Lenox Ranch Cowboys: Complete Boxed Set - Books 1 - 5

Chapter 4

4

CHANCE

I grabbed her hand and pressed it against my chest as I curled my other palm around the nape of her neck. I nudged my hat off so it fell to the ground as I lowered my head and pulled her in for a kiss. This wasn't the chaste touching of lips from the wedding ceremony. This...this...was what I'd dreamed of, waited for. Her lips were plump and soft and when she parted them to gasp, I took the opportunity to delve deep. My tongue plundered her mouth, tasting her for the first time. The fist pressed against my chest relaxed and her fingers curled once again, but this time to grip my shirt to hold on. I angled her head as I wanted, boldly touching her tongue with mine, licking along her teeth, nipping at her lower lip. She was a novice, untried. A kissing virgin and that had my blood pumping, my c**k pulsing against her belly.

No man had touched her before. I knew this from hearing the small sounds of surprise and longing that escaped her throat. I found the corner of her mouth, kissed her there, her cheek, her ear. "No. You're not my kitten right now," I whispered, my lips feather light on the delicate swirl of her ear. "You're my little wildcat."

She would fight me in everything, feel as if I'd corralled her like a wild filly, of that I had no doubt, but it would be quite the journey, this discovery of how it should be. But none of this was a concern for tonight. Tonight I would make her mine, show her the pleasure that could be found in being my wife. I'd show her the passion that was within her and give her a way to let it out, for there was no better outlet for her intense, wild nature than f*****g.

"I don't know why I even thought to make you mine in a bed. I'm taking you, Rose, right here, right now. You want to be free, kitten. I'll set you free." My voice was gruff, my breathing deep, my need too great to wait a moment longer.

I stepped back just a sufficient amount so I could undo her blouse, but the buttons were too small for my large fingers. Ridiculous little buttons! I took hold of the two sides and tugged, the material parting easily.

"Chance," she moaned. “Oh, yes.”

Buttons went flying into the darkness. I stripped the blouse off her readily enough, letting it fall to the grass at our feet, loving the sound of her breathy consent.

"What the hell is this?" I asked, running my fingers over the white fabric wrapped about her torso. It was bright in the moonlight and it appeared as if she were a mummy from clavicle to navel.

Rose's head lowered, ran a palm over the material. "I...I don't wear a corset."

"That is plain to see." I tugged at the snug material but could not find a way to remove it. "What I don't understand is its purpose."

"It keeps my...my bosom minimized."

My fingers paused at her words. For a small woman I always assumed she was petite everywhere—that her breasts were small and pert. I had dreams about her breasts and how they'd feel in my palms. What she was sharing though was a surprise and I couldn't wait to unwrap her, quite literally in fact, like a Christmas present.

"How the hell do you take it off?"

Her hands went to her left hip, where I could discern a small knot. I fumbled briefly, but it came undone and the length of soft cotton fell and circled around behind her. Intrigued and fascinated, I picked up the tail end and pulled, which required Rose to spin around. It was like undoing a frayed end of a knitted sweater, pulling and pulling until it was just a pile of yarn. In this case, Rose circled around like a top, slowly, for I was enjoying the idea of unwrapping my wife until the last of the long strip was in my hand and she was bare from the waist up. Instead of turning to face me, she gave me her back, with her arms up to cover herself.

Her skin was so pale in the moonlight, a gleaming white, and her fair hair seemed dark in comparison. I could see the shadow of the long line of her spine. She would not turn and I smiled inwardly at the modest action of such an unbridled woman. A moment ago she'd been shouting at me, furious, and now she was quiet and demure. Stepping up to her, I placed my hands on her shoulders, which caused her to stiffen briefly, and slid her long hair so it rested over one shoulder. I couldn't help but kiss the elegant line of her neck. The scent of her skin was intoxicating, sweet and floral. It was a fragrance I would never forget.

I felt the frantic beating of her pulse beneath my lips and I kissed along that vertical path that ran up to her jaw and down to the juncture with her shoulder. Beneath my fingertips, her skin was silky soft, and I felt gooseflesh rise as I worked down her upper arms and over her crossed forearms. It was a warm night and I knew it was my touch that brought them about, not a chill. Holding each wrist gently, I lowered her hands to her sides as my lips kissed along her right shoulder. From my vantage point, I could see the full, plump swells of her breasts and n*****s so dark in contrast. Her quick breaths had them moving and I couldn't help the groan that escaped.

I had to touch them, weigh them, feel them, for they were so unlike my fantasy. They were more.

"Why do you hide these, kitten?” I murmured gently. “They are perfection."

Wrapping my arms about her, I cupped her breasts in my hands—they weren't small at all but a perfect handful—and her head fell back against my chest.

"Because...oh, Chance, that's...um—" She licked her lips.

"Why?" I asked again, pleased to see she was so responsive. I ran my thumbs lightly over the plump tips and reveled in how they tightened into perfect little tips.

"Because they make me too curvaceous."

That was most certainly true. For her petite frame, they were quite bountiful.

"And because it was too uncomfortable to ride otherwise," she added.

The long strip of fabric was a practicality. Instead of lifting and enhancing a woman's curves like a corset did, Rose's solution allowed her to complete tasks on the ranch that would have been inhibited by plush endowments. A lush figure would also draw unwanted male attention. For that alone, I was thankful for her inventiveness. It had hid her assets remarkably well until I, her husband, discovered them.

"I think you will enjoy having them unbound." And so would I.

Taking each n****e between my thumb and forefinger, I tugged and listened to her moan. It was a combination of a cry and an exhale, yet it made my c**k grow thicker and my hips shift into her lower back. I couldn't deny myself—both of us—any longer. Grabbing her hips, I spun her about and lowered to my knees so I had the perfect view of those secret curves.

They glowed in the moonlight, perfect teardrop shapes, her n*****s tight and furled. I only had to move my head a few inches to take one into my mouth, the tip firm against my tongue. Her small hands tangled in my hair, pulling me in, holding me in place. I sucked and laved one perfect n****e with my mouth, tasting her sweet illicit flesh, my palm cupping the other as my fingers working the n****e. I heard her moans, felt her fast breathing against my mouth, and could feel her frantic heartbeat beneath my palm.

"Chance, oh!"

I let my hands roam, up and down her sleek back, around her waist, but her skirt was an impediment. I fiddled with the closure, then let the fabric drop and pool at her feet as I switched to suckle at her other breast.

Sitting back on my heels, I took in the sight of her, from her boot covered feet, her stockings and those pretty ribbons that held them up, a small bit of creamy thigh that was exposed below her white drawers, the small indent of her navel, her full breasts, dainty collarbones, slim neck, plump lips, and then...eyes that were wild with the blurry haze of her first arousal.

"You're so beautiful, kitten."

She shook her head, a long tendril slipping over her shoulder to brush over her n****e. I felt jealously toward a wayward curl. One of her arms came up to cover her breasts.

I shook my head. "Oh, no. You're mine now. Every beautiful inch. There's no hiding yourself from me. I'll know all your secrets." I took the hand she used to cover herself and placed it on my shoulder so she could balance as I took off her boots. "There's just one more secret, kitten." I then tugged at the small ribbon at her waist, letting the loose fabric drop to the ground.

I felt her fingernails did into my shoulder through my shirt. Her p***y—f**k—she was perfection. It was dark, too dark to discern her pretty pink folds, but I could see the hair that guarded it was the same pale color as on her head.

My release tingled at the base of my spine and I knew if I pulled my c**k from my pants it would all be over. I’d waited so long for this moment, yet she was a virgin and needed to be ready. “Fearful” or “nervous” or “modest” were not adjectives I'd use to describe a woman who was ready to be claimed for the first time. It was my job to get her ready. And so I did what I'd longed to do; I lowered my head to taste her.

"Chance! What are you doing?" Instead of her fingers gripping me, she pushed at my shoulders, stunned by my very forward gesture. I'd only touched her with my nose before I was shoved back onto my heels.

"I'm going to eat your pretty p***y. Hang on." Wrapping one arm behind her knee, I lifted her leg and placed it over my shoulder so she was wide open for me. She might fight me in this, but I would ultimately win. Although, it wasn’t a competition. As soon as she discovered how good I could make her feel, she’d want more. With the tip of one finger, I ran over her slit with the lightest of touches, forward and back, finding her slick and hot, before parting her plump lower lips and finding her clit. There!

I lowered my head again, this time I flattened my tongue and laved her in the path my finger took, ending with a small flick over her hard nub. Now when she called out my name it was for a completely different reason. Her hips bucked and I wrapped an arm about her hip, my palm gripping her lush ass and holding her securely in place. I smiled against her, pleased with her response.

Her taste was mouthwatering. Sweet, yet unlike anything I'd ever tasted. It was perfectly Rose, and I was addicted. Her flesh was hot and wet and scalding against my tongue and the way she responded, the way she tensed and tugged at my hair as I flicked her bundle of nerves had me eager to find out her responses when I was buried deep within her. First, she would come. I would watch her as she found her first pleasure and would drink down every drop of her essence.

With my free hand, I found her untried opening and slowly slid a finger in. Instantly, her inner walls clamped down, holding it in place. She was tight, so f*****g tight and that was just my finger. She would surely strangle my c**k. Once I got balls deep in her I could easily embarrass myself and come like I was a randy teenager, but I had to remember this was all for her. Her first time needed to be nothing but feeling, nothing but sweet bliss, and I would give it to her. It was my right. It was my privilege, and her pleasure.

I moved my finger, mimicking the motion of what my c**k would do in short order. In and out I moved, slipping in a little further each time, quickly discovering her maidenhead, that amazing barrier that saved her sweet p***y just for me. I wouldn't break it with my finger, but with my c**k and so I retreated, switching to circling and teasing her instead.

“Chance, oh my. What are you doing to me?”

I didn’t answer, only continued, for I knew she was close. With the quick flicks of my tongue and the motions of my finger, it wasn't long before her nails dug into my scalp, her thigh muscles clenching as she came. I looked up her perfect body and saw her head thrown back as she screamed, the quiet of the soft, warm night broken by her cries of pleasure. It was incredible to see, delectable to feel against my shoulder, my cheek, my hands and delicious to taste. Her juices were plentiful as her body became fully ready for my c**k.