Sweet Medicine

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Copyright © Barbara Sheridan, 2007
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Excerpt From: Sweet Medicine

Trevor leaned his chair back against the wall of his house, propping his long legs on the railing of the small porch. He stared out at the open prairie replaying the pleasing dinner conversation he and Lucy had shared.
As if summoned by his thoughts, she came outside carrying a large wicker clothes basket. She began taking down the bed linens that she'd washed for him earlier then turned to look at him. “What's wrong? Did the soup give you indigestion?”
“Hardly. I was just thinking that I'll never get used to it being so flat here.”
Lucy suppressed a smile as she folded a pillowslip. “You miss the rugged mountainous terrain of London, do you?”
Trevor chuckled and smiled at her. “I was referring to our country place—Ashford Hall. It's up near the Scottish border. It's beautiful in summer when the heather's in bloom and the rolling hills are a vibrant green. The air is so sweet and clean there that you can taste it.”
Lucy smiled to herself. She could stand here forever and just stare into those silver grey eyes of his listen to that smooth accented voice. She took down another pillowslip and folded it as she stepped closer to the porch.
“It sounds lovely and reminds me of where I'm from—Warburton. There are lots of hills, crystal clear streams, and some of the most glorious sunsets I've ever seen.”
Trevor pointed over her shoulder. “That sunset isn’t too shabby.” Lucy turned to look at the horizon and he left the porch needing to be close to her. She was a flawless angel in the golden glow of the sun's fading rays. God, she smelled exquisite with the delicate, flowery scent of her perfume mingling with the sunshine freshness of the linens she was holding. It was the most potent aphrodisiac imaginable.
Remember, old man, patience.
Trevor paid no heed to the inner voice. He slid his arms around Lucy's small waist, stopping when she tensed, pulling her close once she relaxed.
“It's a very pretty sunset, don't you think?” He murmured, dipping his head to nuzzle her soft neck, falling prey to the sweet temptation of her.
Lucy shivered and melted back against Trevor, pressing her hands to his, allowing the
Pillow-slip to fall to the ground. Oh my, Oh my, Oh my! her mind cried as a thousand bolts of invisible lightning shot through her at once. She let Trevor coax her around and willingly surrendered herself to his lips.
She ran her fingers up through his sandy hair and let him press her close, so close that she could feel his growing arousal. She never thought to protest when he slid his hands down and cupped her bottom, cradling her lower body against his. She moaned quietly when he kneaded her rear, and she arched forward, shivering again as his shaft grew rock hard.
His tongue was demanding as he explored her mouth. His hands were hot and swift as he caressed her body through her layers of dress petticoat and drawers. Lucy's senses spun out of control. This was wanton; this was frightening; this was the kind of wild passion she'd been dreaming of for so long.
It crushed her when Trevor put an abrupt end to the kisses, the touches. But then he cupped her face in the palms of his warm hands and looked at her with those spellbinding eyes. He looked at her in a way that made her throb deep inside.
Trevor's breathing was quick, his voice husky. “Lucy, don't deny it. I can't. I must have you.” He took hold of her hand and pressed it to the front of his denims. “See what you do to me? He pressed his own hand into her skirts, and pressed against her mound. She squirmed, a whimper catching in her throat. “You feel the same. I know it.” He kissed her again with that same bestial intensity then flicked his hot tongue over the lobe of her ear. “Come inside with me, Lucy. I want you. I need you.”
Lucy stammered, unnerved by the way he made her feel. Inside? She wanted him now. Out here. Right in the open. The wetness of arousal collected between her thighs. She wanted to touch him, to taste him, to do everything imaginable. “Y—yes,” she said at last.
He scooped her up as though she were weightless and kissed her hard. It seemed to take a millennium for him to cross the short distance to the house and in that time, and Lucy's fear of the newfound passion began to take hold. Was this right? Did it even matter? She didn't know, and right now she didn't care.
Trevor carried her upstairs and began undressing her the instant her feet touched the plush patterned carpet. He tore loose two buttons in his haste and ripped her dress further when he pulled it down past her hips.
“I'll buy you a new dress,” he whispered, continuing to disrobe her. “I'll buy you a hundred. A thousand.”
His hands made quick work of her petticoat, camisole and stockings . Lucy trembled when he cupped her breasts. She moaned when he suckled them slowly, playfully nipping at the engorged tips. He kissed her mouth, his hands running up and down her back, his nimble fingers sliding beneath the waist of her drawers. Trevor tickled her bottom, gliding his finger between the soft globes, teasing her until she arched forward. Lucy kissed him with a hunger that surprised even her. She had never felt like this.
Can you trust him? Do you really know him?
Lucy banished the fearful little voice as best she could when Trevor smiled a seductive smile that made her stomach flutter. She sucked in her breath when he trailed scorching kisses down her neck, his hands inching her drawers lower and lower. She felt the wetness form and pool between her legs when he stroked her thighs and calves then tickled them again in reverse order once he'd tossed her drawers aside. He grinned a wicked grin when she opened, inviting his touch.
“You little vixen,” he whispered, kissing the curls between her thighs. She whimpered when he ran his tongue along her wet slit then flicked it over the throbbing bud nestled above. He backed away when she arched her hips forward. “I know what you want, Lucy. I know exactly what you want.”
Fear prodded Lucy again as she watched Trevor undress, swiftly and surely. He had done this many times. Many, many, many times. She swallowed hard when he gave her a rakish smile.
“I won't hurt you my, love, I promise,” he said when her wide blue eyes latched onto his shaft, harder and thicker than it had ever been. He felt a drop of fluid ooze from the tip. He wouldn't be able to hold back for long. He swept her into an embrace his cock hard and prodding her soft flesh. She trembled when he lifted her and eased her to the bed. He wanted to please her. He wanted her years of waiting to culminate in a climax like none she'd ever known. He kissed and caressed her as he moved his body over hers. She continued to tremble. “Easy, Lucy, not too fast.”
Lucy trembled harder, but not for the reason Trevor assumed. She was afraid and ashamed. She shouldn't be here. This was wrong, so terribly wrong. She clamped her eyes shut as a hellish battle waged within her. Her body craved the sex. Her heart wanted a commitment.
You're both consenting adults.
Seth loved you. He gave you his name. What will this man give you—respect or worthless baubles?
“Relax my, darling,” Trevor whispered, positioning himself at her entrance. He stroked her thighs, trying to ease them apart just a little more. “Relax, love, take it slowly.”
Lucy pushed his shoulders. “No. I can't. Let me up!”