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Chapter 11

Never say never

 

 

 

 

 

Two and a half weeks had passed since Naomi fled from him, and he hadn't seen a glimpse of her since. He found that she was quite proficient at hiding when she wanted to.

 

She'd hidden herself well in that little house of Mr. Tyler's. He was sure that Naomi had sought refuge there and it infuriated him knowing she was under the same roof as Breagan Tyler.

 

Cokrain was alone in his study attempting to focus on his work. Not much of it had been done since she left him as he couldn't stop dwelling on the woman he had almost tasted that week and a half ago. He kept reliving that night when he had her body underneath his. Her skin had been perfect under his searching hands. He hadn't expected her to be so strong, or so quick. It made him want her back even more, that she was so hard to restrain. The ache that he'd had for two years was getting to be bothersome with Naomi so close, and yet so far away. He had to get her back in his house, and in his bed, soon. Of course, he couldn't very well show up on that man's doorstep and demand her back; that would ruin his reputation. All he would get is denials, anyway. Several of his hired men were watching the Tyler house, and have reported that Naomi had not been sighted or that anything unusual had occurred.

 

He knew that she was there; he could almost feel her behind those walls.

 

The whole town and the perimeter of the town had been thoroughly searched. He was furious that she was in another man's house. She was his! Cokrain punched his desk lightly in frustration, and then quickly regained his composure. He didn't like showing others his emotions, so he found himself thankful that he was alone in the room. If Tyler had eyes, which he did, Naomi wouldn't be an innocent woman much longer. He needed to take a new approach if she wasn't removed from Tyler soon. He constantly kept in touch with the men watching the house, because he knew that the Tyler family would eventually try to get her out of it. They couldn't keep her inside forever. When she finally surfaced, he would be there waiting for her.

Thinking about the day that happened, Cokrain closed his dark lavender eyes and a smile broke out on his face. After thinking on it a moment longer, he reopened his eyes and continued to go through his books.

 

 

Naomi was in her room repairing the lavender gown that she was so hesitant to wear. It was silly, she thought, not wearing this lovely gown that she had been kindly loaned, just because it was lavender. And violet. It may be the exact shade of Cokrain's cold eyes, but it was still not necessary to avoid wearing it just because of that. As she finished sewing the gown's hemline, she decided it wouldn't hurt her to wear it at least once. Someday. She didn't want to seem unappreciative.

 

She got up and returned the gown to the armoire. It was just after dinner, and every one was beginning their nighttime rituals. She closed the armoire doors and began to disrobe so she could take a bath. When she had gotten her gown off, she heard Breagan knock on their adjoining door. She grabbed her robe, and went to open the door separating her from Breagan. Naomi's pulse began to quicken when she opened it and revealed him in all his masculine glory. He was smiling at her when she got the door opened. Gods, he's sexy, she thought.

 

“Hesitant to open your door to me, now?” Breagan asked her, good-naturedly as he walked into the room to sit in the chair by the window.

 

“Of course not, I could take you,” she shot back at him, walking back to the washroom to start running the water for her bath.

 

Hearing the bath water run, Breagan's mind came to a screeching halt and his smile fell off his face. His mind started evoking the image of Naomi in the tub with her hair shifting just enough to give him some views of her fit, glowing wet body.

 

He was in the tub with her.

 

Naomi appeared at the doorway after the bath tub had finished filling to see what Breagan had come to see her for. He was lounging beautifully in the chair and looking at her with a sudden fire in his eyes.

 

What is he thinking about?, she hoped he was thinking along the same lines as she was. Naomi's breath quickened when her mind supplied images of his hands trailing where she wanted them on her body. She watched as he unfolded his tall frame from the chair he'd occupied minutes ago and began toward her.

 

Unable to keep himself from touching her any longer, he closed the distance between himself and the girl standing so beautifully in front of him with their eyes still locked. She threw her arms around his neck when he reached her, and shot her lips up to his in a hungry demand. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and lower back and pulled her in to press against him. He nearly growled at the contact and fed on her mouth with that hunger he'd been trying to ignore ever since he had seen her for the first time at Cokrain's estate. His hands roamed the heat of Naomi through her clothes, causing his own body to ignite with impatience to get them off of her so that he could see her and feel her bare skin.

 

Naomi's mewled at the attentions his mouth was giving her and could almost feel her blood rushing through her, warming her in a way that she would not soon forget. She voiced her complaints when Breagan's hand left her hips, but was soon quieted when he pushed the kiss harder and she felt his hand at her shoulders where he could push her robe off of them.

 

He could hardly stand the wait any longer, but he knew he had to go slow for her sake. As it was, the little noises the little vixen would make with his brief touches were causing him more strain with the pain of his arousal. With the knowledge that she hadn't been bedded before, he wanted to show her that there was a pleasant side of desire. He also needed to show her that she could stop him anytime she wanted; even if it nearly killed him, he had to restrain himself for her. She was the most important of his needs, so he braced himself and abruptly broke of the kiss. He stepped back from her to look her in those lovely golden green eyes. She looked back at him with a glazed, excited gaze.

 

“What are you stopping for?” she quested, fretting slightly. She tentatively reached up and pulled off her chemise; slowly revealing her strong yet soft and slender body shaped by years of strenuous toil in her uncle's care, “I do not want to run away from you, Breagan,” she uttered breathlessly, butterflies in her stomach with the fear that he wouldn't ease the burning he'd caused. Her long hair fell to curl around her, framing her body down to her hips.

 

As she revealed herself to him, he felt as though he'd been kicked in the gut. He felt he couldn't take in another breath but for the sight he was drinking in. Tentatively reaching forward, he traced his roughened finger along the various scars on her legs, undoubtedly caused by working in a field.

 

Naomi closed her eyes when he reached for her and could feel him running his hands along the battle scars of her childhood, almost as if repairing the long ago healed wounds. She bit her lip, apprehensive about his reactions to the marks.

 

Breagan looked up at her face and stood while running his hands slowly up the length of her. She was perfect; from her golden brown head to her delicate toes.

 

Standing at his full height, he leaned in and kissed Naomi on her closed eyelids and leaned back to watch her open her incredible eyes to him.

 

As she stood there, she was shocked to feel him kiss her over her closed eyes and allowed them to open. One look at his face and her apprehension disappeared, forgetting everything but him. She may be nervous, but she wanted this; as if his touch was the only thing that would keep her alive.

 

His hands traveled around her to rest on her velvety back. Allowing a slow, sensuous smile to creep across his face, he closed the gap between their lips once more and he slowly ushered her backward toward the bed. The bed caught her on the back of her legs and she sat on it with her lips still locked in the fevered kiss with the man before her.

 

Breagan briefly let go of Naomi to begin quickly working his own clothes from himself. Naomi watched with eyes that had seen the male form, though not by her own choice, and never one so crafted as his. She enjoyed watching as each well-formed morsel that was part of him became visible to her. He watched her face as he undressed, his body growing more insistent with her candid perusal of him. Gods, does she know what she's doing?! he thought as he watched in rapture when she unconsciously licked her bottom lip.

 

Fully free from the barriers of his clothing, he closed in on Naomi's own naked form awaiting him on the dark crimson sheets of her bed. Once he reached her, they concentrated on each other's eyes once again; gold/green into chocolate brown.

 

“Lie down for me, sweetness,” Breagan quietly rumbled through his controlled haze. Naomi immediately complied, suddenly feeling very vulnerable next to his close size as lied low between her legs. As if to quell her fears, he dipped low in a way that his face was inches from her stomach.

 

Naomi lay there, helpless to her own intensifying warmth as she could feel his breath on her tummy along with the rasping of his chest hair against her bare skin. Her breath came faster in gasps when his tongue darted out to taste her at the navel. He soon began to make a trail from her navel up using his mouth, kissing and eventually suckling once he reached her breasts. His own heat nearly became too much to bear when he could feel her intensity pressed against his stomach, proving her response to him.

 

Unable to take much more torment from his scalding hot tongue, she took it upon herself to grasp his head by the hair and bringing him to her aching lips.

 

Breagan was pleasantly surprised when she proved to be as demanding as him to their needs. As it was, he hadn't finished exploring her yet, so he nipped her lip before traveling down her jaw line, treating it with the same as her lip and navel. When he reached the junction of her neck and shoulder, he paid special attention to it before trailing languidly down the silk of her skin. He hurt with the insistence of his flesh, but continued to ignore it as best he could while he gave her his love. On his journey back down to her hips, he alternately licked and blew on his trail, grinning slightly at the shivers he'd caused.

 

Naomi had no idea why he was trying to kill her slowly with his torture. Whatever his plan, she felt way too liquid to have any coherency when he reached his goal between her legs. White hot light exploded behind her eyes accompanied by a whimper when he ran a hot path along her center. She'd never envisioned that people did this, but that's as far as her thoughts went before his fingers and tongue shattered them with their respective ministrations.

 

When her hands once again buried themselves in his almost-too-long hair and insisted him north, he retraced his path up her body to look at her from under his sweaty bangs. Her breath caught when she saw the bluntly sexual picture he caused. Urging him the rest of the way to her face, she took the possession of his lips once more.

He fed on her taste even as he began to settle above her in the primitive motion used since the beginning of time, running his length over her wetness. He then brought himself up propped over her as he ran his hands through her silky hair.

 

“You are so breathtaking, Naomi. I have had a difficult time keeping my hands off of you for nearly two weeks now, and it's been pure hell. You have to know that once I take you, I will not be able to avoid touching you again,” he said jaggedly, giving her one more chance to change her mind, though he thought if would kill him should she do that.

 

Running her virgin hands down his sides, she took very un-virgin like pleasure in the response that earned her, “That's a good thing, Breagan. I want you to touch me…and I shall die if you do not hurry,” she told him quickly. She was squirming underneath him, working to feel more of his manhood running along her junction.

 

Breagan let out a guttural, almost primitive moan and lowered his head once more on her honeyed mouth as he joined their bodies slowly. He was breaking a sweat with the torture of going slow for her comfort, but he had to be careful with her. She was his goal; not what he could take from her.

 

Naomi bit her lip in helpless thrill at the feel of her body slowly accepting his. She only noticed the initial pain of her loss of virginity from a distance before it began to fade, as she physically pleaded with him for more from his solid body upon her. Though she felt vulnerable only moments ago, as they lay now she felt safe, loved. After few moments of his sex against hers, she began to feel a need to build the delicious tension that was promising a higher purpose. She ran her own fingers through his hair as he moved, taking in every detail of his intense face in the lamplight through her own fiery gaze. The scent of the air in the room was musky and natural as they moaned and arched against one another. Breagan growled with male appreciation over her beautiful responses. With his more demanding thrusts, she met them just as firmly and they began their simultaneous climb to reach the summit that they mindlessly sought. Naomi felt her slick body pulsing around him as his final plunges took them both over.

 

Once the tremors had slowed, Breagan lied down on the bed beside Naomi and pulled her into his chest. Immediately laying her head down on his shoulder, she thought to herself through the passing haze that as hard as the past number of weeks had been on her, she was thankful that they had brought her to him; right here… comfortable and safe in his arms. Naomi took a long, deep breath...and to think; only two weeks ago, she hadn't even known he existed.

 

Running his hand up and down Naomi's bare back, Breagan's muddled mind remembered what he had come to her room to say before he became preoccupied in her. Looking down at the top of her head, he took a breath.

 

“So, I'll bet you're getting pretty sick of being stuck in this little house, huh?” he asked her.

 

“Sure, but it's much better than the alternative,” Naomi replied from his shoulder. She levered herself up to look at him, “Besides, being stuck in this `little' house is turning out to be quite enjoyable,” she said through an uncharacteristically devilish smile, “Why do you ask?”

 

She was so captivating that he began to forget what he was going to say again. He felt like the luckiest man alive. Looking at her softly, he said, “I thought we might take a little trip to the Hamdell Estate.”