Texas Kissing (29 page)

Bull

Lily sat there looking around in amazement as Caliope slowed to a halt. “It’s beautiful,” she said at last.

The spot I’d picked out was next to a lake, nestled between three low grassy hills. The lake was crystal clear, fed by a river that wound down out of the distant mountains. And the finishing touch was that the river dropped into the lake over a waterfall. The place was goddamn perfect. It would have been easy to bring some of the local girls out here and let it work its magic on them—a guaranteed panty-dropper. Yet I’d never wanted to share it—I’d wanted to keep it as my own private getaway. Until now.

“This is Gold Lake,” I told her. “This is where the town got its name.”

“
Gold
Lake?”

“You’ll see.” I tied the horses to a tree and set up camp—which consisted of unrolling the bedrolls.

Lily tilted her head to one side. “I don’t get it,” she said, squeezing the bags I’d packed. “Where’s the tent? Does it fold up really small?”

I just grinned at her.

“We’re sleeping
outside?”
she asked, sounding appalled.

“Remember the stars when we went horse riding? That was still pretty close to town. Light pollution. Here, with the hills around us and no lights...trust me.”

She nodded, still looking uncertain. But, bless her, she was willing to give it a go. I loved that about her. She was doing a hell of a lot better out here than I’d probably do in New York, trying to figure out which fork to eat my sushi with.

“So what now?” she asked, looking around.

I grinned and started to strip off my shirt.

“Oh!” She flushed. “Just like that? You expect me to just...I mean, no warm up or anything?”

I laughed. “Hold your horses, city girl.” I tossed down my shirt and tipped my hat back on my head. “I was heading in for a dip.” And I nodded my head at the lake.

“Oh!” Then her eyes widened. “Shit! I didn’t bring a bathing suit. I didn’t know we were going swimming!”

“Who needs a bathing suit?” I asked. And pulled off my boots. And jeans. And boxers. And finally my hat.

She stood there staring at my naked body. “Out
here?!”
she squeaked.

“Well, I’ve already seen all of you. And the horses were with us in the stable that time, so they’ve seen it too, and there ain’t no one else for miles.”

She glanced around her, arms wrapped around her for protection. “Umm…”

“What?”

“I’m just not...you know.”

I put my hands on my hips. “What?”

“I’m not comfortable...naked, okay?”

I frowned. “You’ve been buck naked in front of me plenty of times. In the stables. And in the barn. And in the tub at my place.”

“But not outdoors!” She looked around. “Not in broad daylight!” She looked at me standing there. “How are you so relaxed about it?”

I looked down at myself. “I guess I never thought much about it,” I said. And I realized I hadn’t. “It’s just a body, you know.”

“Easy for you to say,” she muttered.

I frowned again. “What? What’s that supposed to mean?”

She flushed more. “You know.”

“Lily, I swear I don’t.”

She waved her hand at me. “You’re all big and muscled and...
rippling.
How a man should be. You’re goddamn perfect, okay?”

I looked down at myself again. Okay, true. But so what?

When she saw my bemused expression, she got even more frustrated. “I’m...
not.
Okay?”

I finally got it. I walked slowly towards her, my cock bouncing against my leg. “Lily…” I started. As I got closer, she turned her face away from me, red-cheeked and ashamed, and I saw that her eyes were moist. She’d held back the tears, but only just. “Lily,” I said again, my voice softer. “I’m sorry. I didn’t…” I shook my head. “I didn’t know. I guess it plain didn’t occur to me that you’d be...shy.”

She gave me a frustrated glare. “You can’t see what’s in front of you?” She waved her hands at her body.

I frowned. “I
can
see what’s in front of me,” I told her. “That’s why it makes no sense to me, because you’re goddamn perfect.”

She blinked back tears, twisting her head around to look out at the lake, still avoiding my eyes. “You really mean that?” she whispered after a second.

My stomach was knotting. It killed me to see her in this much pain. “Of
course,”
I said. “Look at you!” I gently put my hands on her shoulders, then ran them slowly down her front. “You got the best ti—
breasts
I’ve ever seen. You’ve got this gorgeous curve that drives me wild”—I traced it with my hands—”right here, allll the way down here and then out again.” Her hips moved against my palms as she wriggled. I slowly crouched down and continued. “Your legs—sexy and gorgeous with so many great lines I don’t know how to even describe them, so I’ll just show you.” I swept my hands down her thighs and spiraled around her calves, then worked my way up again. “And your ass. I’ve been staring at your ass all afternoon and I could keep right on staring at it all night. Full and ripe and so perfectly round.”

“It’s enormous—” she whispered.

“It’s exactly the right goddamn size, is what it is,” I said firmly. “Hell, why would anyone want one of those skinny-ass asses that ain’t even there? How the hell are you supposed to squeeze one of those?” And I gave her ass a hard squeeze to show her. She wriggled and, at last, a tiny smile appeared.

I stood and looked her in the eye. “I’m sorry.” I nodded at the lake. “I shouldn’t have just sprung this on you. It’s just...you never...I mean, you never seemed self-conscious when we were...you know.”

She reddened and looked at her feet. “I was distracted, those times. Or it was dark.” She looked around. “This is different. I’m all...exposed.”

“Your perfect body, out of the shadows, so I can see every inch? I can’t think of anything better. Hell, that’s why I got you up here.” I’d been thinking about skinny dipping with her ever since she suggested getting out of town.

“Really?”

“How about I show you what your body does to me?”

Lily

I had time to draw in one shuddering gasp before he lowered his head and touched his lips to mine. Not his normal kiss, all hungry and urgent. This was slower and more gentle—gentler than I’d thought him capable of.

When his kisses moved away from my mouth and down my neck, it was as if he was following the lines of me so that he could draw them indelibly in his mind.

All
my lines. He started to unbutton my blouse and I caught my breath, my hands automatically rising to catch his. But he leaned closer and made a
shh-
ing sound in my ear and I slowly lowered them. He was right—it was crazy that I was self-conscious when we’d already had sex. But what I’d said to him was true, too—the sex had been hot enough that it had burned straight through all my insecurities. This was different—more intimate, in a way. It’s surprising how close you have to feel to someone, to be happy for them to see all your imperfections.

As he folded the fabric of my blouse back away from my chest, opening up a deeper and deeper sliver of skin down my front, he trailed the edge of it with his mouth. Every shocking gust of warm, outdoor air against my breasts was followed by a reassuring touch of his lips. It kept me just on the edge, hovering between allowing this and stopping it.

He kept going. By the time my blouse was down to its lowest button, he had it pushed back to reveal my shoulders, still creamy-white despite the summer sun. I always stayed covered up, outside. Until now.

The tension inside me made me stand as stiff as a mannequin. He pushed the blouse down my arms and it fell to the ground behind me. My whole upper half was exposed to the sun and the wind and a million billion pairs of imagined eyes.

He kissed me just above the navel—did he know that that was the part of me I disliked most?

“I love you here,” he said. He’d been so quiet that the shock of his voice almost made me jump. “I love how smooth your skin is. Soft and warm and sexy.”

My insides did a somersault. No one had ever described my stomach like that before.

He unfastened my jeans and then knelt to push them down my legs, kissing his way down the length of one and then up the other. It sent warm waves up through my thighs and they became a slowly-twisting heat in my groin...it was sexual, but not in the same way normal sex is, if that makes any sense. It felt more giving. It felt as if we were connecting soul to soul instead of body to body.

It felt like being worshipped.

He nudged me backward until I stepped out of my jeans, sneakers and socks. The grass was crisp under my feet, the blades warm from the sun but the earth beneath still cool.

He stood, using just his fingertips to trace up my legs and over my hips. “I love you here,” he said. I cringed inside, thinking of the width of my hips. “They’re perfect,” he said. “Full and curvy and they make the perfect frame for
this.”
And he moved one hand inward, cupping my pussy through my panties. I gasped and stepped my feet a little farther apart, the heat changing and spreading. His hand pushed upward just a little, so that I opened under the cloth. “But I can’t figure out if
that’s
my favorite part of you,” he said.

He stripped my panties down my hips and let them fall around my ankles, then drew them off and tossed them aside. He came around behind me and I began to pant. I’d never felt so
studied
before. I’d always pushed thoughts of my own body down into the depths of my mind, and the sex with Bull had helped because it had always been so urgent—there hadn’t been any time for doubts. Now, all I could think about was how huge I must look, how unlike the slender, tanned girls he knew.
What if he realizes his mistake?!

He kissed my shoulder and I felt my fears calming. Then both big hands slid down my back and cupped my ass. “I especially love you here,” he told me. “I think this is my favorite part of you. I love to watch it when you’re riding a horse—or when you’re riding
me.
It’s so ripe and juicy and it feels just right in my hands.” He gave a squeeze to demonstrate and I gasped.

Then I felt my bra loosen. A second later, he stripped it from my body, tossing it away. But he didn’t come around in front of me—he stayed behind, close enough that I could feel the warm press of his chest against my back, and he looked down at my front over my shoulder.

“Your breasts—they were the first thing I noticed about you. Yeah, I know, I’m supposed to say your face. But it wasn’t. It was these.” He scooped them up in his hands and, immediately, I felt waves of heat radiating out from where his palms touched me. “Gorgeous and
big
and just the right weight. Pert, but they hang just enough. Goddamn perfect.” He squeezed gently, then harder and I gasped. “All of you is goddamn perfect. Every damn inch.”

I felt his cock, rising between my thighs and bumping against my ass cheeks. “I told you I’d show you what your body did to me,” he said. “Can you feel it?”

I nodded dumbly. I felt it growing rock hard, throbbing hotly as it rose to stand vertical, nestled between my cheeks. He moved closer and I could feel the soft kiss of his balls, heavy and...
full.
“Can you feel how much I need you?” he growled.

I nodded again.

His muscled arm wrapped around my waist and his hand slid down between my legs. I gasped. My knees softened as his fingers stroked down my lips. Then he thrust them inside me.

I could feel him moving on my own slick heat. I’d been listening so hard to his words, focusing so much on the differences between how he saw me and how I saw myself, that my own arousal had crept up on me. The heat had built slowly, throbbing outward from every place he touched, and it had silently filled me up. Now I was aching and trembling, needing him as much as he needed me. Suddenly, every breath of wind against me made me gasp.

He pulled me back hard against him so that he touched me from shoulder to ankle, the warm press of his body the perfect counterpoint to the cool breeze against my front. The fingers inside me began to move and even
that
was different to normal sex. Instead of pumping me, driving me towards orgasm, they were gently sliding deeper, making me appreciate every millimeter of my sensitive flesh. I was rediscovering myself.