“I’m game if you are,” she replied, turning to grin at him. The look in his eyes stopped her, though. Their banter might have been light, but the expression on his face was dead serious.
“I’m going to have you, Catherine,” he said. “Don’t mistake me. And when I do, you’ll be begging for it.”
“At least you aren’t short on ego,” she replied.
“No true Texan is.”
* * * * *
They stopped for lunch at midday, and even Catherine had to admit the visit at the Watson ranch had been nice. Hope Watson was a plump, happy young woman with three little children hanging from her skirts, and the two of them had enjoyed a cup of tea together while the men looked at the stock.
They ate lunch beside a little stream that she’d gone swimming in as a child— swimming with Wade and Ryan, actually. About a mile outside town, it was a magnet for kids on hot summer days. There was even a swimming hole and a rope swing. It was still far too cold for swimming, though, so they had the place to themselves.
Catherine spread their picnic blanket on the ground and pulled out the basket she’d put together for them. Nothing too exciting, just thick slices of her own bread spread with jam, a couple of boiled eggs and some cheese, but they both enjoyed it.
“That was good,” Wade said, leaning back on the blanket. Catherine looked over at him, secretly admiring the view. Wade wasn’t a pretty man, but his features were strong and clear. And those penetrating green eyes… Every girl in town had been in love with him at one point or another. Even her, although she didn’t like to admit it.
She’d had a huge crush on him before he left for the war.
Heck, she had a pretty good crush on him right now. Her eyes wandered down his body, noting how well his faded wool pants outlined his figure. Between his legs in particular. There was bulk there, enough to make a girl wonder, and she felt her cheeks heating up. Of course he chose that moment to look over at her.
“See anything you like?” he asked in a slow drawl. “You can touch if you want.” She opened her mouth to give him a snappy comeback, and then a smile stole across her face. Two could play at this game.
“Sure,” she said, scooting across the blanket toward him. “Looks like you have a nice enough package there, but maybe a little small. I think I should check things out.”
She reached across his lap, rubbing her hand boldly along his thigh. He gasped, and they both froze, captivated by their game of sexual taunting. She’d never done anything remotely like this before, not even when she was married to Ryan. But she wanted to touch him, she could admit that to herself. Wade darned well wanted to be touched. No question of that. And if she managed to break past his self-imposed boundaries? Well, then she won. And if she didn’t, at least she’d have some fun before settling into her new role as town schoolmarm.
She felt his flesh rising beneath her touch, the hard length of his erection thickening under her fingers. She ran her fingers back and forth, each time holding him a little more firmly. He gasped, and then let himself fall back on the blanket, one arm over his eyes as he allowed himself to fully enjoy the moment.
After a little while she decided this wasn’t enough. She didn’t just want to feel him, she wanted to look at him. Maybe even taste him. She’d heard about that from some of her girlfriends, although she’d doubted at the time that any woman would willingly do something like that. But being around Wade, smelling him, seeing the tension in his body as she touched him—it made her wonder…
Catherine opened his pants, sliding her hand in and finding the hot length of his penis. It was bigger than she’d imagined, and the skin was very smooth. She ran her fingers up and down, finding the ridge below the head, tracing it to the notch on the bottom. A tingling sensation grew between her legs, a certain eagerness to be close to him that reminded her of the way his kisses made her feel.
Wanting more, Catherine used both hands to ease his pants down his hips, Wade lifting himself to make it easier for her. She pulled out his penis, awed. It wasn’t as large as Baron’s, of course, but it was pretty big. The head was flushed red, and a whitish pearl of moisture had gathered at the tip. She ran a fingertip through it, painting the slippery substance around his sensitive flesh. Wade gasped, and Catherine smiled. She loved how it made her feel, so powerful and special. Wade was a strong man, yet all it took was one of her fingers touching him to conquer him completely.
Catherine leaned closer, examining him carefully. Wade reached down and grabbed her hand, cupping it around his length and showing her how to run it up and down.
She followed his lead eagerly, loving the way he moaned as she worked his stiffened shaft.
“You’re killing me, Cat,” he muttered finally. “You need to stop now.”
“Or what?” she asked, rubbing him even faster. “You’ll throw me down and have your wicked way with me? I dare you to do it!”
He moaned, and lifted a hand as if to push her away. Before he could act, she wrapped her lips around the head of his erection, sucking him in deeply. Wade gave a groan of pain and need, then clutched her hair with his fingers, pulling her more fully down and over him.
groan of pain and need, then clutched her hair with his fingers, pulling her more fully down and over him.
Now that she had him in her mouth, Catherine wasn’t quite sure what to do with him. He tasted salty, and from the quivering of his body and the strength of his hands, she knew he liked what she’d done. She tried sucking at him like lollipop, reveling in the little noises he made. Then she swirled her tongue around the tip for a while. A surge of salty fluid came out, and she wondered if he was done already. But it didn’t seem like it was enough, and his hand still urged her on, so she kept sucking.
She’d never tried anything like this with Ryan, and frankly had never wanted to. But sucking Wade felt right.
His hands grew more urgent, and his penis got harder the longer she sucked. Then Catherine had a brilliant idea. Wade wanted to come, she knew enough about men to understand that. And she wanted him to make love to her. Maybe all he needed was the proper motivation.
Pulling free of his hands, she released him with a pop and sat up next to him. His eyes flew open and he groaned, his penis standing so straight and hard it could have been a fence post.
“I think I’m done,” she said lightly, looking out over the pond. “That was fun, but I don’t want to take advantage of you. You made it very clear that you wouldn’t have sex with me unless we’re married, and I don’t want to cross that line.”