A Creed in Stone Creek Part 20

His hand. It was between her legs now, stroking her, teasing her, subtly parting her. It was between her legs now, stroking her, teasing her, subtly parting her.

He kissed his way down her neck, stopped to nibble at her left breast, then her right. She was squirming, even whimpering a little, by the time he left the nipples, wet from his mouth and so hard that they nearly hurt.

He reached her belly, tasting her skin, his fingers still plying her.

Melissa's whole body buckled in reaction; if he kept this up, she'd have an o.r.g.a.s.m way way too soon. She didn't realize she'd voiced this concern aloud until Steven laughed and s.h.i.+fted, kneeling between her legs now. too soon. She didn't realize she'd voiced this concern aloud until Steven laughed and s.h.i.+fted, kneeling between her legs now.

"Go ahead and let yourself go if you need to," he drawled, leaning forward now, his hands gently possessive on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "There will be plenty more where that came from."

Another groan escaped her, fierce, almost primordial.

And then he lowered himself to her, parted her with his fingers, flicked at her with the tip of his tongue.

Melissa's hips surged upward, and she made a soblike sound, hoa.r.s.e with l.u.s.t.

He tempted. He teased. He feasted, and then withdrew, and then feasted again.

Melissa buried her fingers in his hair, frantic. Her body flew, but Steven stayed with her.

She began to quiver all over, and perspiration misted her skin, made wisps and tendrils of her hair stick to her neck and her cheeks and her forehead. Finally, she pleaded, in a scratchy rasp....

And the climax came, shattering, a thing of light and heat and fire, blinding her, wringing guttural shouts from her throat, causing her heels to dig deep into the surface of the mattress.

Steven held her afterward, until the trembling had eased, until she could breathe, and then got up, a haze at the periphery of her vision, and got out of his jeans.

She hadn't seen his shaft-everything was blurry-but she felt felt it all right, because he was soon on top of her. The length of him, hard and hot, pressed against her abdomen and belly, a physical portent of what was about to happen. it all right, because he was soon on top of her. The length of him, hard and hot, pressed against her abdomen and belly, a physical portent of what was about to happen.

Melissa moaned again, as all the melted-honey satisfaction of her recent climax instantly morphed into something greedy and feverish and utterly wild.

Steven s.h.i.+fted his weight slightly, careful not to crush her, and she knew he was putting on the condom. Even that move was graceful.

He kissed her again, then looked straight into her eyes and said, "Last chance to say no."

Melissa arched her back, inviting him inside her in that way as old as the human race, and now it was Steven who groaned. He was part of her in one swift, fiery stroke, sheathed to the hilt.

She reveled in the sensation of being conquered and, at the same time, conquering. By tacit agreement, they both lay still for a few long, delicious moments, simply savoring this most intimate of all connections.

As soon as he began to move, though, Melissa was lost.

She bucked under him, like a wild mare being broke to ride, and clawed at his shoulders and his back, and there was something so primitive, so freeing, in the joining that a terrible, consuming joy rose up inside her.

On and on it went, the delicious tension rising, rising-and then the peak. Melissa wept as she gave herself up to Steven Creed, completely, eagerly, without reservation or shame.

His whole body stiffened as, at last, he surrendered, his head thrown back, the muscles cording in his neck.

Then he collapsed beside her, one leg still sprawled across her thighs, and both of them lay gasping.

It was a long time-a very long time-before either of them spoke.

In the end, it was Steven who broke the silence.

Melissa's face was wet with tears, and he dried them with the side of one thumb, kissed the traces of them away.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, and he sounded genuinely worried.

Melissa laughed softly. "Hurt me? Mister, if that was pain, bring on the next round." me? Mister, if that was pain, bring on the next round."

His eyes, his wonderful blue eyes, remained solemn, and the chortling sound he made came out brief and a little raw. "Then why the tears?"

She crooned a sigh. She was soft everywhere, inside and out. And more deeply satisfied than she'd ever imagined it was possible to be. "Because it was so good," she said, tracing the line of his jaw with the tip of one index finger.

He ventured a smile then, shook his head. "Women," he said.

He got up, disappeared into the bathroom again, then came back.

Melissa looked at Steven, saw that he was hard again, and held out her arms to him.

THE MEAT LOAF WAS PRETTY GOOD, in Steven's opinion, and after several hours with Melissa O'Ballivan, definitely the hottest woman he'd ever encountered, in or out of bed, he was ravenously hungry.

He was managing to keep his misgivings at bay, but he knew they were slinking around like wolves on the fringes of the light from a campfire, waiting to pounce.

She sat across the table from him now, fresh from the shower they'd just shared, wearing his T-s.h.i.+rt and nothing else. He felt downright overdressed in his jeans and the s.h.i.+rt he'd been wearing earlier.

Melissa picked up her fork, but instead of taking a bite of food, she looked around. Smiled.

"What?" Steven asked, amused, but feeling a touch of something else, too. Something proprietary, though he wasn't ready to call it jealousy.

"It's ironic," she answered, with a saucy twist of her mouth and a twinkle in her beautiful eyes. "I've been inside this bus maybe three times in my life-Brad bought it for the guys in his band, while Ashley and I were still in high school, and Olivia had just started college. And none of us were allowed anywhere near near it unless he was with us-he was that determined to protect our virtue." it unless he was with us-he was that determined to protect our virtue."

Steven smiled. "Can't say I blame the man for that," he commented. "Looking out for three sisters-especially kid kid sisters-has to be a challenge." sisters-has to be a challenge."

Melissa took a few bites, looking pleasantly thoughtful. Then she asked, "Do you have sisters, Steven?"

He shook his head. "I'm an only child," he said.

"That sounds lonely."

"You know what they say. A person can be lonely in a crowd."

"That's true," Melissa admitted. "And I have to admit, there were times when I wouldn't have minded being an only child myself."

"Did you always want to be a lawyer?"

"No," she replied. "My first ambition was to reign as queen of Stone Creek Rodeo Days."

"Did you?"

"Sure did," Melissa answered. "When I was nineteen. Did you you always want to be a lawyer?" always want to be a lawyer?"

Steven paused a moment before shaking his head. "Nope," he said. "I planned on running a ranch, like my dad."

"What changed your mind?"

Steven was a little surprised to find himself discussing a matter he'd barely talked about with Zack, his best friend, or Brody and Conner, his cousins. "Ranching was in my blood," he said, "but so was the law, as it turned out. My grandfather founded one of the biggest firms east of the Mississippi. It was a family business."

"Was?" Melissa's tone was casual, but she was watching him closely.

"My uncles still run it. It wasn't the same after my mother and grandfather pa.s.sed away."

"Wasn't there a place for you-afterward?" she asked.

Steven shook his head. "Not one I'd fit into," he said. "Zack-Matt's father-was a good friend of mine, from way back. He put in a good word for me where he worked, and I moved to Denver." He paused, looking back. It wasn't something he allowed himself to do very often; in his opinion, there wasn't much to gain by indulging in personal retrospectives. "Turned out I liked practicing criminal law a lot better than corporate. And I was good at it."

"But you didn't stay," Melissa said smoothly.

He grinned. "You must be pretty good in a courtroom yourself," he observed. Though the remark had been prompted by her subtle way of going after sensitive information, Steven meant what he was saying. Melissa wasn't just beautiful, she was smart, and most likely successful at just about everything she did.

Take s.e.x, for instance.

Melissa smiled, and that was almost Steven's undoing. When the lady smiled, her eyes shone and her whole face lit up. "I do all right," she replied easily. Then she drew a deep breath, let it out, and squared her shoulders. "So," she went on. "What brings you to Stone Creek?"

"It's a great place to raise a kid," Steven said.

"So are lots of other places, like Denver. And Boston. And wherever else you've been in your travels."

Like Lonesome Bend, Colorado, he thought, with a touch of sadness.

He didn't see any need to tell Melissa about the experience that had soured him on the place. So he merely raised and lowered one shoulder slightly in what was meant to serve as a shrug. "As you probably know, your sister-in-law and I are distantly related. Turns out the founders of the McKettrick and Creed clans were half brothers. Meg tracked me down online, and we started emailing back and forth. The more she told me about Stone Creek, the more it appealed to me. I paid a brief visit, met Meg and the rest of the McKettrick family, saw that this ranch was for sale and made an offer."

Melissa bit down on her lower lip, her eyes luminous with worried curiosity. "Today at lunch, you mentioned spending summers on a Colorado ranch while you were growing up. Is that near Denver?"

Steven nodded. "It's outside a town called Lonesome Bend. My dad and stepmother still live there, when they're not traveling around the country in their RV. My cousin Conner runs the operation now."

"Your cousin?" She arched one eyebrow. The woman didn't miss much. "If the ranch was your home, at least part of the time, why not make a life there?"

He sat back, folded his arms. Tessa Quinn's meat loaf was fantastic, but he was satisfied. When it came to food, anyway. "Conner and Brody's father was the firstborn son in his generation. He inherited the ranch when my grandparents were both gone, and even though my dad stepped in and took over after his older brother died, there was never any question of owners.h.i.+p. Legally, the ranch pa.s.sed to my cousins when they turned twenty-one."

"And your dad was just out in the cold after that?"

Steven grinned. "Hardly. The executors paid Dad a good salary for taking care of the spread, not to mention raising Conner and Brody, and he had some money of his own to start with. He's a master saddle maker-there aren't many of those left-and he fills custom orders for a pretty elite list of customers."

Melissa smiled. "When he's not RVing with your stepmother?"

"It's a big RV," Steven answered. "Dad does a lot of work on the road."

Melissa, also through eating, rested her forearms on the table and leaned forward a little way. "Does it bother you?" she asked.

"Does what bother me?"

"That your cousins each got a share of the ranch but you evidently didn't?

"No," Steven said. "That was the deal. I knew it from the beginning. And, anyway, Conner and Brody offered me a third of the outfit. I turned it down."

"Because?"

"Because I wanted to build a legacy of my own," Steven said.

She spread her hands. "And here you are," she said, with another of those wrenching smiles of hers.

"Here I am," he agreed.

"Have you ever been in love?"

Steven chuckled. "Yeah," he said. "At least, I thought so at the time."

"But you were mistaken?"

"I guess you could say that."

"What was she like?"

"Beautiful. Smart. Tough as nails."

They were quiet for a few moments, while Melissa mulled over what he'd said. For his part, Steven was content just to look at her, though he wouldn't have said no to more s.e.x.

"How about you?" he asked, in good time. "Have you ever been in love?"

As soon as he'd asked that question, he regretted it, because the atmosphere changed. He saw Melissa draw further into herself; her smile wobbled and the happy light in her eyes dimmed a little.

"I guess it's only fair, your asking me that," she said. "Since I asked you you the same thing about two minutes ago." the same thing about two minutes ago."

His heart went out to her, and he wasn't sure it was going to find its way back where it belonged anytime soon.

He reached across the narrow table, took her hand, gave her fingers a light squeeze. "Another time," he said, watching her. Thinking he might just fall right into the blue of her eyes, tumbling head over heels forever, never hitting bottom.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "Fair is fair."

"If you don't feel like talking, Melissa, that's all right."

Melissa looked straight into his eyes, didn't move to pull her hand from his grasp, but it was a long time before she spoke. "His name was-is-Dan Guthrie. He wanted to get married, and he had these two great kids. I said yes. But every time we tried to go through with the plan and actually throw a wedding, I'd back off. Eventually, Dan got tired of that, and he-well-he's married to someone else now. They're going to have a baby."

Steven wanted to ask if she still loved this Guthrie yahoo, but he figured there had been enough soul-baring for one night.

Besides that, he wasn't sure he could stand hearing the answer.