Page 8 of Found on the Prairie
"I probably will, too," he murmurs in assurance, as he starts to slowly undo the ribbons, tugging them apart. When he reaches the bottom, the back of the bodice gapes open, and my bare back is exposed to him – even though I’m still wearing moreclothes right now than I was when they picked me up on the side of the road, I can’t help but feel distinctly naked.
And, I notice, his hands still for a moment – his fingertips graze along my spine, sending an explosion of tingles flooding my entire body. I draw in a sharp breath, unable to hold it back, and out of the corner of my eye, I can feel him looking at me. He makes no move to continue his work on the ribbon, leaving me there, the dress gaping at the back, his hands against my skin...
And, before I can think twice, I move back against him, letting his hands slip beneath the dress – it falls away as he slides his hands around my waist, his mouth coming to the curve of my neck, his breath hot against my skin.
I don’t know what I am doing, but I know sure as hell that I don’t want it to stop, and, as he turns me around to face him, I can see in the darkness of his gaze that he feels the exact same way.
He brings my face to his, kissing me hard, the kind of kiss that sends whatever doubts I’m still clinging to vanishing from my mind. The dress has pooled at my feet, all but forgotten, and the only thing I can focus on is the way that it feels to press myself into him, to lose myself to him entirely.
I might not have any idea what I am doing here or how I ended up here or how in the name of holy hell I am going to get out – but right now, as his tongue thrusts into my mouth, I know that I don’t even care.
He moves me back towards the bed, the two of us tumbling on to the small frame together – I run my hands along his neck, his shoulders, his back, feeling the strength of him right there, the promise that he could do anything he wanted to me.
Maybe I’d like him to. No matter how dangerous it might be to give myself a reason to stay, as our tongues come together, I can’t do anything other than let myself get lost to the pleasure.
His hands grope and grab greedily at my waist, my thighs, my hips, and I tip my head back as he trails his mouth along my throat, eyes flickering open just long enough to see the dark, wanting expression on his face. I can’t remember the last time I felt someone want me this badly, and there’s nothing in the world I want more than to let him show me just how far that goes.
His hardness grinds against me through his pants, and I slip my hand down clumsily to feel him through the fabric. He grunts against my mouth as he feels me touch him, and swiftly brushes my hand aside to undress himself urgently.
I lift my hips to his, words falling away to useleness as some primal part of me demands him inside of me.
In the soft light pouring through the window, I watch as he takes himself into his hand and guides himself against me – I groan as I feel the pressure of him at my entrance, almost shockingly new, but impossibly exciting at the same time.
I wind my arms around him tight, pulling him on to me, lifting my hips to envelop him in one motion, and listen to the deep groan of pleasure that escapes his lips as we come together for the first time.
The feeling of it, the sensation, is one thing – but the knowledge that this man wants me so completely is all it takes for me to lose myself entirely to this moment. I grasp his face in my hands and bring his lips to mine once more as he begins to move inside of me, his body driving into mine with the same regular motion as the wheels of the cart beneath us. Our breath mingles and our chests rise and fall in the same moment as though we are entirely in sync with each other.
His teeth catch on my lip, sending a start of pain and pleasure through me, and he grabs my hips to push me down on to the bed. As he begins to fuck me properly, hard and fast, he grinds against my clit with every motion.
It builds the pleasure inside of me with every thrust, pushing me further and further and closer and closer to that point of no return until it feels like everything else has fallen away, until-
Until it hits me. I cry out, praying to God that Lucy is still far enough away from the house that she won’t be able to hear me. My body shudders beneath his as I grab his arms and hang on for dear life. He lets out a low growl into my ear, plunging deep into me one last time and then stilling himself there, allowing the convulsions of my body to take him over the edge and into his release.
I feel the warm flood of his seed within me, and, on instinct, I wrap my legs around him, pulling him into me to contain every inch of him for a moment. Our mouths crash into each others once more, and I cling to him for dear life, stars exploding at the corners of my vision and the breath tearing from my lungs...
And it strikes me, all at once, that I might have more reason to stay here than I first imagined.
CHAPTER 4
Cade
The sound of her breathing stirs me from my rest – a slow, steady, peaceful doze, as she lays beside me, her arm tossed out over the bed, her head half-resting on my chest.
For the first moment I see her laying there, a part of me wants to let her sleep. It’s the first time I’ve seen her without some kind of worry on her face since she got here, her hair falling into her eyes, her brow unfurrowed and her mouth soft. I trace a finger across her cheek, drawing it along her soft skin, watching as the light dapples against her right there before me.
We spent the day together – and then, the night, too. The dress that she asked me for help with is still sitting on the floor where I pulled it off her, and she hasn’t made a move to put it back on yet. No, instead, she’s sprawled brazenly naked in front of me, her soft curves so tempting under the morning light that it’s hard for me to think of anything else but waking her up and...
She lets out a soft sigh, moving in a little closer to me, and some inch of reality begins to settle in to my mind. As much as it’s been addled by the sweetness of having her this close to me, I know I can’t let myself get used to it.
I can already imagine my sister’s comments on the matter, the way she’ll tease me about finding a wife just the same way my brother did – but she didn’t hear what Kim told me yesterday, how much she has left behind, and how much I would be keeping her from if I asked her to stay.
Slowly, gently, I ease myself out from underneath her, not wanting to wake her or explain why I’m in such a rush to get out of here. It’s not that I want to be away from her – if anything, I want nothing more than to bury my nose into her hair and let myself feast on the scent of her. It is so soft and feminine and delicate against my roughness.
But, if I let myself get attached, I might give her reason to turn her back on what she clearly cares so much about, and I don’t want to do something like that to her. To anyone, really.
I swing my legs out of bed as quietly as I can, reaching for my clothes where I tossed them aside on the floor. I can still remember, all too clearly, the way her hands felt on my bare skin, marking me like she’s painting me with a tattoo she doesn’t care to hide.
But I think back to the pride in her voice when she told me about her teaching, her education – and I know that, if she stayed here, she wouldn’t be able to pursue it. This place is still in its nascent stages, and it’s a long way off from having the kind of system in place that would allow her to carry on where she left off. Shit, there’s hardly so much as a school for the kids, let alone a place someone with her mind and abilities could keep them in check.
