Wildflower (24 page)

The tears shimmering in her green eyes sent an arrow through his heart. “I will.”

“Until death us do part?”

“Until death
us
do part.”

He stood and wrapped her in a hug. They might not have said they loved each other, but he knew she was committed to their future, just like he was. He kissed her. A tender kiss that affirmed his love for her. But it didn’t stay gentle for long.

When she stroked her tongue along his lips, hot desire blazed through him. With one hand behind her head, he plundered her mouth while the other cupped her butt to bring her lush hips tighter to his swelling groin. She clung to him like moss on a tree. Her arms around his neck, her mouth covering his, her tongue dueling with his.

His cock grew thicker and harder than a rail spike. He wanted this woman with a need that burned his blood like a prairie fire.

His mind cleared of any thought, save Matt. All the longing, mixed with worry and uncertainty, narrowed his vision to just one thing, getting buried inside this woman as hard and as fast as possible.

Breathless, he tore his mouth away to nuzzle her neck. “You best be real sure about this, sweetheart,” he warned again. “Because there’ll be no going back once I get you into our bed. I’m going to make you my wife. Once and for all.”

“Talk, talk, talk,” she grumbled. “A woman could expire from wanting with all this damn talking.”

“That so, Mrs. Cartwright?” Logan reached low, grabbed a butt cheek in each hand. A thought struck him. “I want you to wear your dress.”

“You do?”

“Uh, huh,” he muttered against her neck.

“But I thought you were angry about the money I spent.”

He looked at her. “I was angry because I thought I’d never see you in it.” He lifted her up and pushed his cock against her pussy. Her moan melted in his ears. “Do you have frilly underclothes to go with it?”

“Some.”

His prick thumped in his pants. “Will you wear the dress for me? Frilly underclothes and all?”

She nodded, kissing his chin and jaw. “You gotta stay here, though. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

He released her and she went into the bedroom. The minutes crawled by. He paced from one end of the room to the other. What the devil could be taking so long? Just as he was about to bust down the door, it opened.

And there stood his wife. In her gleaming green gown. Stars formed at the edges of his vision. It was then he realized he wasn’t breathing.

She turned in a slow circle. “Do you like it?”

“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever since,” he rasped. “Other than you.”

She smiled and extended her hand. He took it, allowing her to lead him into the bedroom.

The daylight through the curtains cast the room in a golden glow. A magical glow. Matt looked magical. Like Princess Cinderella from the Brothers Grimm fairy tale his mother read to him as a small boy.

Desire eddied through him. He took her into his arms. Every soft curve of her body tortured him, made him mad with wanting. He dipped his head to settle his mouth over hers. He swept his tongue through her sweet recess.

Impatience quivered through her as, button by button, he undid the front of her dress. Her hands fumbled to help his effort, but he brushed them aside. He would take her as he’d always dreamed he would.

Slow.

Even if it killed him. Which it just might.

Buttons undone, he caressed the fabric open. The feel of the material was so smooth. But her skin was smoother.

Once the dress was past her shoulders, it fell into a green pool at her feet. She did have lacy undergarments on. “What are these called?” His strained voice hurt his ears.

“This is a chemise and this is a petticoat.”

He curved a hand around her breast through the thin material. Her nipple pearled into his calloused palm. He stroked and tweaked. Taunted and teased.

He kissed her again with the flaming need that burned through him. His hands wiggled under the ties holding her petticoat. It joined her dress on the floor. He lifted from her mouth. The words “I love you” hammered in his head, but he feared breaking the spell they were both under. “Do you know how badly I want you?”

A siren smile on her lips, she lowered herself onto the bed. “As bad as I want you?”

He followed her down. “More.” She nipped at his jaw as he again molded a hand around her breast. “I love your breasts. They’re so beautiful. And your nipples taste so sweet. I want to suck them. Feel them bead against my tongue.”

Her arms ringed his neck and she arched her back. He suckled her through the fabric, extracting those husky moans that drove him mad. His heartbeat, already erratic, pounded harder in his ears.

He pulled the chemise down to reveal her silky shoulder. He nipped and kissed her skin, lower, and then lower still until his lips closed over a naked, rigid nipple. He drew her deep into his mouth, starved for her taste. She grabbed his shoulders as her keening moan crowded the air.

He tugged at the material. She wiggled her arms and shoulders. Finally the chemise was below her breasts. He gently wormed the garment down past her belly. Past her nether hair and glorious pussy until he whisked it off her legs.

Green eyes, darkened to the color of a forest, stared at him. Her nostrils flared. Her lips parted. Her eyelids drooped.

The scent of her, so earthy, yet sweet made him drunk. He palmed her sex, his fingers stroking through her moist womanly folds. He sought and found her clit, that button of pleasure. He flicked it. Her eyes closed on a sharp intake of air.

“You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?”

Her gaze impaled him. “You know I do.”

He dove back to her mouth. Wild. Insistent. She matched his ardor and tore at his shirt. He moved away long enough to yank the garment from his body. Her hands stroked his chest and he gloried in the feel of her small palms against him. He was desperate to be closer. To be inside her.

Leaving her on the bed, he hopped on one foot, pulling at a boot. She laid back, her eyelids sagging, and her sexy legs wide. Then, wanton wench that she was, she tweaked a nipple.

He ceased his frantic movements to gape at her. She pinched the nipple again. Rolled it between her thumb and finger. She closed her eyes as her head dropped back, her whimpered sigh searing his brain.

His growl packed the room. Rose up from the depths of his soul. His cock thundered for release. He wrenched off his boots.

She opened her eyes with a smile. “I want you in my mouth,” she murmured low. “I want to feel you grow thick against my tongue.”

He didn’t pause in the fight to get out of his denims. “That ain’t gonna happen, sweetheart.”

“Why not?”

Freed of his pants, he tossed them aside and towered over her. Her musky feminine perfume enveloped him. Became his air. “Because I’ll come in your mouth instead of your pussy. That what you want?”

In answer, she entwined her arms around his neck and pulled him on top of her.

He chuckled knowingly. “Figured as much.”

Once again, he laid claim to her lips. She thrust her hips up. His engorged cock rubbed through her delicate folds and he quickly rolled to his side. He wouldn’t last two seconds if she kept that up.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” His hand skimmed across her belly as he nipped her jaw line. “I just want to make sure you’re ready for me.”

“If I get any more ready, I’ll explode.”

His fingers toyed with her nether hair as he chuckled again. He slithered down until poised between her legs. He blew against her sensitive skin then licked and sucked her, drinking in the essence that was his wife. She fisted her hands into his hair and moved her hips to the tempo of his tongue stabbing her pussy.

“Logan, please.” Her voice shook. “I need…”

“Want do you need, sweetheart?” he mumbled. “Do you need to come?”

“Y…yes. Please. With you inside me. Now. Please.”

“In good time, sweetheart. All in good time.” He eased a finger deep inside her. “The first time can be painful for a woman.”

“I don’t care.” Her voice sounded like sand.

“But I do care.”

His second finger joined the first. He probed and stretched her internal muscles as his mouth licked and sucked. He rose up. “You’re so tight, sweetheart. So damn tight,” he gritted out. “It’s gonna feel like heaven when I get inside you.”

“Now.” He heard the sob in her voice. “Come into me now.”

“Soon sweetheart.”

He swooped onto her pussy again, hungrier, more demanding. He pulled back her folds to expose her clit. He suckled it into his mouth as his fingers drove in and out of her honeyed canal.

She spread her legs wider, tightened her hands in his hair. Her whole body trembled with tension. “Oh, God, Logan. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

Her cry screamed in his ears. Through his chest. Her release splashed against his tongue. He lapped it up, surprised he didn’t come himself at her reckless reaction.

With her muscles still contracting, he hovered over her, his hands on either side of her face. “Keep your legs open for me.”

She did and her hot breath cooled his face. Pleasure coiled up his spine at the first touch of his cock pushing into her.

“Wider,” he demanded on a stifled whisper. “Hook your feet behind my knees.”

She complied and he pressed forward. The feel of her, so tight, so incredibly tight, sheathing him was beyond ecstasy. He wanted to sink into her, immerse himself in her sweetness. Be baptized by her purity. But he wouldn’t risk harming her.

She thrashed beneath him, her hips bucking upward.

“Slow down, sweetheart,” he croaked.

“I don’t want to slow down.” Raw need rang in her voice. “More,” she begged. Her hands plowed into his buttocks to bring him closer. “I want more.”

She dug her heels into the mattress and he knew she was readying to impale herself on his cock. He gripped her hips to hold her immobile. “Patience,” he gnashed. “I’ll hurt you if I go too fast.”

“I’ll hurt you if you don’t.”

A throttled chuckle escaped him right before his lips kidnapped hers again. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth to silence any more protests. She writhed and wiggled beneath him, but he kept the pressure constant. Controlled.

Her slick juices coated his prick as her contracting sex muscles drew him in. Rapture, pure and simple, encased the head of his throbbing member at the constricted feel of her pussy. He continued to fill her until her startled gasp halted his movement.

He lifted up a fraction. Sweat glistened on her upper lip and her eyes, huge and shiny, pierced him. He caressed her cheek. “I want you to take a deep breath, sweetheart. When you let it out, I’m gonna push past your maiden barrier.”

She licked her lips. “And then I’ll truly be your wife?”

Tears smarted his eyes as he tenderly laid his forehead to hers. “And then you’ll truly be my wife.” He kissed her, as gentle a kiss as he could. “Ready?”

Her nod was wobbly.

“Okay, sweetheart. Grab onto my shoulders and take that big breath for me.”