To Wed a Wanton Woman (16 page)

“Patience, sweetheart, we have all night.”
He picked up his drink and finished it in one swallow.

“I swear I will make your wedding night
miserable if you put a brick in your hat. Drunks are clumsy.” She narrowed her
eyes and took his glass away.

“I’ll try not to disappoint.” He winked
trying not to reveal his genuine concern. “But when you expect too much, you’re
usually disappointed.”

Sitting on the edge of the sofa, Marion reached behind her head and unclasped the hook at the neckline of her dress. “I
want to bathe.” She gave him her back. “Will you unbutton me?”

Train’s fingers fumbled with the buttons of
her dress, finally managing to complete the task. He separated the fabric and
ran his hand down the ladder of her spine. While still sitting beside her, he
tasted the skin between her shoulder blades.

Marion
pulled her hair around to fall in front of her shoulder. Lowering her chin, she
gave Train more skin to explore with his mouth. His hand reached around the
front of her throat while his mouth moved across the top of her shoulder. The
front of her dress fell forward to her waist, exposing her breasts to the cool
air in the room. He glanced over her shoulder as her nipples pucker.

“It was a hot bath you wanted.”

“I hate you,” she said after he left her
side.

Train chuckled and Marion gulped her drink.
If she felt as he did, the burn would only increase the heat already simmering
in his balls and sizzling through him.

Marion
righted her dress and retrieved her carpetbag. Opening the door to the bedroom,
she stood still and stared at the bed. Her life had been hard that the simple
pleasure of a soft bed could make her eyes glassy with unshed tears.

Filled with earthy tones of brown and tan,
this room was similar to the one they’d shared before. The dresser was made of
a rich mahogany as well as the four-post bed frame. A caramel and chocolate
colored bearskin lay across the top of the bed.

 “Your bath is ready.” Train came up behind
her and wrapped his arm around her midsection. He knew she wanted to drop her
clothes and get on the bed, but he wouldn’t. He’d never treat her the way men
treated her at the brothel.

Train pushed the dress off her shoulders and
turned her to face him. She stood still as if waiting for his touch. His
heartbeat pounded in his head while his gaze wandered, detailing her contours. With
the slightest tug, her dress fell to the floor and pooled around her feet. Wearing
nothing underneath, she stood naked before him.

“Feeling a bit ambitious?” He tentatively
touched the swell of her breast. She swayed into him. “I’m pleased.” He bent
and stroked one of the raised peaks with his tongue.

She pulled his head to her mouth and
attempted to take a step backward toward the bed.

“Uh uh,” he said while he slid his tongue
against hers. He kissed her deeply then pulled away. “Your bath is growing
cold.”

“To hell with the bath, and don’t talk to me
any more about patience.” She smothered his protests with her mouth.

Train lifted her into his arms and carried
her to the large claw foot tub filled with steaming water. “What, no bubbles?”
she complained, stepping into the water.

“Soak for a minute. I’ll be right back.”

Train stepped back into the parlor and took
a deep breath. The walls were closing in on him. Time for the honeymoon and he
was starting to doubt he’d be able to perform.

Marion
sank into the water until she submerged to her neck. After Train left the room,
she put her head under the water and wet her hair. It was obvious her body had
a profound effect on his. She wanted to exploit the opportunity having Train
watch her in the bath.

Disappointed because he hadn’t made love to
her, yet anticipation mounted. Wound so tight, she could feel her muscles
starting to cramp. Yes, the bath felt good. Moreover, at some point tonight, so
would Train.

“Hello,” she called when she smelled tobacco
smoke coming from the front room. “What about me?”

He approached and leaned his shoulder
against the doorjamb. While he’d been in the living room, he’d taken off his
shirt. The sun-kissed, corded muscles of his stomach covered by a thin trail of
crisp hair, created a tingle in Marion’s belly.

“Did you need something?” His rich voice
resonated with implications.

“Yes, I need you to get into this tub with
me, for a start.” Train let the cigarette dangle from his mouth as his trousers
fell to the floor.

She almost leapt from the tub when she saw
him standing before her naked and fully aroused.

“Make room,” he said and slid in behind her.

Marion
took the cigarette and inhaled. Now leaning her back against his chest, his
arms wrapped around her middle, and his erection rigid against her, she was
glad she stayed right where she was.

She held the cigarette while he inhaled. “I’m
amazed I could be so happy when I just lost my oldest and dearest friend.” She
let her head rest against him while her fingers absently ran along his forearm.

Train took the cigarette and tossed it into
the commode. Shifting her, he held her jaw while touching his tongue to her
upper lip. As her mouth opened, his hand lifted her breast, rubbing the tip
with his thumb. Her body slid against his as she wrapped her fingers around his
girth.

Marion
moaned as he lifted her from the tub. Dripping water across the floor, he
carried her to the rug in front of the fireplace. Flames licked the wood. Pops
and crackles broke the silence of the room. While she’d soaked, he had brought
the pillows and the bearskin from the bed and made a place for them on the
floor. He dropped to his knees and carefully placed her on the rug.

Train didn’t speak as he ran his hand along
her rib cage. Cupping her hip with his palm, he brought his mouth to her
stomach and licked water from her navel. Slowly, he worked his way up, licking
water droplets from her body. He closed his lips over her nipple, sucking her
breast into his mouth, and tasting her hot smooth flesh. He gently bit the tip
and Marion moaned, her back arching.

His woman. He tightened his hold and kissed
his way to her other breast. Marion’s breath grew shallow. She raised her arms
above her head. Train slid his lips along her neck, touching the shell of her
ear with the tip of his tongue. “Are you wet?” He palmed her mound and traced
her folds with a fingertip.

Marion
groaned and her legs fell open. He slid his finger into her hot core. Marion’s eyes closed and her hips rolled. He kissed her, plunging his tongue into her
mouth as he drilled his finger in and out of her passage.

“Train, please.” Her whispered plea seeped
into his thoughts. No rushing. Tonight was for her.

“Patience.” Bracing himself above her, he
bent one of her legs. Touching and tasting the inside of her thigh, Marion arched off the rug. She gasped, rocking her hips in a slow gyration. He moved
between her legs and breathed in her essence. Spicy and exotic. His tongue sliced
between the folds of her sex. Marion cried out as he searched out her center.
Then he sucked hard on her tightened bud.

Muscles in her thighs tightened and she
grasped two fistfuls of bear fur. Her hips bucked against his mouth. Damn,
Train’s cock rubbed against the rug. Fluids seeped from the slit. Pressure
built in his balls as he hardened further, his cock stretched and pulsed. Passion
scented the air. The fire popped and she came. Liquid heat flowed from her into
him. Shock waves of release jolted her body. She whimpered his name and her
breath became erratic. “I can’t breathe,” she said panicked.

“Shhh.” Train pulled her into his arms and
cradled her against his chest. “Take a breath.” Using his fingers, he combed
her damp hair off her face. “How do you feel?” he asked once her breathing
became normal.

“Alive, afraid,” she whispered. Then she
pulled his mouth to hers. “Almost like a virgin.”

Train shifted his body until his hips were
between her legs. Slow and controlled, using two fingers, then three, he made
sure she was ready…but was he?

Resting his head in the hollow of her
shoulder, he pressed the head of his cock to her passage. He was aware that he
was bigger than most men were, but Marion had experienced many sizes. Because
he wasn’t sure where he fit on the scale, he wanted to be sure that he wouldn’t
hurt her. Biting his lip, he entered her slowly. He groaned when she wrapped
around him like a glove. Raising her hips, she fully welcomed him inside her
slippery tunnel. Holding her still, he ground against her, causing her to groan
low and throaty.

“Marion.” He stilled and watched her face
for signs of pain. “Am I hurting you?”

“Don’t stop,” she said breathlessly.

Train needed no further encouragement. Soft
and tender were over. He had to take her, claim her for his own. He thrust
himself into her with the force of a steam locomotive. Again and again, he
drove in pushing her along the carpet. His cock thrust hard and deep. Each time
he slammed into her, she cried out driving Train to pound harder. Faster. Marion stretched her arms above her to keep her head from hitting the sofa. Each thrust
ripped a cry of pleasure from her. Her legs locked tight to him. He braced his
arms on the carpet, dug in and fucked her. Muscles burned and his jaw clenched.
His climax built. Pleasure streaked along his spine, pooled in his balls and he
came. His cock flexed and hot cream surged along the length.

Marion
wrapped her legs around his waist and held him close as he spent his seed deep
inside her. Heavy breaths filled the room. Sweat trickled from his temple. Marion went limp after the flood ebbed. Still joined, he collapsed, damp from exertion.
She tenderly stroked his hair letting her hand trail down the back of his neck.

“That’s talented.” Amusement flickered in
his eyes.

“You like that.” Using her internal muscles,
she squeezed him again.

Train attempted to withdraw, but she squinted
her eyes and clenched him tighter. “If you’re ready, so am I.”

She released her death hold and slid out
from under him. “Not on the floor again.” She leaned forward and he noticed the
red rash along her spine.

“Oh hell, I’m sorry.” He touched the tender
spots where the rug had burned her skin.

“You surprise me,” she said while snuggling
up to him, leaning back against the sofa.

“Why is that?” he asked while caressing her
shoulder.

Turning her face up, she kissed his chin.
“Because I didn’t expect to be moved across the floor. I thought you’d be slow
and patient, not make the Earth move.”

“You don’t know how relieved I am this
didn’t happen when we slept at TJ and Allison’s.” She furrowed her brows. “Marion, you’re loud,” he said, then laughed.

“Well, you’re big,” she countered. “And you
make me feel beautiful.” She kissed his lips and moved to sit on his lap with
her legs wrapped around his waist.

Train cupped her buttocks in his hand. “So I
guess you could say we’re both pleasantly surprised.”

“I can’t believe anything about me comes as
a surprise. I’ve been throwing myself at you and taunting you at every
opportunity.” She kissed him, lingering then demanding, savoring another moment.
“From the beginning I knew we’d be good together.”

“I’ll talk about this just once and then I
never want to hear, or think about your past again.” He laid his hand on the
side of her face. “I don’t care beans whether it’s true or not, but you made me
believe.” He kissed her again.

“Believe?” He was reading her mind. She, too,
was beginning to believe. She could feel his love when he was inside her. Never
had she been content to consider life with one man. She never thought a man
could love her…or that she could love a man. Train left no room for anyone else
in her thoughts, or now, in her body. “What do I make you believe?”

“That tonight was different. That I’m not
like any before me.”

She squeezed her legs around him, bringing
their centers close together. “I swear, not because I’m protecting your pride, I
have never felt as I do right now.”

Train stood with Marion still wrapped around
him. Keeping his hands on her ass to support her weight, he carried her to the
bed and laid her down. Putting his knee between her legs, she spread her thighs
for the touch of his hand. When she was damp with desire, he replaced his
finger with his cock. He took painstaking time with his motion, filling her
slow and steadily.

A response deep within her awakened as the
muscles in her thighs tightened. Straining the muscles in her arms, Marion gripped the sheet at the side of her head as a flash of fire, like the brightest
lightning in a summer thunderstorm, burst behind her eyelids radiating out
until it consumed her. The raw act of possession, the whisper of her name on
his lips as his body tensed and careened over the edge of control, shattered
the walls she had so carefully built. Deep sobs erupted from her soul. Tears
sprang to her eyes.