One to Take (One to Hold 8)

“She’s in the house having breakfast with your mom. I don’t know where Bill is.”

“He went into town,” Stuart says quietly before turning to face me.

“Then we’re alone.” My hands are on his waist, but I only get the top button of his jeans open before he catches them.

“Take it easy. We’re not doing this here.”

The tightness in my chest almost makes me scream. I’m breathing fast, and my whole body is on fire with fury and hormones and lust. “Stuart William! You’re the only man I’ve ever slept with!”

“I’m glad to hear it,” he says, that sexy smile returning.

“You taught me how to make love—fierce and rough and demanding. I want you to love me like that now.”

I unfasten the buttons on my dress, allowing the front to fall apart, revealing my bare breasts heaving beneath. His expression darkens, and I see a glimmer of the old Stuart in his eyes.

He reaches out and catches my waist, pulling me hard against his chest. A flash of need spikes in my veins. “Yes,” I whisper. “Like that.”

The muscle in his jaw moves, and he looks away. “I can’t get off thinking I might hurt you.”

“You’ve never hurt me before.” Sliding my hands up his arms, I grip his biceps. “You’re hurting me by holding back.”

Reaching for his hand, I guide it down, pulling my skirt up so he can feel I’m not wearing panties, so he can feel how wet I am. “I want you. The real you.”

“Mariska,” he growls as his fingers curl against my sex.

Putting both hands on his face, I pull him to me and kiss him hard, parting his lips and pushing my tongue inside. At the same time, his fingers plunge into me, and a low moan scrapes from my throat.

I rise on my toes, chasing his lips, and he’s kissing me back with just as much passion, plundering my mouth. When I pull back, I nip his bottom lip with my teeth, and our eyes meet, burning with the fire I’ve been missing so long.

He takes my arm and turns me around, pushing me against the wooden side of the corral.

“Yes,” I gasp, clutching the wooden slats, arching my back as I brace against the wall. Cool air sweeps along my thighs and ass as he sweeps the flowing skirt away.

He studies my body as I hear his zipper lower. One large hand grips my hip, kneading my skin. “So beautiful.” His voice is rough and hungry.

“Please,” I whisper. I’m on fire, and I ache deeply for his rough touch.

At once I feel a stinging SLAP! against the soft skin of my behind followed by another kneading grip. The biting pain only spikes my desire.

“Oh god, yes,” I sigh. My legs tremble. Sparks of pleasure fizz in my veins, and waiting for him is almost painful. I moan as he slides his erection up and down my slick folds until finally, in one hard thrust, we both groan as he plunges inside.

I buck against him, and he catches my braid, pulling my head to his shoulder and kissing then biting the side of my neck.

“This is what you want?” His voice breaks as he rocks into me, and I can barely speak. My eyes flutter shut as my orgasm starts to rise.

“Yes… Please…” I moan, trailing off as his fingers work my clit so hard and fast. All of this is hard and fast and exactly what I’ve been craving.

“Fuck,” he shouts, and a strong arm goes around my waist. His hips move faster, and I’m wailing as I begin to come, burning and clenching. I’m on tiptoes, sparks fluttering in the arches of my feet, as I work to draw it out.

Another low swear, and I feel him start to come. Our hips collide again and again before he holds me, hips flush against my backside, pulsing deep inside my body.

“Shit,” he gasps, rocking again, slowly, riding out those final pulses of pleasure.

My cheek rests on the back of my hand against the wall, and my eyes are still closed. My bones are liquid, and a smile curls my lips.

Large hands push my dress higher, and he leans down to press a kiss against my back, spilling warmth through my veins.

Both arms surround me in a strong embrace. My arms wrap over his, and I’m not sure I can move. But I feel so satisfied.