What choice did she have but to wait and let him come to her and take her or did she offer herself to him and fully taste what he had only given her a sample of?
Her answer came easily. She smiled, raised her arm, and held her hand out to him.
Chapter Seventeen
Cree stared for a moment wondering if she knew what she offered him or had she offered it feeling she had no other choice that it was inevitable and she could do nothing but accept it.
What did it matter? It only mattered that he would finally ease the unrelenting ache that tore at him. He walked over to her, his powerful and determined strides growing more eager with each step he took.
She stood her ground, though her legs trembled, her stomach grew anxious and she wondered if she had made the right choice. But she had made a choice and that was what was important. It had been her decision; she had made it for herself.
He reached out, his hand going around the back of her neck, his arm slipping around her waist and his lips descending on hers. It was not a gentle kiss; it was a hungry one. It did little to appease his appetite; it only made him hunger for more.
The power of his kiss overwhelmed Dawn. He feed on her with an urgency that intoxicated her senses. His lips pressed to hers in a way that demanded and provoked her to join him. And when his tongue surged into her mouth, her body bucked and he yanked her hard against him.
Her arms wrapped around him of their own accord, as if that was where they belonged. As soon as she did his one arm grew taut around her waist and in one swift lift her feet were off the ground and with his kiss growing ever stronger he walked them to a large oak tree. Her feet crunched on a bed of leaves as he lowered her down and pinned her back against the tree with his body.
He was hard and warm and smelled of fresh earth and pine and she drank in his scent, thirsty for it.
He ended the kiss abruptly and rested his brow to hers. “Bloody hell, what is it about you?”
His lips went to the crook of her neck and he kissed and nipped along it as his hand reached up and pushed the neckline of her blouse down to scoop up one breast and free it. His mouth went straight for the nipple, his tongue teasing the already tight bud until it was rock hard and then he took it in his mouth and suckled.
Dawn gripped his arms squeezing tight as a rash of tingles rushed through her to settle with a throb between her legs. He leaned his hips into her, his arousal settling hard against her, and she felt herself grow wet.
His hand slipped down and hoisted up her skirt and stopped suddenly when he realized she wore...
“No stockings.”
His growl reminded her of a primal beast and she startled when his fingers slipped between her legs.”
“Damn, you’re wet and ready for me.”
Ready for him? That surprised her. She would have never thought she would want to couple with the infamous Cree but at the moment she wanted it badly.
She dug her fingers into his arm when she felt him slip two fingers inside her and when his thumb began to rub her soft nub she pulsated with pleasure. Her hips began to move against the rhythm he set urging her to respond, to enjoy.
He ground his mouth against hers demanding a kiss and she gave it to him; her hunger as ravenous as his. She thought she would die when his fingers slipped out of her but then she felt his thick, hard shaft rub against her. And she never wanted anything more than at this moment to have him buried deep inside her.
He rubbed harder against her, his rhythm increasing and she squirmed trying to get him to enter her and end her torment. His hands quickly went to her backside and took firm hold. He plastered her against him increasing his rhythm and forcing her to join him.
He growled low in his chest, though she heard it clearly enough and she knew then that he had no intentions of coupling with her. He did not want to spill his seed in her and risk it taking root. Her pleasure faded quickly and was completely gone by the time she felt him burst against her.
Her hands slipped off his arms to rest at her sides and she turned her head away not wanting to look at him, just wanting him done and gone to leave her in peace, though she wondered if she would ever know peace with him as feudal lord.
He grabbed her chin forcing her to look at him. “Why? Why did you stop yourself from coming?”
Her eyes turned wide wondering how he could possibly know that she had not climaxed.
He scowled. “I can feel your passion for me; it burns hot inside you and I can feel when it cools and fades but... I do not know why it cooled and faded. Tell me.”
Dawn shook her head. She would not, could not tell him how she felt.
Anger rose in his dark eyes. “You will tell me.”
“Cree!”
Dawn was relieved to hear Sloan shout out for him, though he did not release her right away.