Midnight with You Page 12

  Mischief sparked in her eyes. “What do you plan to do about it?”

  He grabbed her and she yelped as he flipped her on her back and pinned her to the bed. His thighs between hers and his erection pressed tightly against her.

  Flames burned hot inside him. “Now who has who?”

  “I’ll be on top again.” She tried to move. “I’m not giving up.”

  He groaned at the feel of her breasts against his chest, her soft body close to his. It was sheer torture maintaining his hold on her with her playful, but strong attempts to get out of his hold.

  “What will you give me if I let you go?” He was teasing her, but he didn’t want to let her up. He wanted her right there where he had her.

  “Hmmm.” She stilled and looked like she was contemplating her dilemma. She met his gaze then a devilish expression crossed her features. “I’ll go down on you, Montana.”

  Holy shit. Out of left field and smacking him right upside the head.

  Seth’s erection grew so hard he could barely think.

  She caught him off guard and flipped him off onto his back. In a fast moment she straddled him, like she had in the grotto. Her breasts bounced beneath her shirt.

  “Ha! I win,” she said with a triumphant expression.

  He fought to maintain his cool, which wasn’t easy as she ground herself against him. “What would you like for your prize?”

  She leaned forward her mouth hovered about his. “I want your tongue on me.”

  Seth felt his brain malfunction.

  What the hell was she doing to him?

  “Are you sure?” His voice sounded as rough as sandpaper.

  “Oh, I’m sure.” She moved her mouth so that it was a fraction above his lips. “And I want it now.”

  Fire burned him through. “I never argue with a lady.”

  She brought her mouth to his and kissed him slowly. He wanted more than the teasing kiss, and he turned on the heat.

  Bailey moaned softly before she broke away and straightened. Her nipples raised the fabric of her tank top and he wanted to lick and suck them. Yeah, he would do that.

  She grabbed the hem and pulled the shirt over her head, and he did groan.

  “Damn, Bailey.” His mouth had gone dry. “What in the hell are you doing to me?”

  She arched her back, her perfect breasts on display. He palmed them and his brain turned to sand.

  There was some reason why this wasn’t a good idea.

  Some reason why he should kiss her goodnight and leave.

  But hell if he could remember why.

  Every thought went out the window, except the desire to be with Bailey.

  She laughed as he flipped her on her back again and braced his hands to either side of her shoulders. She grinned up at him. “Show me how you ride, Montana.”

  Seth grew laser focused on one thing and one thing only—pleasing Bailey.

  * * *

  Bailey had never had so much fun—was foreplay supposed to be this fun?

  Seth had her on her back and she writhed beneath him. She needed him so badly she almost couldn’t think straight.

  He dipped his head and sucked her nipple, and she gasped. It felt so incredibly good that her desire ramped up even higher.

  Seth sucked her other nipple and she whimpered. “More,” she begged him. “I want more.”

  “You did win.” A devilish glint lit his eyes. “And I aim to pay up.”

  “Forget everything else.” Her body ached for him. “I want you inside me.”

  Seth shifted his position and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her loose shorts. “Hold that thought.”

  He slid her shorts down and she watched desire play over his handsome features. “Damn, Bailey.” He met her gaze. “No panties, too?”

  “I wore my best.” Her teasing would earn some payback, she had no doubt.

  Seth eased down and pressed her thighs wide. Her heart beat so fast her blood thrummed in her ears.

  He nuzzled the small patch of curls and she heard him take a deep breath. “Damn…you smell like honey.”

  “Hurry.” She forced the words out. “I need your tongue on me.”

  “I always did like paybacks.” He trailed his finger down her wetness and rubbed her swollen nub. “I think I’m going to have a little fun.”

  Bailey nearly screamed—from frustration and need. “Seth.”

  He slid two fingers inside her and she moaned and squirmed on the bed. “Oh, jeez. Oh, damn.”

  Seth gave a pained grin. “I love driving you crazy, like you love to do to me.”

  He lowered his head and slowly trailed his tongue from her core, up.

  This time, Bailey let out a shriek of pleasure. Her insides tightened and a powerful sensation expanded between her thighs.

  She slid her hands into his hair and clenched it in her fists.

  Every lick, every suck—it all just about drove her out of her mind. Maybe it truly was driving her crazy.

  An orgasm grew inside her. Tighter. Tighter yet.

  She wasn’t going to be able to survive this. How could she?

  Bailey climaxed hard and fast, with a scream that could have been heard from the Big Island.

  “Seth!” Just the sound of his name on her tongue made her orgasm go on as he continued to lick and suck her.

  When he finally stopped, she was just like a puddle of goo, and she thought she’d never be able to move again.

  Seth kissed a path from her bellybutton to her breasts and stroked her bare skin with his callused fingertips, bringing her back to life.

  * * *

  Seth had never tasted anything as good as Bailey. To be able to please her was a high like no other.

  He placed soft kisses on the curves of her breasts, drawing in the scent of her skin. He wanted to explore every curve of her body—to touch and taste.

  “Hey, cowboy.” Bailey sounded breathy as she pushed him onto his side and on his back. “You took second place, so I’m going to give you your prize.”

  Seth laughed as she straddled him once again. “And what’s that?”

  She shimmied down his body.

  Uh-oh.

  She unfastened his jeans and reached for his erection and wrapped her fingers around his thickness.

  Oh, yeah.

  She pushed his boxer briefs and his jeans down, and he shifted so that she completely freed him.

  He groaned as she slid her mouth over his length and moved her hand while she sucked him.

  “This is the best second place prize ever.” He didn’t know how he managed to get the words out. “If this is second place, what would first be?”

  She raised her head and smiled. “You’ll just have to win next time to find out.”

  Next time.

  That was good. She was planning ahead.

  She slid her mouth over his length and sucked hard.

  Nothing had felt this good in his life. Nothing.

  She sucked and moved her hand and made soft humming noises. The vibrations traveled straight through him and scrambled his brains.

  The most intense feeling he could ever have imagined built inside him. It grew. And grew. And grew. Until there was nothing but sensation and the only thing in his life was Bailey.

  His orgasm ripped through him like a bull tearing out of a chute. All he could do was hang on for the ride that lasted a hell of a lot longer than staying on a bull for eight seconds.

  Bailey continued to suck, drawing every bit from him.

  He shuddered as he came down from whatever lofty place he’d ended up at.

  Bailey crawled on her hands and knees and settled in his arms. She kissed his ear and teased him by nipping at his earlobe. She was bringing him back to life in the best way ever.

  Forget any all-around cowboy championships. He’d take Bailey as his prize over anything on this good green earth.

  He rolled her over onto her back and studied the blue of her eyes. “I could get lost in you.�
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  “I’ll find you.” She smiled up at him. “Don’t worry.”

  The woman took him down to his knees and all he wanted to do was love her and worship everything about her.

  Seth kissed her and she was so soft and sweet. Every bit of her was. He wanted to take her home and keep her there, a part of his life forever.

  Forever.

  Damn.

  That’s what he’d forgotten in his Bailey-induced haze. He hadn’t wanted to take this as far as sex, not until she was sure about the two of them.

  Regardless, he intended to keep her, if he had to work on winning her heart for the rest of his life.

  * * *

  “I need you.” Bailey’s heart thumped. “Please.”

  What exactly did she want from him?

  Just to be with him. Maybe for this time and place, but she needed him.

  “What do you want, Bailey?” He stroked her skin from her throat to the curve of her breast with one finger.

  “I want you,” she said softly. “I need you inside me.”

  A low rumble rose in his chest. “I need you, too.”

  “Then do it now.” The ache between her thighs magnified.

  “We don’t have a condom,” he said.

  “That’s all taken care of.” She placed her hand over his beating heart and felt it pounding beneath her palm. “I use contraception.”

  He closed his eyes, as if pained. He opened them. “You have become such a big part of my world in just this time. I don’t want to do anything that you might regret later.”

  “How could I regret this?” she said. “How could I possibly regret anything about you?”

  He moved his lips over hers in a kiss that made her feel wanted and needed in so many ways that didn’t have anything to do with sex.

  She rolled onto her back and held out her arms. “Come to me.”

  Seth paused only a moment and shucked off his jeans and boxer briefs. He pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside, and it landed by the door, on top of his shoes.

  His naked torso caused her to sigh. He had scars in several places, but he was so beautiful, every inch of him.

  He held her gaze as he slid between her thighs. His jaw was tight as he pressed her thighs farther apart with the width of his hips. She splayed her hands on his muscular back and arched up to meet him.

  She never stopped staring into his eyes. His erection nudged her core and she caught her breath. He held still, as if waiting for some sign before he entered her.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  He slid inside her.

  She gasped, her eyes wide at the way he stretched her, filled her. He felt so good, so right.

  Slowly, he started thrusting. He looked at her like she was the most precious thing on earth, something—someone—he treasured. She’d always wondered what it would feel like to have someone look at her like Seth did.

  He moved at a steady pace, his strokes smooth and even. She reveled in every movement, every bit of him inside her.

  How could anything feel so perfect? So wonderful?

  Fear crept in and she shoved it away. She focused on Seth, taking in the hard planes of his face, his gentle yet somehow fierce expression. Gentle in the way he took her, fierce in the way he felt about her.

  Bailey found herself rolling closer to climax, but she didn’t want it to happen too soon. She didn’t want to rush to the peak. She wanted to feel like this forever.

  Her body wasn’t having any of it. She rose higher and higher until she couldn’t think straight. She was almost there, so close, so close…

  “I’m going to come, Bailey.” A droplet of sweat rolled down the side of his face. “I want you to come with me.”

  She nodded, unable to speak.

  He moved a few more times and moved his lips to her ear. “Now, Bailey. Come with me, now.”

  That was all it took. She toppled over the peak and flew. She didn’t know if she made a sound, all she knew was that she was flying with Seth.

  The man in her arms let out a low cry with his own orgasm, and he traveled with her.

  He moved and moved and moved, drawing out her climax.

  And then he stopped. His hands braced on the mattress to either side of her as he just stared at her.

  “You are a jewel.” His throat worked. “A precious jewel, and I’ll always treasure you.”

  Always.

  The word cut through her consciousness.

  Always.

  Was that what she wanted?

  Always.

  Damn it, stop.

  Tell him before it’s too late.

  Tomorrow. I’ll tell him then.

  She pushed the thought aside and concentrated on Seth.

  He tucked her under his arm so she was cuddled next to him, secure in his embrace.

  “You make me feel so special.” She swallowed hard. “I don’t know how you do it, but you do.”

  “That’s because you are special.” He kissed the top of her head and she heard him inhale, breathing in her scent again.

  She loved his scent, too. It filled her up.

  Just like he did, in so many ways.

  Seth held her as her eyelids grew heavy. She felt like he was a drug that she needed to survive.

  She found herself drifting away, feeling more secure than she could remember ever feeling in her life.

  12

  Bailey woke up thinking, Dara and Charlee will be here today.

  Strangely, she wasn’t in a hurry to meet them.

  She missed her friends…but now Seth had ridden right into her life.

  Guilt flashed through her. Dara and Charlee were her two closest friends and they had planned this trip for ages. She’d be seeing them in a matter of hours.

  Yet all she could think about was Seth.

  This is so not you, Bailey. She never put men before her friends. She’d known them since they were all teenagers in Mrs. Crystal Shaw Hayden’s dance class—they’d all flunked out—and they’d been through a lot together.

  She rubbed sleep from her eyes as she shifted in her cocoon. Seth held her from behind, his chin on her shoulder, his arm draped over her waist, his leg thrown over her hip, and his erection pressed against her. He felt so big and solid.

  What a yummy way to wake up.

  Staying in bed all day and enjoying sex with Seth would be a real possibility if her friends weren’t flying here now.

  She rolled over and faced the man who looked even sexier now than he ever had. Rumpled, hair sticking out at odd angles, and dark stubble on his jaw—she’d never seen anyone hotter.

  He gave her a sleepy smile. “Good morning, beautiful.”

  She smiled back. “Good morning, Montana.”

  “Why do you call me that?” He trailed his finger along her jawline. “Asking for a friend.”

  Bailey thought about it. “I think it started out as a way to distance myself from you, to remind myself that you live a long way from Arizona.”

  He pressed his finger on the tip of her nose. “And now?”

  “I just like calling you that.” She looked over his naked torso. “Are those scars from bareback riding?”

  “Yeah.” He pointed to one on his side. “Bronc got me right there with a hoof. Busted a rib and it poked through the skin.”

  Bailey grimaced.

  He told her about his other scars and broken bones from his years in rodeo.

  If she did change her plans, she’d always be worried about him. Bareback riding was the most difficult and strenuous event in all of rodeo. It took a toll on a man and his body.

  Could I change my plans for him?

  She swallowed. She didn’t know anymore.

  “What are you thinking, sweetheart?” he asked as he studied her.

  Instead of answering, she caught his finger in her mouth and sucked.

  “You love playing with fire,” he said in his sexy country drawl.

  She slid his finger from her
mouth. “I like it hot.”

  He trailed his palm down her waist to her bare hip. “Why don’t we have breakfast before you leave to pick up your friends?”

  “Breakfast in bed is the best idea ever.” She placed her palm flat on his warm chest and slid it down his belly. “Well, second best.”

  Seth seemed distracted for a moment, but recovered enough to call for room service and order a big breakfast.

  He hung up the phone and tugged softly on strands of her hair. “I have to keep up my strength when it comes to making love to you.”

  She skipped right over the “making love” part of his sentence. “We probably have a good twenty minutes before our food arrives. I know how we can really work up an appetite.”

  He raised an eyebrow, even as his expression seemed to go from sexy to smoldering. “Oh, you do?”

  “Absolutely.” Bailey kissed a path along the center of his bare chest, heading down, down, down.

  He groaned. “I might not survive before breakfast comes.”

  Bailey laughed and slid under the sheet before he could say another word.

  Bailey stood on the pier, watching the Moku Ferry come in. Just days ago, she’d arrived on the ferry and had met Seth.

  And everything changed.

  Seth said he’d figured Bailey would want to greet Charlee and Dara without him, so he’d be at Pono Ranch for the morning.

  Wind whipped strands of hair around her face, loosening them from her braid. She thought she could see Dara, the more statuesque of the three, and Charlee, the most petite. Bailey was right in the middle when it came to height.

  The ferry came close enough to see her friends more clearly.

  Bailey bounced on her toes and waved at her friends. A rush of happiness swelled through her. She loved these girls.

  When the ferry had docked and released its passengers, Dara and Charlee were two of the first off. The three hugged and giggled and hugged and giggled some more.

  Nothing like having her besties around.

  “How was your trip?” Bailey slung Dara’s fun patchwork hobo bag, and Charlee’s big Coach carryall over her shoulders.

  “Fantastic.” Excitement shone in Charlee’s brilliant blue eyes. “My first time to Hawaii, and I’m loving every experience.”