Page 15 of Prairie Nights

“I want you too, Whitney.” he replied, the intense heat between them sparking like firecrackers.

She ran her hands through his hair, tugging at it playfully, making his breath catch as she breathed out the words he had waited to hear. “Make love to me tonight.”

Eyes locked on hers, Hayden rose to his feet, taking her hand and pulling her up to join him. Running his hands over her sides, his fingertips found the hem of her shirt as he slowly lifted it over her head and tossed it towards the chair by the window. She wore a black lace bra that barely held her perfect curves. He ran his large hands over her arms and up her sides, before tangling them in her hair, pulling her into him for a long, languid kiss. The kiss was deep and sensual, and his groin tightened as their embrace heated. Parting her lips, she let his tongue explore her mouth, showing her without words everything he wanted to do to her tonight. She moaned sweetly, and he swallowed her moan with his lips. Reaching behind him, he pulled his sweatshirt over his head, baring himself to her. She flashed him a look of approval as she ran her hands over his muscles, mapping each edge and angle with her fingertips. He closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of her touch. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her pert breasts were full and soft, peaked with rosy nipples made his mouth water. He looked down at her, so vulnerable and trusting, half naked in front of him. He had never seen a woman more beautiful than Whitney Faris.

“Lay back on the bed, gorgeous.” He ordered softly as he got down on his knees in front of her and reached for the button on her jeans. “Let me help you out of these.”

Whitney let out a sharp giggle, remembering how hard they were to put on. “Good luck,” she replied. “They’re extremely tight.”

“Oh, I noticed,” he confirmed with a husky laugh. “But damn, they’re sexy.”

Whitney smiled up at him as he unzipped the fly and eased them over her hips and down her toned legs, coming off with shocking ease. His wanton gaze raked over her body as his eyes settled on the black lace thong and the treasure that awaited within.

“Your turn,” she whispered, meeting his hungry gaze. He unbuttoned his jeans and removed them, then lowered his boxers, freeing himself from their restraint.

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Whitney’s eyes roamed down Hayden’s magnificent body, unapologetically taking in every inch of powerful perfection. Her core pulsed in anticipation of the pleasure she knew he could bring her as she grew wet with wanton need. Reaching down, he hooked his thumbs under the sides of her thong and slowly removed them, leaving her bare.

“Slide up on the bed,” he ordered, his voice low and sexy. She shimmied herself till she was in the middle, and he climbed onto the bed, coming over her, the heat of his body scorching her skin as he hovered above her with his strong arms. Whitney loved the feel of his body on hers and her breath caught as she felt his hardness between them. Capturing her lips, he kissed her long and deep, the sensual feel of his tongue caressing hers driving her wild.

“I want you to feel good tonight,” he said between deliciously passionate kisses. “Just tell me what you like, okay?”

Abandoning her lips, he planted hot kisses down her neck, making her skin raise with goosebumps. His tongue traced the hollow of her throat, which unexpectedly caused a bolt of sensation between her legs. A newfound erogenous zone. She writhed beneath his touch as he licked his way down to her breast and gently massaged it taking the nipple into his mouth. He sucked it gently at first, grazing the peak with his teeth, then sucked harder, making her core quiver with pleasure.

“Hayden, that feels so good,” she panted, giving in to the desire he was creating.

He worshipped one breast, then the other until she was teetering so close to the edge she wanted to cry. Rubbing his thumb over her taut nipple. He sucked it in again, circling it with his tongue as he played with the other sensitive peak, causing her to moan and bow off the bed as pleasure rolled through her body. Continuing his attention on her breasts, he reached between her legs, massaging the soft folds drenched from her desire. She parted her legs, allowing him access as he dragged out her climax, making her legs shake from the intensity. Coming down from her high, she turned, meeting him with hazy lust drunk eyes.

“That was beautiful,” he said, staring at her with reverence. “Have you ever been able to orgasm that way?”

She shook her head. Her experience in the bedroom was, in one word, limited. “I haven’t exactly had that much experience,” she confessed, transfixing her gaze on him. “Other than my ex, there has only been you.”

Hayden’s eyes flashed with surprise at her confession and Whitney turned her head, covering her eyes with her arm. “I realize it’s strange that I’m 34 and I’ve only had two sexual partners.”

Hayden lifted her arm off her eyes so he could meet them and gave her a sweet smile. “It’s not strange, Whitney. You value yourself and your body and you’re not willing to give all of you to just anyone. You should be proud of that.”

Whitney searched his eyes, seeing he meant each word. Hayden respected her and he wasn’t taking their intimacy lightly. Where did this incredible man come from? She had been so wrong about Hayden. He wasn’t a playboy or just out to bed her. He was selfless, tender, and made her feel truly wanted for the first time in her life. If her experiences had taught her anything, it was that she deserved to be loved and cherished. Love? Am I falling for Hayden? Surprised that the word love had floated into her consciousness, she suddenly felt hopeful. Maybe Hayden was that second chance she had hoped to find one day. How he listened to her story tonight and even after sharing everything with him, he still wanted her. It wasn’t just about their physical connection anymore. They were now emotionally bonded to one another, and for her, that made tonight a turning point in their relationship.

Whitney shifted towards him, bringing herself closer, and reached down to stroke his manhood. He felt so good in her hands, smooth and hard as steel. “I want you inside me, Hayden. Now, please.”

Rolling off the bed, he returned with a condom in his hand.

“Let me,” she offered,sitting up and plucking the packet from his fingers. Her eyes never leaving his as she opened the pack with her teeth and pulled out the condom, sliding it down his length with one swift move. He let out a groan at her touch and, once fully sheathed, covered her with his powerful body. Her legs fell open, allowing him to nestle at her apex. Brushing her hair from her face, he looked deep into her eyes, his gaze intense and dark with need. Lowering his lips to hers, he kissed her with conviction, like if he didn’t kiss her now, he would never have the chance again. Their kiss was hot and needy. As he pressed his hips into her, breaching her entrance. The exquisite feel of him filling her, stretching her, was too much, yet not enough. She moved her hips, desperately needing the friction. Pulling back and plunging deeper with each delicious slide, they set a steady rhythm, both giving and taking what they needed from each other. Whitney could feel the sizzle start in her core, and she knew another release was building. The slick heat of Hayden’s strong body moving above her was intoxicating, as he rocked into her with long deep strokes that drove her higher with every grind and press of his hips.

He hitched her legs over his shoulders, pressing deeper still, and she ignited. Her inner walls clenching him like a vice, as wave after wave of pleasure took her under. Drowning in the feel of her release, she let out a raspy cry, his body shuddering as he followed her to the crashing waves below.

CHAPTER 7

Hayden collapsed to the side, satiated, and spent and pulled Whitney into him. She intertwined her legs with his and they lay there quietly for a moment, catching their breaths, a sheen of sweat covering their naked bodies. Whitney shivered, and Hayden pulled her in tighter. “Are you cold, gorgeous?” She nodded, giving in to another shiver. “Okay, let’s get under the covers and I’ll warm you up.”

Rising from the bed, he pulled back the covers, and she scrambled underneath while he disposed of the condom and joined her under the comforter. “Better?” he asked, nestling her into him, his strong arms around her.

“Yes,” she sighed, snuggling into him deeper, her body wrapped around his.

They lay there in silence for a long time and Hayden’s mind drifted off into a state of bliss as he reflected on the incredible woman in his arms. Whitney was so much more than he thought she was when they first met. Obviously, she was this stunning, kick ass woman who had the strength to hold her own, but she was also sweet, vulnerable, and guarded. A lot more complex than he had thought. He understood how she may be difficult for some men to understand, but to him, all those qualities she possessed added to her beauty. He loved her layers, and he wanted to continue to peel them back. Love? Was he falling for Whitney? Never had that word crept into any other relationship he had. And now it was the first word he thought of when he thought of her.

“What are you thinking?” she asked, lacing her fingers with his as they rested over his chest.

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