Falling For A Redneck (7 page)

The tears in her eyes, the pain that his ice princess hid from, proved his undoing. What started out as him coming over to give an apology ended in a kiss. But he’d kind of expected that to happen. Hoped it would as a matter of fact.

He couldn’t stop himself. The pull he felt toward her
was stronger than that of any magnet. No matter how wrong getting involved with her might be, he had to taste her again. Show her that caring could feel good.

H
er hands pushed at his shoulders, a feeble denial. He released her lips but kept his arms around her, hugging her close.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, confusion clouding her eyes, her tone soft and almost lost.

“Kissing you,” he said, his lips tingling and yearning to return to hers.

“Why?”

The truth? “Because I want to.” Had to. He needed…

He
dipped his head to claim her lips again. She held herself stiffly in his arms, but her lips were pliant under his. As he coaxed them with his own, teasing her bottom lip between his, she grew soft in his embrace.

He gave a grunt of satisfaction when her arms
came around him, clasping him tight and pressing her body firmly up against his. His lips pressed hard against hers, a forceful branding that he couldn’t help. A part of him wanted to claim this woman, to imprint himself on her so she’d stop pushing him away.
Let me in.

It worked.
Her rigid frame relaxed, and her mouth pressed back just as firmly, her arms curled around him, grasping at his shoulders, her passion finally unleashed. Fire consumed them both, and when her mouth opened, allowing him to slip a wet tongue to rub against hers, he crushed her even closer to him, cursing the layers of clothing that prevented them from being flesh to flesh.

Feeling her crane to kiss him, he lifted her off the floor, pushing her back up against the wall. This brought her to just the right height for him to grind his pelvis against hers. She moaned and arched into him, setting his blood boiling.

Dirk sensed himself losing control, overwhelmed at the passion his ice princess hid beneath her cool exterior. A passion he needed more of.

Her long, limber legs wrapped around his waist, making her nightgown ride up on her thighs, baring them. He could feel her molten core pressing against his rigid cock.

S
he felt so fucking good. So hot and ready.
I want to sink inside her. Feel that heat clinging to me.

With o
ne strong arm holding her, he fumbled with his belt and the fly of his jeans. His prick sprang forward, slapping against her wet invitation, and she moaned against his mouth, wiggling her hips in acceptance.

I can’t wait. I have to have her. Now!

He s
lid into her snug, wet sheath, and his knees almost buckled at the sweetness, the heat of her sex. She gripped him tightly with her arms and legs while biting and licking his neck. Dirk threw his head back, the cords in his neck bulging with the strain of holding himself in check, a harder feat than he would have imagined. Being buried to the hilt in her was an unexpected paradise that made him want to blow--but only if she came with him.

With her back pressed against the wall and his hands cupping her firm ass cheeks—two perfect globes meant for grabbing—he pumped her hard and fast. He slammed his cock in and out of her, her mewling cries and the moistness of her flesh driving him mad. Her sex gripped him tight, and as she squeezed even more around him, he almost lost it. Grimacing with the pleasure and pain of holding back, he slowed his pace, tilted his angle, and found the sweet spot he’d been looking for.

Fingers claw
ed at his back as he bumped against her G-spot, over and over. When she convulsed and screamed, her moist flesh pulsing around him, he bellowed seconds later, shooting deep inside her. Wave after wave of bliss crashed through him, making his legs almost buckle. Dirk shuddered at the intense pleasure he found in her body, a pleasure she felt equally, judging by her trembling and uneven breath. He cradled her close to him, his face buried in the sweet scent of her silken hair.

Then reality nudged him and reminded him of one important fact
he’d forgotten in his mindless pursuit of pleasure. Dirk hadn’t just had the most mind-blowing orgasm ever; he’d also forgotten protection.

“
Shoot, princess,” he whispered against her hair, kissing her temple lightly. “Sorry, I lost control there. Please tell me you’re on the pill.”

And with those words, the ice princess
returned, and he almost got frostbite, her frozen shell rose so fast, hiding the glorious passionate woman he’d made love to a short moment ago.

“No need to worry,” she
answered, her face a blank mask as she unwrapped her legs from around his waist. Not understanding her sudden shift in mood, he let her slide down and made no move to stop her when she moved away with unsteady steps.

“I think you should leave now
.” Her cool tone proved at odds with her passion-tousled hair and swollen, well-kissed lips.

Dirk wanted to yell at her and ask her what the hell was wrong now
. They’d both just shared an intense moment. She couldn’t deny that. Why retreat into bitch mode again? But looking at her face, her lower lip trembling slightly, Dirk decided to give her the space she requested. Something he’d said or done had triggered this mood, and much as he wanted to shake her and make her tell him what bothered her, he wouldn’t. He couldn’t, after all, expect to completely melt her in one day or after one lovemaking session, even one as explosive as they’d shared. But get through to her he would because he had a feeling that, once he chipped away the shell she kept herself encased in, she’d end up well worth the work.

In that moment
, he also made a vow.
I will find out who hurt you
, so he could beat the living daylights out of the bastard.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said with a suggestive leer and a wink he knew would drive her crazy. Before she could reply, he walked out and left her with her mouth hanging open. She might have kicked him out for the moment, but she’d soon find out he wasn’t so easy to get rid of.

Once the door closed, Marissa stood there for a moment in the hall, still stunned by what had just happened.

Oh my
God, I can’t believe we just did it like that up against the wall. I never do stuff like that. Not even with my ex-husband.

A
nd she wanted to do it again. Who wouldn’t? She’d just enjoyed the most intense and satisfying sex ever.

The strength he had
—my God, he held me up like I was some dainty little thing, so effortlessly. And his size—I never believed bigger truly was better
. Marissa blushed at her own thoughts, but it was true. His size had made all the difference. For the first time ever, she’d orgasmed through sex. Previously she’d required manual stimulation to achieve that feat. He’d done it by just kissing her and pounding her.

Then there was his dominant handling of the situation. Hot and arousing, his mastery of her confused her even as she craved an encore.

Marissa wandered down the hall in a daze, unsure what to do next. She knew she should shower. His scent, a masculine thing comprised of a sharp men’s cologne and sweat, clung to her, as did the erotic smell of her pussy—and she liked it. Liked it enough that she walked right past the bathroom and stripped naked. She flopped on her bed, rubbing her body on the sheets, covering them with his scent. Don’t get her wrong, she still hated him—kind of. But God, she loved his body and what it could make hers feel.

Marissa squirmed on her sheets, sexually satisfied
, but somehow aching for more. Her passion had wakened, and like a slumbering beast after a long hibernation, it wanted feeding.

Between her legs,
moisture pooled just thinking of how Dirk had felt sheathed inside her. She reached a trembling hand down and touched herself with a gasp. Under her questing fingers, her flesh felt swollen, and the slightest touch of her finger sent a jolt of pleasure through her. As she rubbed her clit with slow, circular strokes, she closed her eyes and remembered the euphoria of him pumping her with his thick cock. So hard and filling her up so tightly.

Her breath quickened
as her fingers rubbed frantically between her legs. With her other hand, she reached down to slide two fingers in, their presence not as thick as his prick, but the memory of it was enough. With a little cry, she came again, her muscles squeezing damply around her inserted fingers.

Marissa lay back on her bed, feeling a little dizzy.
Oh, I am in lust
, she mentally moaned. She hadn’t orgasmed in so long, and here she’d done it twice in one eve. Hell, she hadn’t masturbated since her teenage years. And it was all his fault. Him with his big sexy body and not taking no for an answer. Just thinking of him made her tingle again, and Marissa groaned, burying her face into her pillow.

So much for
screwing him and getting him out of her system. It looked like her body still craved more.
Oh God, how will I be able to face him again? Now that he’s had me, he’ll probably stay away.
Marissa was convinced he wouldn’t feel the same way. A guy like that probably could have any woman he wanted. Why had he chosen her? Probably the challenge of seducing an ice princess, as he liked to call her.

Or could he possibly care? He had
, after all, said he’d see her tomorrow. Not exactly what he’d say if this was a one-time thing for both of them, right?
But we won’t have sex again. Will we?
They certainly couldn’t start doing this daily. Or could they? The way her body purred and ached right now, maybe twice a day would be a plan.

The next morning Dirk woke to the sound of Teletoon, which was really disconcerting considering he sported a raging hard-on under the covers. He’d had a pleasant night of erotic dreams featuring Marissa, his ice princess.

A part of him wished he could go over there right now and wake her up and show her how much she affected him
. However, the boys probably wanted breakfast. So much for morning nookie.

He threw on a pair of track pants and wandered downstairs.

“Morning, you little rascals,” he called out to them.

“Morning,” they sang back, not once turning from the antics of
Phineas and Ferb on the screen.

Dirk got the coffeepot going and then wandered out onto the front porch to get his Sunday paper. Bending over to grab it, he caught
a glimpse of a person ducking down out of sight in a dark Cadillac across the street.

What the hell?

He went back into the house, shut the front door, and then stepped to the side so he could peer through the side glass at the car across the road. A head popped back into view, wearing dark glasses and a visored ball cap.

Surveillance?
Dirk felt himself break out into a cold sweat. Surely they hadn’t followed him. He’d kept his word and stuck to his story.
I’m no snitch.
Deserved or not, he’d done his time and, once they let him out, left his old life behind to start anew.
Don’t tell me they’ve followed me out here, not after all this time.

T
he more he watched the person in the car, he realized that maybe he had it wrong. The boys he used to run with wouldn’t be caught dead in a Caddy, not to mention subtlety had never been one of their strong points.

Curious, Dirk stayed at the window
spying on the watcher. Not once did the person look over at his house, and Dirk let out a sigh of relief but then knotted his brow as he realized the watcher seemed fixated on the house next door.
My ice princess’ house.

Did she have a stalker? Hard to think of her attracting the attention of someone like that, but then again, she was a mighty attractive woman. Dirk cracked his knuckles; they’d better look elsewhere if that was the case.
She’s mine now.
When and where he’d decided that, he didn’t care to dwell on. He just knew in that moment, until he’d had more time, she was his.

Maybe the
mysterious person was casing out the joint. Home invasions were a much more frequent occurrence nowadays. In which case, they’d be in even worse trouble once he got his hands on them. Dirk couldn’t abide petty thieves.
Lazy bastards.

Or maybe
Marissa is a secret spy in disguise, and the bad guys have found her. Ha! My prim and proper ice princess doesn’t have the imagination to lead a double life.

But just in case the mysterious watcher was up
to no good, Dirk would keep a close eye. After all, when the guy saved the girl, didn’t he always get lucky?

The ache in his groin sure hoped so. Just one taste and already he felt addicted.

With
her grocery list in her purse and her ecological shopping bags tucked under her arm, Marissa was ready to do her weekly shopping. She came out of her house and locked it while carefully avoiding any stray glances at
his
house. It took some effort. She’d spent half the night dreaming about Dirk, tasting him this time. Having him in her bed, at her mercy to play with. Being at his mercy.

She’d even go
ne so far as to wonder what it would be like to have been married to a man like him instead of her asshole of an ex. Pleasant fantasies of being a mom to the boys and having a cookie-cutter life like June Cleaver. Such a bittersweet fantasy and a dream that would never come true, not for a person like her.

As she hit
the unlock button on her key fob, the lights on her car blinked, and she heard the electronic whir as the locks disengaged. Marissa clambered into her car and checked her mirrors then buckled before starting the car and putting it into reverse. She had to wait, though, as a dark sedan pulled away from the curb across the street and rolled up the street. Marissa eased off the brake and reversed down the driveway carefully. Accident free, and planning to stay that way to keep her premiums down. Not to mention, getting parts for her older car would prove practically impossible. Coast clear, she shifted into drive and started up the street when she remembered. She’d forgotten to grab her dry cleaning. Dammit.

Unbuckling her seat belt, she shifted t
he car into reverse. She turned around in her seat to watch as she eased backward up the street to her house, carefully watching for traffic. Once she reached her house, she shifted into drive again to pull into her laneway. She gave the car a little bit of gas to get up the slope, but the engine roared, and the car jerked forward.

Quickly letting go of the gas, Marissa hit the brake, but the pedal sank to the floor without any counter pressure and
, worse, without slowing down her car. Out of control and with a mind of its own, the car sped up the driveway and crashed hard into her garage door, denting it. Not that she noticed. Marissa flew forward, her head smacking hard against the steering wheel.

Should have gotten the air bags
, she thought groggily then passed out.