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Keena’s teeth had begun to chatter, but when Ryan found her center beneath the water’s surface and then lifted her to push his still-hard shaft into her passage, she forgot all about the cold as her body heated up.
She gripped his shoulders and cried out in pleasure. Hungry for all of him, she wrapped her legs around his waist and worked with him to pump his shaft deep inside her. Ryan, guiding her hips, lifted her up and down on his length. She couldn’t believe how long he was, how broad, to the point of stretching her around him.
They cried each other’s names out when they came together moments later. Ryan’s hold didn’t loosen for a moment. He let her slide down his chest until the water lapped at her shoulders, but there was no space between them. She stared into his eyes, this time not losing herself as she almost did back at the tree, but still so drawn to him that she couldn’t have turned away if she wanted to.
“No woman has captured me like this,” he whispered.
She smiled. “Me capture you? You’ve hooked me. What magic are you using that I have to have you against all reason?”
A shadow passed over his face, and she wondered what she could have said wrong, but he forced a smile. “I’m not using my magic,” he teased. “You broke the power of it when you sucked me like that.”
She laughed at the awe reflected in his eyes. “Good grief, you act like a woman’s never given you a blow job. It’s just sex.” She tried for the woman-about-the-world attitude, but it sounded false in her own ears.
Ryan hugged her a
nd kissed her ear but made no comment. “Come on. We’ll build a fire and dry off.”
“Shouldn’t we be getting back? The others will be waiting.” She followed him back to the horse and was surprised when he began pulling supplies from a saddlebag she hadn’t noticed before. “Hold on. You planned to get me out here alone, didn’t you?”
His answer was to pull out a couple of blankets and a thermos. Keena gave him a dirty look but went to help lay out the supplies. The chill had returned, but something told her what Ryan would do to ward it off would have her moaning through orgasm after orgasm, and she was more than okay with that.
Chapter Eight
The sun was setting. Keena sat tucked between Ryan’s legs with a blanket under them and one tossed over them. Neither of them had bothered to put clothes on for the entire day, and Keena had no idea where the hours had gone. All she knew was that she had found intense satisfaction in Ryan’s arms, and because her time was short, she wanted to make the most of this experience.
“Will you get in trouble?” she asked him and then blew on the roasted marshmallow he had supplied her with from his bag.
“No, I’m close with the owner. I’m a hard worker usually.” He shrugged.
“Well, are we going to head back soon with the sun going down?”
His gaze shifted from the fire to her. “Are you getting bored with me, Keena?”
“Of course not. Don’t be silly.” She smirked. “Although I am kind of sore. I mean seriously, you pack a lot into your pants, and a woman can only take so much until she needs to rest.”
“You flatter me.”
She twisted around to glance down at his length resting between them. “I don’t. Trust me, whatever the reason is that you’re single, that’s not it.” She could have bitten her tongue at the closed look that came over his face from her words. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
He shook his head. “No. It’s fine.” They sat in silence for a good twenty minutes before Ryan spoke again. “Her name was Anne. She was the love of my life, sweet and beautiful, delicate. Loving her brought out the protective instinct in me.”
He faltered in his speech as if he wasn’t comfortable saying so much, let alone something that personal. Yet, Keena knew what he meant. Men like Ryan would love the fragile, beautiful women who could scarcely take care of themselves, women who didn’t know the first thing about balancing their own checkbooks or what insurance carrier they used for the car—someone not like her. Of course, there was nothing wrong with letting a man handle all those things if one had a man like that. Keena had dreamed of someone to take a good bit of the burden, someone she could depend on.
She had no idea what to say in comment to Ryan, so she kept quiet. He didn’t appear to need her to say anything. She pulled his arms tighter around her, nibbled on her marshmallow, and listened.
“We were in Paris for a late honeymoon because, when we were married, I was just starting a business venture. I couldn’t get away at that time, so it took two years for me to find both the time and the money to take her. At first things were wonderful, couldn’t have been better. We seemed to be close, but looking back, I realize we had nothing in common. She hated horses, hated Colorado, for that matter. She was a city girl like you.”
That admission, that Anne was from the city, brought Keena down even further, although she didn’t know why. They were just lovers and nothing more. When she left, she would never see him again unless she came back to Colorado on vacation. That wouldn’t be before next year, or longer, when she could get away.
Ryan frowned. His eyes glazed over like he was remembering something, and it must have been bad because he pressed too hard against Keena’s stomach. She winced, and he drew back.
“I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay. Go on.”
“One night after we were there fore a week, we went to take in a show Anne wanted to see. When it was over, we left the dinner theater and started back to the hotel. I think we took a wrong turn and ended up lost. We wandered around without seeing anyone to ask for directions for a while. It was late and chilly, and Anne was getting tired and cranky. I was tired as well, so I wasn’t as tolerable of her complaining. We argued. I wasn’t watching where we were going at that point, and then . . .”
When Ryan stopped talking, Keena twisted around to look at him, but the coldness he had displayed when she first met him seemed to radiate out of him. He moved her forward and stood up to slip into his pants. Bare-chested and oblivious to the cool night air, he stood facing the moon, staring at it like it had answers for what had happened to him and his wife so long ago.
