Page 22 of That Fateful Ride

She discarded her shirt and helped where she could in removing her binding. His large hands ripped the last bit away and she moaned as he palmed a breast. Pleasure and pain—from the rush of returning blood—exploded throughout her as he rolled the nipple in his fingers and tugged lightly on it.

“Oh…I…”

Words wouldn’t come, but they didn’t need to, he understood, tossed their clothing to the side, and laid her back again. This time when his large body covered hers, they were skin to skin. She ran her hands up powerful arms, encouraging him closer until they were chest to chest.

His thickness pressed against her and she instinctively widened her legs more. Cy peppered light kisses all around her mouth as the fingers from one hand drifted through the curls between her legs before dipping inside her.

Her hips bucked and she cried out in pleasure. One finger played with her clit as his touch continued to inflame her until she writhed beneath him, incoherently asking for something she’d never received from another. Something she’d never wanted…until Cy. But this man, she wanted it all.

His rumble of pleasure could be felt as his light kisses changed into something more. Much deeper. Incredibly intense. His tongue dueled with her own embedding his taste further into her as he removed his fingers and replaced them with the broad head of his shaft. She dug her short nails into his back, expectant. Desperate for what was to come.

He nipped her lower lip then lapped the sting away as he surged forward with his hips, sinking into her fully. A bolt of pain pierced her and she stiffened with a gasp.

Cy froze; she could feel him tremble above her. “You were…shit, why didn’t you say anything?”

She tightened her grip on him. “Don’t stop.”

His breath blew across her face and he began to move. She moaned as the pain morphed into pleasure.Oh Lord, no one said it was like this.

Back and forth, he moved and she followed. Sensations new and powerful exploded through her. She felt so full. Breaking the kiss, she buried her face into his shoulder. He smelled of man and sweat.

In and out he stroked, catapulting her closer and closer to the pinnacle she sought. The air filled with a canopy of sounds. The rain, wind, thunder, horses shifting, and the sound of their bodies moving together as one.

“So tight,” he rumbled in her ear. His thrusts came faster and deeper.

She couldn’t hold back anymore. Muscles clenched, she bowed her back, crying out as she shattered. Cy powered twice more before he erupted, coating her womb with his seed.

Out of breath, she lay there; small tremors shook her as she floated down from the cloud of ecstasy he’d taken her to. He lowered more of his weight down and she smiled tiredly at the quickness of his own heartbeat. It was a wondrous feeling being pressed beneath him. He moved off and she felt chilled; however, only momentarily though, for he immediately gathered her and tucked her close.

She didn’t know what to do. He ran a hand up and down her arm. The wind rattled the building and she tensed. Her cut arm throbbed from the hay, which poked her through the blanket, much more noticeable now that she wasn’t in the throes of passion.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” His deep voice was low and soothing.

“No.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Would it have made a difference?” She rested her hand upon his chest.

Cy took a deep breath.He could still smell the lingering culmination of their scents. He hadn’t planned on this happening. Hell, he’d avoided her for this very reason.

She was a virgin.He closed his eyes and continued to stroke up and down her arm.

Ever since he’d discovered she was a woman he’d been having dreams of her. Beneath him, crying his name in pleasure. So today when he saw the storm approaching he’d ridden out to find her. He knew she’d gone to town but honestly, he’d expected her back before then.

She worked hard. Cooked some meals, as promised, in exchange for his silence. Still didn’t stop his concern for her every ride she took and every night she bunked down with other men. He hated it.

Liked the idea even less now. The woman in his arms deserved to be protected and safe.You slept with a rider,his brain reminded him.

Rebecca shifted against him and he remembered she had asked a question.

“Yes.”

“How so?” There was honest curiosity in her voice.

“I would have taken more time to prepare you. Been gentler.”

“So you’ve done it before?”

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