Longarm was tired of listening to her. He shut her up the best way he knew how.
He kissed her.
His mouth came down hard and demanding on hers. His arms went around her and pulled her against him. Her breasts pressed softly against his chest, flattening as he embraced her. Longarm slid one hand down to the small of her back and massaged the hollow there. Aurora's hands caught hold of his shirt and plucked at it as she moaned deep in her throat.
For a long moment they stood there like that, sharing the hot wet urgency of their mouths. Then Aurora pulled her head away from Longarm's. 'We... we shouldn't be doing this,' she practically gasped.
'You're probably right,' Longarm said quietly. He didn't let go of her, however. Instead he lifted a hand and cupped her left breast, feeling the hard nubbin of puckered flesh at its center.
'Oh... to hell with it!' exclaimed Aurora breathlessly. 'All the men are either up in the woods or working in the mill, and they won't bother us.' She reached down to his groin and found the hardness pressing urgently at his denim trousers. 'Oh, my!' Her fingers fairly flew over the buttons, and within seconds she had freed his shaft from his pants and his long-handled underwear. Her eyes widened as she closed her hand around the long, thick pole of rock-hard flesh. 'It... it's been such a long time.'
'No need to wait anymore,' Longarm said gently. He bent, slipped an arm behind her knees, and scooped her up in his arms. Moving as effortlessly as if she were weightless, he carried her to the bed and lowered her onto the thick, quilted comforter.
His own fingers were pretty damned nimble as he unfastened the buttons on her dress, he thought, especially since all the while she was reaching up and caressing his manhood, fisting her hand around it and running her soft palm up and down the length of him. The way she was licking her lips was downright distracting too. But within a few moments, he had the dress spread open and was pushing up the cotton shift she wore underneath it, revealing firm calves and creamy thighs. As the thick triangle of dark, fine-spun hair at the juncture of her legs came into view, she spread herself wide, and Longarm reached down to the hot, wet core of her. She cried out softly as he fondled her, his fingers exploring the folds of flesh he found between her legs. Her hips thrust up involuntarily as he plunged his middle finger into her.
Mouth half open, eyes glazed with passion, she humped up at him as he caressed her intimately. 'D-damn you, Marshal!' she gasped at him. 'D-don't just... play with me! I need you inside me!'
Longarm was always pretty much glad to oblige a request like that. He withdrew his finger, making her moan in frustration, and shucked his boots and pants as quickly as he could. 'Leave the damn shirt on!' said Aurora. 'I can't wait!'
Longarm moved over her, and she grasped his pole eagerly to guide it into her. He didn't need much help. Her portal was gaping wide and drenched in her vital juices. Longarm felt the tip of his shaft touch the wetness and surged forward with his hips, burying his full length in her. He was afraid from the way her eyes went so wide that she was going to let out a yell, but she managed to stifle her cry of ecstasy. He held himself there, with Aurora penetrated to the fullest extent, before launching into a steady rhythm of thrusts. She moaned and clutched at him, and her legs came up and locked together at the ankles above his back.
He had to admit that she gave as good as she got, thrusting back at him so that their bellies came together with soft slapping sounds. Each time they came together so that she was filled to the brim, she squeezed him tightly with a surprisingly muscular grip. Though he had been pounding into her for only a short time, he felt his climax threatening to surge up from inside him.
Aurora must have sensed that, because she said hoarsely, 'Don't hold back! Give it to me! Fill me up!'
Longarm did just that, tightening his arms around her as his hips drove forward one final time. Then he held himself motionless as his seed boiled out into her in spurt after wrenching spurt. Aurora spasmed too, her own flood mixing with his. Longarm gave one last shudder, then threw his head back and drew a deep breath into his lungs. Below him, Aurora trembled once or twice. Her eyes were closed now, and she was breathing as hard as he was. A fine sheen of sweat covered both of them.
Longarm felt his softening shaft slip out of her. She made a little noise of regret as he rolled to the side. Then she turned her head, opened her eyes, looked at him, and said once again, 'Oh, my.'
Too out of breath to speak, Longarm settled for lifting a hand to stroke her cheek.
'That was... that was so wonderful,' she said. 'I... I haven't been with a man since... since Angus died. I... I had almost forgotten what it was like.'
'It comes back to you,' Longarm managed to say.
'Yes, it does,' agreed Aurora. She reached down and stroked the instrument that had given her such pleasure. 'Oh, yes, it surely does!'
CHAPTER 7
The way Aurora kept playing with him, Longarm figured he was going to be ready for some more loving pretty soon, but after a few minutes, she sat up suddenly and said, 'Do you hear that?'
Longarm was so caught up in the sensuous pleasure she had been giving him that for a second he didn't hear anything except the pounding of his pulse in his head. Then he realized that it wasn't his pulse alone he was hearing.
There were the hoofbeats of an approaching horse outside the cabin, hoofbeats that came to an abrupt halt.
Aurora swung her legs out of bed and stood up, tugging her shift down around her hips and frantically fastening the buttons on her dress. The wanton female of a few moments before had disappeared, and the respectable businesswoman and widow was quickly coming once more to the forefront. She hurried to one of the oilcloth- covered windows and moved the oilcloth aside just enough to peer out. There was a startled expression on her face as she swung back toward Longarm.
'It's Ben Callahan!' she hissed. 'You've got to get out of here!'
Seeing how she was reacting to the prospect of company, Longarm had already reached for his clothes. While he felt a little resentful about her attitude, not to mention a mite embarrassed at the way this encounter had suddenly turned into something out of a French farce, he didn't want to cause trouble for Aurora. If she wanted him out, he would do his best to oblige. He finished buttoning up his pants and stomped into his boots, then snagged his gunbelt from the back of the chair next to the bed where he had hung it.
