Krista felt weak staring at those killer dimples. Gawd, she was a mess. She'd just wanted to get away from the man pawing at her and the other one staring at her so hard it was as if he were trying to coax her over to him through sheer will alone. She didn't even know how to feel about the sexy silent one. She felt like Goldilocks trying out the three bears. One brother was just too intense, the other was too forward, and the other didn't seem to want anything to do with her. Of course that one was the one who seemed to get her engine running. Maybe it was her sense of self-preservation that drew her to him. There was no doubt in her mind if she invited one of the other two up to her room, he'd take her up on the offer. But for some reason, she felt safe with Toby. Like she didn't have to anticipate where his unwanted hands would land or worry if he'd burn holes in her with his unnerving stare. Even though he didn't seem too thrilled with her, she was relieved it was him and not one of his brothers walking her to her room.
"Thanks," she breathed, stepping away from the table.
He walked around and joined her. But as they walked out of the dining room, Krista could see how rigid his shoulders were. He didn't engage her in conversation as they walked down the hall, solidifying her theory that he didn't want anything to do with her. After experiencing the unwanted attention from his brothers, Krista knew Toby's behavior should've been flattering.
She was quickly finding out that it was not.
She was attracted to this man, but he didn't seem to reciprocate. Maybe she should just bite the bullet and make the first move. Just the thought of coming on to him made her feel queasy. She was not some temptress. If she made a pass, she'd probably just make a fool of herself instead.
But she wasn't getting any younger, and all the thoughts she had before coming out here--thoughts of finally having wild monkey sex, or just having sex, period--flooded her mind. So what if she made a fool of herself? She'd never see Toby again. And if she were desperate enough to lose her virginity down here, she could always tap one of his brothers. An involuntary shiver attacked her with that ugly thought. It seemed that as soon as she looked at Toby, no other man would do. Okay, she wasn't going to think too much on that! But she needed to get this man talking if anything was ever going to happen.
"H-How do you like working with your family?" Lame-o question. But too late to retract it.
"I like it just fine. Nothing special. I hope with the purchase of the Caldwell Tree Farm we can get more permanent help to do the labor-intensive stuff and me and my brothers can take on more of the business aspect of the operation."
He sounded so sexy, too. And, oh Lord, his smell was something right out of a woodsman catalogue. Her hands trembled being this close to such a strong, virile man. "That'd be good. I mean being able to do more work in the office. What kind of cologne are you wearing?" she blurted out and then stifled a groan at her awkward behavior.
He paused, and she looked up at him. All the way up into those gorgeous blue-green eyes. "Um, I'm not wearing any."
"Then why do you smell so good?" She covered her mouth on a gasp. What the hell was wrong with her? She was so not good at subtle flirting. Maybe next she should just throw her dress over her head and ask him to play with her pee-pee. Lord have mercy. At least they were standing outside her room, so she could run and hide now.
He chuckled, leaning into her space, and all thoughts of awkwardness fled, being replaced with very naughty ones. What was it about this man that made her heart go pitter-patter? She looked away, trying to rein in her raging hormones. But when she felt something against her hair and heard a soft moan, she yanked her head back in Toby's direction just in time to see him lean away, rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were a mixture of melt-her-panties heat and mortification. Confused, she reached up and touched her hair, feeling a slight dampness at the spot.
"Did you . . . Did you just lick my hair?"
He slowly shook his head, keeping his eyes on her as he moved his hand away from his face. "It was standing up, so I smoothed it down. My hands are just sweating."
The thought of him fixing her hair gave her a tingling feeling in the pit of her stomach. Why, she didn't know. It was such a small thing, but he did it for her. And the confession about his hands sweating only comforted her because it meant he was nervous, too, and he didn't mind telling her he was. He made her feel comfortable.
He made her horny.
Knowing she'd regret it if she didn't do something, she stepped forward and brought her hands up to his cheeks, stroking his face gently. "My hands are sweating too, see?"
He grabbed her wrists, and she thought he was going to push her away. But he just stood there, his eyes searching hers almost frantically. Then with a groan he released her wrists, buried his hands in her hair, and crushed his lips to hers, kissing her with a sense of desperation she didn't quite understand but didn't bother trying to figure out. All that mattered was he was kissing her and he tasted even better than he smelled. His tongue licked her seam, and she was all too eager to open up for him. The feel of his tongue rubbing against hers was her downfall. Her knees buckled, but one of his arms shot around her back and grasped her waist, which kept her upright, as his other hand stayed in her hair to hold her head for his assault on her mouth.
She moaned, unable to process all the emotions roaring through her, and that needy sound seemed to fuel him on. He backed her against the wall by her bedroom door, and he fumbled with the knob. Once he got it open, he lifted her like she didn't weigh anything and carried her into the room while never stopping his kiss. He kicked the door shut as her feet found the floor again, only to find herself being backed up against the side wall.
He softened his kiss, his mouth sipping at hers as his hands landed on her hips, caressing her, gentling her, and she felt her pussy flood with her juices. God, she was ready for this. All these years not thinking about when she'd ever have sex, and now she couldn't wait. Because it finally felt right. She wound her arms around his neck and fisted her hands in his hair. Kissing him back with as much passion as he was kissing her. Then his lips left hers, and he kissed, licked, and nipped his way down her throat. Her hips thrust forward of their own volition, and she came in contact with his hard cock. Gasping, she couldn't help but want more, so she reached down and grabbed him through his slacks.
He groaned, thrusting into her touch. "Fuck, Krista, you don't know what you're doing to me." He grabbed the sleeve of her dress and tugged, pulling it along with her bra strap, exposing her breast. "Sweet Jesus." He swooped down, sucking her nipple into his mouth.
She moaned, her head falling back as he feasted on her breast while tugging her dress on the other side, releasing her other breast. As he kissed, nipped, and licked one nipple, he pinched, tugged, and rolled the other one with his fingers.
Krista had never felt something this intense, feeling Toby's mouth and hands on her, listening to his grunts and groans as he gorged on her body.
She released his cock and heard him whimper, but she wasn't planning on neglecting him for long. Oh, no. She wanted skin on skin. She yanked on his belt as he switched his mouth to her other breast. She gasped as she felt the air hit her wet, sensitive nipple and then moaned as his fingers raked over it gently while his mouth ravished her other one.
After she unfastened his belt, she unbuttoned his pants and drew down his zipper, the rasp of it one of the sexiest sounds she thought she'd ever heard before. Until the guttural groan that escaped Toby when she wrapped her hand around his pulsing cock. That was the sexist sound she'd ever heard in her life! Knowing she was giving a man this kind of pleasure before sex was one hell of an ego boost. She stroked him, using his leaking moisture to slicken her movements, but as she worked his cock, her pussy was clenching on nothing, aching to be penetrated. She rocked her hips back and forth, seeking contact, and he didn't disappoint. When his mouth left her breast and found her lips, his leg shoved between hers, and she gasped into his mouth as she rode his thigh.
"That's it, baby," Toby murmured against her lips. He was gathering her dress up with both hands, and with sudden nervous energy, she squeezed his dick and pumped him faster. He grabbed her wrist, stilling her. "Slow down, little vixen. I don't wanna come yet."
Her heart was pounding and her body trembling as his finger slid under the edge of her panties. He found her wet and ready for him.
"Fuck, fuck, Krista. You're so fucking wet, baby," he groaned, kissing along her neck, and thrust his dick into her hand. She started stroking him again as she gasped at his intimate touch. So good, so damn good. But with her heart going a mile a minute, she frantically wondered if she should say something to him about her inexperience. As he rubbed around her clit and slid down to her opening, she couldn't help but squeak as he gently prodded her entrance.
"I'm a virgin," she blurted out nervously.
He instantly stilled, panting on her neck. Then he leaned back and looked into her eyes. "What?"
Heat suffused her cheeks. "I-I said, I'm a virgin," she whispered, unable to find her voice.
He swore then pulled his hand out of her panties, so she automatically let go of his cock. Not looking at her face, he gently pulled her dress and bra back up, covering her. Then he stepped back, swallowing convulsively, and tucked his dick back in before zipping up and buckling his belt.
Finally, he looked at her as he took another step back. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten carried away like that. Please forgive me."
Too stunned to say anything, she just watched as Toby turned and left her room.