Page 6 of Stranded on the Prairie
I draw in a sharp breath, a heat boiling over in my belly. In all this madness, all this chaos, all this confusion, there is a part of me that still makes sense – a pure, needy, wanting part of me that seems to be the only thing I can cling to right now.
And I’m going to cling to it with everything I’ve got.
Before I can stop myself, I lift my hand to his face and kiss him. His mouth is rough, his tongue parting my lips at once, and his grip tightens on my waist as he pulls me against him roughly.
I can feel the pressure of him through his pants, the hardness already grinding into my bare hip, and the shirt rides up to reveal that I am entirely naked.
He lets out something between a groan and a growl against my mouth as he moves his knee between my legs, parting them easily as he reaches his hand to caress me.
I am already slick with desire for him, my want pooling between my thighs, undeniable. His fingers glide along the outside of my folds for a moment, and then, he rolls on top of me.
He pins me to the bed in a sudden rush of passion that would be almost frightening if it wasn’t so entirely thrilling.
He kicks down his pants just far enough that he can take himself into his hand, the covers falling away to expose our bodies tangled together, and I lift my hips, teetering pleasure pulsing right there as I wait for him to enter me.
I might not know why I’m here, but I know that I want him, and I will take anything I can get right now to hang on to.
He pulls my leg a little further and guides himself to my entrance, sinking into me up to the hilt in one motion. My eyes widen and a gasp escapes my lips as I wind my legs around him, snaking into him, pulling him as close as I can.
He presses his forehead to mine, his hands travelling all over my body like he hasn’t had a chance to touch someone like this in longer than he’d care to remember. The thought of him taking out all that frustration and desire on me gets me off like nothing else.
It’s as though this gorgeous man has been waiting for me to appear out of nowhere and gift him something he couldn’t have even imagined.
Our bodies are flush together as he moves into me, and the noises he make sound like they would have been more suited to an animal than a man.
This feels good in ways that nothing ever has before, like we were made to fit together like this, my body invented to invite his as deep as I can take it. I slide my fingers into his hair to guide his face to mine and kiss him deeply again, our tongues moving against each other like I’m trying to find a language to speak that would make all of this make sense...
And then, all at once, he drives himself into me one more time, grinding his hips deep against mine, and I feel the sudden twitch of him within me – the warmth of his manhood filling me to the brim. And it’s that, for as reckless as it is, that takes me where I need to go, a last cry escaping my lips as I finally give in and let the pleasure take complete control of me.
My body spasms against his, thighs trembling as my hands move across his strong back and shoulders, taking him in as though he is the only thing that matters.
And, as I hold him there, it’s easy for me to believe he is. I might not have a damn clue what is going on here, but I know that this feels right.
And God knows I will take whatever I can get right now.
CHAPTER 4
Riley
When I wake the next morning, it takes my exhausted mind a moment to figure out where the hell I am.
And then, it all comes flooding back to me. The fall into the river, waking up in the storm, Wyatt’s strong arms around me as he took me home. Cora, telling me about time travel, about the fact that I see to have travelled centuries into the past with no warning. And now...
And now, this.
Waking up in his bed, surrounded by the scent of him, like it’s seeped into my damn bones. I lift my head from the pillow and look around, but there is no sign of him.
I hear movement from next door, and glance around to find some clothes I can slip into so I won’t be wandering through this place utterly exposed. Once I am dressed, I emerge out into the living room, where Wyatt is stooped over the fire, a tin cup in one hand.
I pause for a moment and just look at him. God knows he’s not the kind of guy I’d have anything to do with back home. The few guys I’ve dated in the city, they’ve been kind of like me – into yoga, meditation, travel, that kind of thing.
It’s never worked out in the long-term, but that’s just because I love my independence so much.
Not that I’m going to have much of that here now, I suppose. He glances up when he hears the floorboard creak, and stands up, holding out a cup to me. I stare down into it – it smells like coffee, but not the good kind.
"I’m okay," I reply, lifting my hand.
"You need to have something."
