Matt Dillon observed her as she collected wildflowers. He admired her beauty, alabaster skin flushed from the summer heat and auburn curls tumbling over her shoulder as she plucked a prairie rose. He had never known a woman like her. Her heart was as big as the prairie. Her love for him was as vast as the blue sky above him. Her smile could untether all burdens from him. She had struck down every wall around his heart he'd built. He didn't remember life before Kitty Russell.
Her alluring call of his name broke him from his thoughts. He stared at her as she approached, grinning like a punch-drunk schoolboy in love for the first time. She lovingly smiled at her man and stepped over his long legs. "Know what I got?" she asked, looking down at him as he relaxed on the handwoven blanket.
He shook his head and appreciated how the trousers hugged her curves.
Kitty eased down, straddling his lap. She revealed the pink oval flower in her hand to him. "Know what it's called?" she inquired and lifted her sapphire eyes from the bloom, meeting his gaze.
Matt shrugged his shoulders.
"Kiss me quick," she whispered and fleetingly caressed his lips with hers.
"Kitty," Matt whined. He craved more of her and gripped her waist, leaning in to capture her pillowy lips.
She placed a slender hand to the middle of his broad chest and demurely shook her head, sloping away from him. Her laughter filled the air as she landed on her back. The redhead stared at Matt as he hovered over her. "Matt," she murmured huskily, noticing his eyes darkening with desire.
He skillfully unfastened a few buttons of her blouse and watched the rise and fall of her ample bosom. He brushed his lips against the corner of her mouth and trailed down, pressing his lips against the sensitive hollow of her neck. His teeth nipped gently at the spot.
She quivered underneath him, moaning softly as his tongue glided along her collarbone. A wave of heat flushed though her. She placed her hand on the back of his neck and arched as he kissed the top of her breasts. "Hold it," she ordered, lowering her voice an octave to imitate him.
He groaned and buried his face into her chest. "Kitty," he grumbled under his breath.
"Ever made love in a creek, Cowboy?" she asked, warm breath against his earlobe that sent shivers down his spine.
He grunted in response and rolled off her, sitting up and shifting uncomfortably.
She stood to her feet and tossed her hair over her shoulder. Kitty put her hands on her hips and bit her bottom lip. She cooed sympathetically at his predicament and shucked her boots. "C'mon," she drawled, taking steps backwards as she undid the remaining buttons.
Matt lifted his head and watched her. He caught the cotton blouse as she tossed it at him. He lunged to catch the corset. His eyes widened as she pushed down the trousers, revealing nothing but her smooth skin underneath. He drew in a ragged breath as she left the pants at the edge of the grassy bank and waded in.
Kitty shivered at the coolness of the water and glanced behind her. She spied her wide-eyed, awestricken lover. She turned and crooked her finger, beckoning him to come to her. Her eyes raked over him as he hurriedly discarded every stitch of clothing he wore. She licked her lips as he strode towards her, gasping in surprise as he lifted her into his arms. Her legs hooked around him. "Don't kiss me quick, Matt."
"I won't," he promised and supported her. Matt pressed his mouth to hers, lightly sweeping his tongue between her lips until he kissed her passionately. He felt her arms slide around his neck, and her breasts press against his chest. He broke the kiss and met her eyes, walking deeper into the water.
Her eyes never left his as he entered her, slowly pushing into her. She pressed her forehead into his shoulder and met his slow and deliberate thrusts. She felt his insistent lips and tongue caressing her breasts. Tension hummed through her body. She dug her nails into his muscular back and ground out his name as she tumbled over the edge with him.
Her soft whimper hit his ears as he pulled out of her. He kissed her tenderly and carried her out of the creek. Matt dropped onto the blanket and didn't let her go, pulling another blanket over their naked bodies. He smiled softly as she nestled into his side and draped an arm over him.
Kitty tilted her head to stare at him in the afternoon sunlight. He was handsome – more so since his face was free of stress and tension. She traced his jaw with her fingertip and breathed out a contented sigh, burrowing herself deeper into the warmth of his strong body. She felt his chin rest on the top of her head. Her brows knitted as he raised his arm, pointing to their tangled legs and feet. She narrowed her eyes and focused on the crumpled wildflower at the edge of the blanket. The tiny rose-pink flower a reminder to both to never kiss quick.