, neither. I keep a journal.” She wrinkled her nose. “Kind of old-fashioned but it helps me sort through things, and it acts as a log in case I need to remember details of my work. So I guess it’s part personal and part work.” She closed the lid and set the device aside. “How are you this morning?”

“Good. Thank you.” He held up the jug he carried. “I brought juice.”

“Oh, good. Thanks.” She pointed to the other end of the table. “Just set it over there. Coffee is ready so help yourself.”

“You seem to be in a good mood. Did you have an exciting evening?” Even as the words left his mouth, the implication struck him. His Wolf growled at the thought that she may not have spent the night alone.

“Well kind of. I went for a walk after I returned from my shopping trip, and I stumbled across a small herd of antelope. Fortunately, I saw them soon enough and hid so I could study them for a while. But something startled them and they took off. Very exciting though. We don’t have antelope in Georgia.”

He smiled, understanding her excitement. “We have a herd of buffalo also. Did you know that?”

She stood and motioned him toward the campfire. There were two blankets on the ground next to the fire, and he noticed she’d cooked their meal over an open flame. Impressive.

“I had read there were some.” She tilted her head. “Where can they usually be found?”

“There’s a section of land northeast of here where they roam. A friend of mine also owns a ranch and raises them. He has one of the largest herds in the state. I can take you up there if you’d like.”

“Don’t you have to work?”

He shrugged and took a seat where she had indicated. “Yeah, but part of my job requires me to check in with the people who work with the animals and make sure everything’s all right. I haven’t checked on George in a few weeks.”

“Is that your friend with the ranch?” She sat on the blanket next to him.

“Yes. He also coordinates the buffalo roundup they have when the herd gets too big.”

“How many do they have?” She reached for the lid on the skillet.

“I’m not certain anymore. Used to be over a thousand head.”

“I don’t want to take you away from your duties, but I would love to see the buffalo and have a chance to talk to some of the people who work with them.”

“It wouldn’t be a problem.”

With a smile, she exclaimed, “Great.” She used her oversized spoon to check the food on the bottom of the pan. “I think breakfast is done. Hope you’re hungry because I can’t eat all of this.”

The familiar aroma of campfire breakfast wafted across to him, and his stomach rumbled.

Isabelle grinned. “I guess you are.” She scooped a large portion onto a plate and passed it to him. “There’s some canned fruit on the table if you want it.”

“Would you like some juice while I’m up?”

“Yes, please. And would you mind grabbing a couple of forks?” she asked as she ladled food onto her own plate.

“Sure.”

When he returned, they dug into the casserole with relish.

“This is delicious,” he told her between bites.

“Thanks. It’s been a while since I made it. It’s usually just me and my lab partner when I stay out in the field. But she’s a health nut who would rather have a handful of granola than real food.” She shook her head.

Thanks to the research he’d done on the Internet he had enough of her background to quiz her about her studies and the last paper she’d published. He may not have a PhD, but he could speak her lingo. As it turned out, they had a lot of common interests. He was tempted to bring up politics in order to see how compatible they were, but courtesy won out. Instead, he turned the conversation to sports. She surprised him by her enthusiastic support of one of the professional football teams.

He became so caught up in their banter he almost missed the twins sneaking through the brush. Keeping his expression neutral, he tried to figure out what they were up to. Drew must have ordered them to cause trouble for Isabelle. The twins were well known in the pack for pranks. Normally, they were just mischievous, but out here, things could go wrong in a big hurry.

It may be best to stick around for a little longer.

As he quizzed Isabelle about her hopes for the Super Bowl, he kept an eye out for trouble.

Soon a low rumble echoed in the distance. The rumble turned into a vibration in the ground.

“What is—”

Wyatt dropped his cup and yanked Isabelle to her feet, cutting off her question. She didn’t resist and allowed him to pull her to the nearby cluster of trees. Using the trees as cover, he wrapped his arms around her and pinned her in place.

Barely a second had passed before a large herd of elk trampled their way through the camp. He cringed knowing she would have a few more things to replace after this “accident.”

The ground shook from the force of galloping hooves while limbs snapped and cracked as debris fell from the trees. Many of the lower branches were pulled off in the animals’ haste to get by.

Damn twins.

Drew said to make Isabelle’s stay uncomfortable, not attempt to kill her. He couldn’t imagine how they’d managed to drive the herd through this narrow spot, but he planned to have words with them later.

As soon as the herd had passed and he believed it to be safe, Wyatt leaned back and looked down at the tiny woman in his arms. She hadn’t panicked and, even now, only appeared somewhat shaken. “Are you okay?”

Her eyes were a bit dazed. “I, uh….” She licked her lips. “Yeah. I think so.”

The sight of her pink tongue sliding across her lips captivated him. Not caring about the consequences, he slowly lowered his head and touched his mouth to hers. Tasting. Testing.

Her breath hitched and she stilled, but in a matter of seconds she responded. Her body curled into his. She skimmed her hands up his sides and chest then circled them around his neck.

His body tightened in response. He deepened their kiss, encouraging her to open to him. She responded with fervor, sending him up in flames.

Like a starving man, he grasped her ass and pulled her closer. When that wasn’t enough, he hiked her leg up, encouraging her to wrap them around his waist so he could grind against her. Still he needed more.

He needed her. His Wolf was awake and hungry.

The thin T-shirt she wore became an annoying barrier. He pushed it and her sports bra up then palmed her breast. It fit his hand as if made for him. She gasped when his thumb flickered over the hardened nipple.

He tore his mouth away from hers and buried his face into her neck, fighting for some semblance of control. Her scent washed through him, making him even harder. He nipped her neck then pulled her up so he could latch onto her exposed breast.

Her fingers slid through his hair and held him in place. She made faint panting sounds that drove him mad. He pushed the rest of her bra out of the way so he could feast on the other breast. Isabelle clung to him as she ground her pelvis against his stomach.

Stepping back, he gave her room to ease down his body and stand on her own feet and then once again captured her lips. With a flick of his wrist, he unhooked the button of her shorts and pushed them over her hips until they slid down on their own. He traced his fingers over her belly and the tiny patch of hair at her juncture and then into her dampened heat.

She was wet for him. His Wolf growled in satisfaction.

Using the tip of his finger, he found the tiny bud he knew would drive her wild and made circles over and around it. She whimpered against his lips and clung to his shoulders. Her nails sank into his skin, heightening his awareness of her every move.

He worked her clit until the smell of her arousal wafted up to him. The sweet nectar called to him. Breaking their kiss, he squatted before her and pushed her against the tree for support. He spread her legs, then pulled one over his shoulder to better access her core. As he held her gaze, he gave her a long lick across her now exposed center.

Her lips parted on a gasp.

With relish, he dove into her sweet heat. He licked and teased her clit and swirled his tongue around her opening. The back and forth brushes over the sensitive bud drove her higher and higher until her eyes closed and her head drooped backward.

When he latched onto her clit and suckled, she whimpered and tried to pull him closer. He slipped a finger into her channel and sped up the flicks across her clit. She ground against his face then gave one last cry as she came.

He steadied her against the tree as she rode out her orgasm. He lapped up her juices, memorizing her taste and scent despite his body’s need for release.

As soon as he sensed she neared the end of her ride, he stood and pulled her against him. Her eyes were closed but still she reached for him. He tilted her head and descended upon her lips.

She fumbled with the closure of his jeans and quickly freed him. With the first grip of her hand around his erection, he struggled for control. He wanted inside her. He needed her
now
.

Against her lips, he murmured, “Condom. Wallet.”

She nodded but didn’t release her grip. Her free hand circled around to his pocket, and she pulled out his wallet. She handed it to him then dropped to her knees.

Wyatt’s eyes almost crossed when her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. When her tongue traced circles down the sensitive line along the front side he stopped breathing. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to take much of her exquisite torture, he dug for the condom he always carried with him then dropped the wallet to the ground. Using his teeth, he tore the package open then reached for Isabelle so he could stop her torment.

He rolled the thin membrane into place and then pulled her against him. His lips slammed into hers, and he devoured her. She responded with increasing passion. Her desire seemed unaffected by her orgasm.

“Hold on,” he growled as he wrapped her legs around his waist and pinned her against the tree.

She swiveled her hips, centering herself over his stiff cock. As soon as her body opened to his invasion, he drove in deep. Her warm channel gripped him as she clung to his shoulders.

“Oh God,” she moaned onto his neck.

Oh God was right. His Wolf wanted out. It wanted to claim her in a very primitive way.

Her tight heat quivered around him as he slid most of the way out and slowly sank into her depths again. He held her in place despite her attempts. She panted faster, and both of their hearts hammered against their chests.

When her body went rigid with tension, he loosened his restraint. He slammed into her over and over. His lips crushed hers, and they fought for air and the next kiss. When she bowed up tiny spasms rippled over his cock, shredding his control. He rode her until his world exploded, leaving nothing but the two of them.

He wasn’t sure how long they stood there, each of them gasping for breath, but when he had two brain cells to rub together, he realized she remained pinned between his chest and the tree.

“Can you stand?” he asked.

She chuckled. “Maybe. I’m not sure.”

He withdrew from her body and gave her room to put her feet down. Keeping his hand around her waist, he made sure she was steady on her feet. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She pushed her hair away from her face and grinned. “What about you?”

“Other than the fact that I came so hard I’m seeing stars, I’m great.”

She giggled. “That was pretty intense, wasn’t it?”

“I’d say so.” He dropped a kiss on her lips, then stepped back so they could each straighten their clothes. Leaving the condom on the ground next to the cluster of trees, he assured Isabelle, “I’ll get something to put that in.”

Her cheeks turned pink. “I may have a grocery sack you can use.”

He found his wallet and made sure nothing had fallen out during his hasty exploration. After brushing his clothes off, he turned to see if Isabelle needed any help.

She finished buttoning her shorts and looked up. Their eyes met, and something sparked between them. The realization he wanted her again, right here and right now, boggled his mind. Her pupils dilated, and she bit her lip.

“I, ah….”

“We should….” They said at the same time and then laughed.

“I’ll help you check your camp to make sure the elk didn’t do any damage.”

“That’d be great.” She smiled.

What was it about her smile that made his pulse jump?

He needed to put some distance between them so he could think.