her legs. His tongue blazed a trail from her jaw down over her neck, licking at any lingering cream he found, making a low sound of approval in his throat as he went. He found the sensitive spot behind her ear, at the hollow of her throat, at the edge of her collarbone. And finally, oh finally, the taut, aching tip of her nipple, which he took into his warm mouth, sucking deeply until she was arching and writhing and rolling her hips, unable to catch her breath.
His hands stroked her, soothed and tormented all at once, until she felt as though she were on fire, sensations and emotions ripping her apart as she'd never felt before. His fingers stroked her thighs, shifting them open to touch her moist, creamy center, which he purposely and slowly traced with his finger. 'Please, please…' she gasped over and over, mindlessly unaware of what she was saying.
But Ty knew, and he understood the fire. He'd wanted her like this, consumed and beyond all reason. Only he hadn't expected that fire to be his, too.
She was wet, hot and all his, and it was all he could do to keep from sinking into her, burying himself deep and taking them over the edge with just one stroke.
Impatient with his pace, Zoe surged up and yanked on his jeans, tearing at them until he helped. 'Tell me you replaced the condoms for new ones,' she gasped.
He had, and she got yet another first that night-rolling one on, which was such a turn-on they were both sweating by the time she had finished. They rolled over the floor, kissing, stroking, nipping, licking… moaning.
He tucked her beneath him, holding her face in his hands as he looked down at her with a hungry tenderness. 'Zoe… sweetheart… is this your first time?'
She laughed breathlessly, both exhilarated and embarrassed. 'I'm not a virgin, but-I've never…'
'Had an orgasm?'
She reddened at his characteristic bluntness and nodded.
'You'll come for me,' he promised in a thrilling whisper. 'Soon.'
He rolled again, taking her with him. On his back on the linoleum, Ty lifted her up to straddle him. She felt… exposed. 'Bend down a little,' he coaxed. 'Yeah, like that. Just like that.' And he took a breast into his mouth, teasing the aching peak with his nimble tongue. Her hips moved restlessly against his, brushing against him until he groaned her name. 'Take me,' he murmured, his hands on her hips, urging her. 'Zoe, take me.'
She hesitated a moment, which nearly killed him, then she was sinking, sliding down on him one slow inch at a time, until he was buried deep. They both let out a gratified sigh.
Gripping his shoulders, she dropped her head so that he was draped in her beautiful, wild hair. She stared at where they were joined, and she went utterly still.
She had changed her mind and he was going to die. Right here on the floor, still coated in whipped cream and covered by Zoe.
'It's… so…' Experimentally she shifted, staring at him now, her eyes so dark they were black. 'It's… oh, Ty, it's amazing,' She closed her eyes. Her head fell back now, her body arched, her breasts thrust out. 'Don't stop.'
'Never,' he promised, but 'never' came far too soon as she slowly rocked her hips on him. He was shaking with the urge to grab her hips and thrust deep, but he wanted the pace to be hers, wanted to see her shatter over him. With his thumb, he stroked her slowly. She gasped. Her breathing came in short, little pants. Her hips rocked faster, then faster. She whispered his name, her eyes flying open to gaze at him in wonder, in an open way that allowed him to see into her soul.
He lost it then, gripping her hips, plunging into her until she moaned his name again, until she convulsed and shuddered and came over him in a mind-shattering explosion that triggered his own.
His heart thundered beneath her ear. His skin stuck to her. Though it took every last bit of energy she had, she smiled.
'I'm not sure anything about that was amusing,' Ty managed to say, his hand caressing her back where she lay collapsed on him in a trembling, contented heap.
'I'm thinking it was the whipped cream that did it for me,' Zoe said. 'You know… the missing ingredient.' Embarrassment hit her then, because her admission that what they'd just shared had beat anything in her experience seemed naive. 'I mean-'
'I know what you mean.' His hand came up to cup her cheek. His other arm snugged her closer against him, a protective, possessive gesture that somehow warmed her. All trace of humor was gone when he answered, 'And it wasn't the whipped cream, Zoe. It's us.'
Commitment terrified her, that hadn't changed with their little kitchen romp. No matter how wild, how hot, how soul-shattering it had been for her, she still couldn't find the words to tell him he was right.
She didn't make promises. They were meant to be broken. And he'd made none himself.
Beneath her, he sighed, stroked her back once more, then sat up with her still against him.
The kitchen light was suddenly harsh, and Zoe was far too naked.
Ty rose to his feet, jaw tight and eyes sad. He picked up her T-shirt, shook his head at the whipped cream clinging to it and reached for a soft plaid shirt that lay across the back of one of his kitchen chairs.
'Here.' Gentle hands belied the gruffness of his voice as he dressed her, even buttoning the shirt for her. When the backs of his fingers brushed against her skin, she sucked in her breath in response, her nipples hardening yet again.
A muscle in his cheek twitched at the sight, but he didn't say a word, just handed over her jeans.
It was a shock to see him standing there completely, gloriously nude. Silly, after what they'd just shared, but she was completely unprepared for the 'after,' especially when he looked so casual-and magnificent-in the buff.
She'd known he was perfectly made, she'd spent many covert moments watching his tough, rugged body as he worked outside on the two ranches these past weeks. But without clothes… wow. He was hard, lean, his shoulders broad, his torso long. Her eyes continued downward, then halted abruptly, startled.
He was aroused again.
Caught staring, she brought her gaze up to his wryly amused one. She thought of the other condom.
Behind his amusement was a wealth of hurt, hurt that she'd put there. She turned away to slip on her shoes. 'I'm sorry.'
'Regrets already.' His voice was carefully blank, nothing like the husky one that only moments before had been whispering sexy promises in her ear.
The only regret she had at the moment was ruining this magical time with him, but she had no idea how to get that languid, deliciously relaxed feeling back. No idea what to do or say.
So she stood there, facing the back door with her arms wrapped around herself in growing misery.
'Safe to look,' he said, and when she turned, she saw that he'd pulled on his jeans, leaving off his whipped- cream-covered T-shirt. He was holding his keys.
'I'll walk,' she said quickly.
'No you won't.' He opened the door for her. The Idaho night was dark and unforgiving. Unrelenting. And for the first time since she'd arrived in this state, she resented it.
Ty needed to use his frustration and anger to his advantage, needed to turn it into energy. Energy worked for him, it allowed him to
He had promised himself he'd be patient with Zoe, that he'd show her in actions how he felt, which were far better than promises she wouldn't believe, anyway.
But even those actions hadn't been enough.
And even knowing that, he couldn't pull back. The more he was with her, the more he wanted, and the wanting was a burning, undeniable need.
But he was the only one wanting and needing, and that hurt.
