Branded for You (12 page)

“I’m glad you did.” Her voice was low. “I like you a lot, Ryan.”

I’m really starting to care for you, too, she thought. The kind of caring that was dangerous to her heart.

He wrapped one finger in her hair then let his hand slide down to her shoulder. He moved both hands to her breasts again and she caught her breath as he pinched her nipples through her bra. She put her hands over his as he squeezed her breasts and their gazes met and held.

“Don’t stop.” Her throat was dry as she said the words.

He moved his hands up to her bra straps and drew them down, over her shoulders. “The only way I’m stopping is if you tell me to.”

“I’m not going to,” she said. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want you so much that I can hardly bear it.”

“I’m glad you’re here with me. I’ve wanted you all day long, but I didn’t want to take advantage of you.” He kissed her bare shoulder, his mouth whisper soft against her skin. “You’re the most sensual woman I’ve met. Everything about you is sensual.”

His words sent wild sensations spiraling through her. She’d never thought of herself as sensual, but the way he said it made her believe that he meant it.

She tilted her head back as his lips trailed to the hollow of her throat and he flicked his tongue out to taste her salty flesh. He slid his hands from her shoulders and moved them around her and when his fingers reached her bra clasp he deftly unfastened it and tossed her bra aside.

It surprised her that she didn’t feel self-conscious with him anymore. He made her feel beautiful and wanted.

He cupped her large breasts in his hands. “Gorgeous,” he murmured before lowering his head and licking a nipple.

She gasped as he slipped the nipple into his mouth and sucked it. He flicked his tongue across it and she moaned with pleasure. His fingers pinched and pulled her opposite nipple and the sensation of his mouth and hands on her heightened her arousal. He kissed a moist trail to the valley between her breasts then licked her other nipple and sucked.

The light was behind him and it cast light on her but his face was shadowed as he raised his head. He kissed her again and she found she was having a hard time catching her breath as he brought her up hard against him again, her bare breasts pressed into his T-shirt and muscled chest.

He studied her face. “I like it hard and rough, Meg. Can you handle that?”

Her belly flip-flopped at the rough sound and intention in his voice.

“I can handle anything you give to me,” she said. “Anything you want from me.”

“I want it all,” he said before he gave her a fierce kiss. He moved his hands to the button of her jeans and unfastened them before pulling her zipper down. “Sit on the bunk,” he said and guided her back. She sat on the blanket-covered bed that was almost full-sized.

He grasped one of her shoes and she braced her hands on the bed to either side of her as she watched him remove her shoe. He peeled off her sock then picked up her other foot and removed the shoe and sock from it. Her feet were bare and all that was left were her jeans and panties. The moment seemed almost unreal as he started to strip her clothes from her body.

“I can’t help but want to see you naked.” He gently pushed her so that she was now on her back. “I want to look at your beautiful body.”

For a moment she felt that old raw embarrassment from years of thinking that she wasn’t good enough. But those thoughts fled as she met his gaze and saw not only the heat of desire and a look of reverence, but caring, too.

He grasped the waistband of her jeans and tugged them down, and she raised her hips to make it easier for him. He revealed her silky black panties as he pulled the jeans all the way off then let them drop to the floor. She was left in only her panties. Her heart beat faster as he slid those off of her, too.

He put his knee between her thighs, parting them wide as he stepped between them. He studied her as she lay naked on the bunk, spread out before him, and his eyes smoldered with desire. She bit her lower lip as she looked up at him, wanting him so badly that she could barely lie still.

The rough material of his jeans brushed the insides of her thighs as he lowered himself so that he could brace himself over her, his hands to either side of her shoulders. He kissed her hard, his lips taking control of hers as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

When her head was spinning from his kiss, he rose up and took her hands in his and brought her up to stand with him. He brought her naked body tight against his, his T-shirt rubbing her nipples and his jeans abrading her soft skin.

His hands slipped into her hair and grasped a handful, then pulled her head back, catching her off guard. “I told you I like it hard and rough.” His gaze held hers. “Are you sure you can handle me?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Louder, Megan,” he said. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want it rough and hard.” She swallowed. “I can handle anything.”

His stare was primal, almost wild. With her head still pulled back, he kissed her throat, biting her with small nips of his teeth and tongue. She clung to his biceps as his mouth reached her nipple and then she cried out when he lightly bit it.

He released her hair as he stepped back and pulled his T-shirt over his head and ditched it. He took her into his arms and her nipples brushed his bare chest as he moved her around so that he could sit on the bunk and take off his boots and socks.

“I want you to play with your breasts.” His words were a demand.

Embarrassment flooded her. She’d never touched herself in front of a man.

“Come on, Megan.” One of his boots thumped on the camper floor as he let it drop.

She raised her hands and brought them to her breasts and pushed them together so that her cleavage was deep and her nipples jutted out. She rolled her nipples between her fingers and was surprised at how erotic it felt playing with herself with a man watching. With Ryan watching.

“That’s it,” he murmured as he let his other boot drop to the floor. “Now touch yourself between your thighs.”

Heat flushed through her and she hesitated again.

“You said you could do anything I wanted of you,” he said. “I want to see you do it.”

She bit the inside of her lip as she slowly let one of her hands slide from her breast, down her belly to the juncture of her thighs. He gave a nod as she watched him and she slipped her finger into her wet folds.

As she moved her finger over her clit, she felt unbelievably aroused. There was something about doing this with a man she cared about, who she was sure cared about her.

“Keep playing with your nipple, too.” His voice was rough as he stood and unfastened his belt buckle while he watched her. He pulled his belt out of its loops and held the long strap in both hands.

Her knees felt almost weak from need as she slid her fingers in and out of her folds and played with her nipple as he watched. He stepped forward and looped the belt around her shoulders, catching her off guard as he pinned her arms to her sides and jerked her to him.

With her arms pinned, she couldn’t touch herself anymore. He had her in his control. He moved his hand down and slid his fingers into her folds and this time her knees almost gave out.

“Nice,” he murmured. “You’re so wet. I could slide into you right now and take you ’til you scream. Is that what you want?”

She swallowed and nodded as his touch brought her closer to orgasm.

“Say it.” He moved his lips to her ear. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“I want you to take me.” The words came out soft at first, but then she spoke a little louder. “I want you to take me hard.”

His smile was so carnal, so heated, that she found herself coming closer to orgasm as he rubbed her clit.

“Do you want to come?” he asked as he watched her.

She stared into his eyes. “Yes.”

“You’re going to have to wait. I’m not going to let you come yet.” He slipped his fingers out of her folds and she gasped at the sudden loss of contact.

He cupped the side of her face and kissed her. She moaned as he devoured her lips and made her feel like he was showing her how much he cared. Tender yet insistent.

When he took a step back, he moved his belt from her shoulders and fastened it around her at her waist and elbows. Then he watched her as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them over his hips along with his boxer briefs, then kicked them aside.

His body was magnificent, power evident in his corded muscles. They were well defined, tense, and his jaw was tight as he clenched his hands at his sides like he was going to lose control. A light sprinkling of hair was on his chest and his features were dark and intense.

She looked at the length and girth of his cock—he was so big. She ached between her thighs at the thought of having him inside her.

He stepped closer and took her by her shoulders. “On your knees,” he said, the power in his voice sending a shiver down her spine.

With her elbows pinned to her waist she felt off balance as she started to kneel, but he steadied her as he continued to hold her by the shoulders while she went down.

When she was on her knees, his cock was before her face. She tilted her head back and looked into his eyes, feeling as if she needed to wait for his next instructions.

“Suck my cock.” He pressed his erection against her lips. “I know you want to.”

“Yes,” she said and he pushed his cock into her mouth.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her hair back again. “I want to see your eyes as you go down on me.”

His control excited her in ways she had never imagined.

She took him deep as he guided her with his hand on the back of her head, and she was still unable to move her arms. He tasted salty and good and she loved the way he watched her with fierce intensity.

He might like being rough and dominant during sex, but she could tell that there was more to it with him. Sex wasn’t just sex between them. She felt it with everything she had.

“That feels so damn good.” Then his expression grew almost pained as his jaw tensed and he gritted his teeth. He pulled her head back farther and drew his cock out of her mouth. “I don’t want to come yet. I want to take you hard.”

“Yes,” she whispered as she looked up at him.

He released her hair and caressed the back of her head then took her by the shoulders. “I want you to stand.” When she was on her feet, he kissed her. “That was so hot,” he murmured as he drew away. “Watching my cock going in and out of your mouth.”

She licked her lips. “I loved it.”

He unfastened the belt from around her arms and waist. “Sit on the edge of the bunk then lie on your back.”

She obeyed and he knelt between her knees, pushing them apart with his big shoulders. She tingled between her thighs as his naked body pressed against her bare skin and she ached for his touch.

As she watched him, he slid two fingers into her core and her eyes widened as she arched into his touch. He started moving his fingers in and out, down to his knuckles. With his eyes fixed on hers, he lowered his head and licked her folds in one long swipe.

Her cry was almost a shout from the sensations that hit her hard. As he licked and sucked her clit he reached up and palmed her breasts and played with her nipples.

Fire seared her as she began approaching orgasm at once. She came closer and closer to the peak, light growing brighter in her mind.

“That’s it,” he murmured as he raised his head. “I want you to come.”

He made a rumbling sound as he put his mouth back on her and sucked her clit.

She came so hard her hips bucked against his face. Every sensation, every thought spiraled in her mind as her body shuddered from the power of her climax. He continued to lick her until she couldn’t take anymore.

Her body was still throbbing as he rolled her onto her belly. “On your knees.”

She started to get on all fours but he braced his hand on the back of her head and held her down in a dominant hold so that she was on her knees, her face against the blanket, her forearms on the bed. He was still standing, the bunk at the perfect height to take her from behind.

He released her head and she heard the sound of a foil packet tearing. Her heartbeat sounded louder in her ears as she felt his cock pressing against the entrance to her core.

She started to raise her head to get on her hands and knees and rock back, but he put his hand on her neck, holding her down as he grasped her hip with his other hand.

He drove in hard and fast. She cried out from the sudden fullness and the depth that he reached. He started thrusting in and out and she moaned from the incredible feel of his cock inside her. His hips slammed against her ass and his hand gripped her tight.

“Do you like that, baby?” He continued taking her hard. “Do you like it rough?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes.”

He drew his cock out of her. “On your back now.”

She obeyed and looked into his eyes and saw the wild light there that made the flutters in her belly even more frantic. He drew her legs around his waist as he pressed between her thighs. She crossed her ankles behind him as he drove in and out of her so hard her breasts bounced with every thrust.

He leaned over her and grasped her large breasts in his hands and pinched her nipples as he took her. She loved the feeling of him inside her, loved the way he looked at her. More than lust was in his eyes…a deep intense look of caring was there, too. He might like it hard and rough, but he also shared a connection with her that was almost tangible.

A climax came rushing toward her as their gazes held, and then she came with a cry that had to have echoed through the forest. The look in his eyes made the orgasm even stronger and it seemed to carry on longer than she ever remembered happening before. It was the most amazing orgasm she’d ever felt.

She watched as his jaw tensed and the look in his eyes somehow grew darker than before.

He came with a growl, a rumbling sound that sent vibrations through her. He moved in and out of her as he stretched out her orgasm along with his. She thought that neither of their orgasms would ever end. They seemed to last forever.