Riding West by Emma Wildes Read Free Book Online

with pleasure. The stream was a fast-moving rush of water, but this sheltered nook, bordered by a small drop-off and some large rocks, was a very nice place to bathe.
    Rinsing her hair, she washed afterwards, the crystal water turning foamy from the soap before it ran clear again in seconds due to the current. When her soapy hands slid over the curves of her breasts—an act she‘d done many times before as she bathed, but had never enjoyed—she felt a languid sense of pleasure and her nipples hardened.
    What has Parker done to me? she wondered. Experimentally, she brushed her nipple again, rubbing lightly. It pebbled further under the light press of her fingers and between her legs she felt suddenly warm.
    He could do that to her instantly. With a glance or the lightest touch. They‘d been at the cabin for three days now and it seemed all they did was make love. Her body had become attuned to pleasure, and she was both sexually curious and eager to learn more about this sensual world she had no idea existed before this trip.
    Not, she thought with a small smile, that Parker seemed to have any trouble obliging her. He looked at her with a pure male hunger in his eyes she found as arousing as the actual feel of him inside her.
    However, he still hadn‘t told her he loved her. Neither had he officially proposed again.
    Leaning back against a flat rock, she semi-floated in dreamy contentment, letting the stream run over her skin.
    “Now that‘s any man‘s dream come true.”
    Her lashes lifted at the familiar timbre of the deep voice. She knew he was nearby, because despite their seclusion, he refused to leave her unguarded at any time. Parker stayed fairly close to the cabin even when he was doing necessary chores like gathering kindling or hunting. Celia smiled lazily, a deliberately provocative curve of her mouth. “I was just thinking about you.”
    He stood on the bank, his blue eyes slightly narrowed as he examined her nude body through the running water. He‘d been out earlier looking for game, and his rifle was still in his hand. “Were you?”
    “Yes.” She moved upright so her breasts bobbed in the water, drawing his gaze.
    “Care to tell me more?” There was a slight husky edge to his voice she now recognized. The dappled sunlight gleamed off his dark hair.
    “I was thinking about how much I like it when you fuck me.” It wasn‘t a thing any lady would say and her mother would faint if she heard, but Celia gave him a provoking grin and said it anyway.
    His brows shot up. He said dryly, “That might just make me the luckiest man on this earth, but we are going to have to do something about your language, sweetheart.”
    “I thought all the rules were suspended here. You‘re sure acting like they are. Besides, at home, I have to be the perfect proper young lady my parents think they raised. As far as I can tell, nothing proper has happened between us since you tossed me on your horse.” She was only half-teasing, for she did feel a certain lovely sense of liberation, and not just sexually. On the ranch, someone pretty much kept track of her all the time, and a lot of it was simply her older brothers were so protective of her. She appreciated their concern, but it was stifling at times. Lately they wouldn‘t even let her take an afternoon horseback ride on her own.
    She wouldn‘t mind a ride of an entirely different sort now.
    “We‘re going to have to go back soon, you know,” he told her.
    She did know, but at this moment, she simply felt needy in a way that was as old as man and woman. “Well, if I‘m not mistaken, right now we‘re here, and we‘re alone. If you want to truly feel lucky, come on in.” She stood up, giving him a full view of her naked torso, droplets running off the curves of her breasts and pearling against her skin. Cool water swirled around her waist.
    “There‘s an invitation I‘m not likely to turn down.” Parker set his rifle aside carefully in the soft springy