Page 12 of Stud Ranch

He took control of her mouth, nibbling and stroking his tongue over hers in the softest of brushes until her insides quivered and she was panting. His hat had fallen off back at the door, so she was able to sink her fingers into his thick hair.

When she raked her fingertips over his scalp, he issued a low growl that vibrated through every inch of her body. She let out small moans as the kiss spiraled on and on, gaining momentum until it was out of control.

She tore at his shirt. He braced his weight on one arm to allow her to strip it off him. And when she spied the hard muscles of his chest and arms, her insides clenched with want.

If he was treating her like an object, she was doing the same to him. Any woman would be crazy not to take advantage of this man’s every carved inch—and Sloane intended to experience all those inches while she was here.

He breached the hem of her top. Rough fingers brushed over her sensitive skin. It took a while for her body to bounce back after having her daughter, but she was lucky it did and she had been able to continue her well-paying career. It also meant she didn’t have any reservations about a new man seeing her naked.

Tearing away from the kiss, he stared down at her, panting. “Christ, Sloane. I’m aching for you.”

“I want you so much. Don’t stop!” She spread her hands over his shoulders and yanked him down for more. Their mouths melded in a never-ending kiss, broken only when he stripped off her top.

When his practiced hand moved along her spine, she wasn’t surprised that he popped the clasp of her bra. Ducking his head, he took the cloth between his teeth and tore it off her.

A laugh bubbled out but cut off on a cry when his mouth landed on her throat. Oh, this man could do anything he pleased to her and she’d let him. Maybe she was one of the lucky women who received instant gratification with her Boot Knocker, but she hoped all those women who’d gathered backstage were doing this very same thing right this second.

He sucked on her skin, probably leaving marks from the strong pulls, but she didn’t give a damn. She’d take what she could this week…because once she returned to her world, she’d be alone again. A single mom.

He dipped his tongue over the crest of her breast. A growl burst from him. “I want to suck these nipples until dawn.”

She arched upward, pushing her throbbing nipple into his lips. Holding her stare, he took it, clasping his full, hard lips on the bud and tugging with just enough pressure to make her panties flood.

A knife of need slashed through her core. She lost control; all sense of time and place vanished. All she knew was Dylan’s lips, Dylan’s hands…and the way Dylan looked at her, as if she was much, much more than most men saw.

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Worshipping this woman was one of the easiest things Dylan had done in his life. Treating her right came as easy as breathing. But convincing her of her worth would take time, that much was evident.

He was more than up for the challenge, though. By week’s end, Sloane would be boarding that plane with a smile, a bounce in her step and a twinkle in her eyes.

She’d also be lingering in his mind for a long time after.

He dragged his teeth lightly over her nipple, grazing it. She cried out and latched on to his shoulders, stopping him.

He studied her expression and then glanced at the red mark he’d left on her breast. “Hell, sweetheart. I’m sorry. You’re much more tender than I’m used to.”

The need pounding in his balls made him a little too rough with her, a little more on edge than he typically was with a woman. And Sloane was either going to bear his bite marks like a goddess or dislike him for it when they were finished here tonight.

Gentling his movements, he skated a hand down her stomach to the waist of her jeans. As he eased his fingers lower and lower, moving inside her clothes, breaching the soft, feminine curls on her mound and downward to her slick folds, he watched her face.

Her eyes slammed shut and her lips formed an O of pleasure. The hair tumbling across the mattress was too enticing—he gathered the length in his hand and held her in place while he leaned in to claim her mouth again.

Damn, he wished he had his ropes handy. The things he could do to her…

The sweet sounds she made came harsher now. Every throaty noise had his cock seeping more precum, the ache mounting to a wild storm.

“Take me!” Her plea stole the rest of his control. It slipped through his grasp and he tore from her lips to speckle kisses down her bare torso, moving between her legs.

In one flick of his hand, he popped the fly of her jeans. With his stare locked on hers, he yanked her jeans and panties down her hips and continued to pull them to her ankles, where he paused to remove her boots.

Staring down at her… Christ, he almost lost it like a damn schoolboy. He gripped his cock hard, staving off the impending release and what would be a hell of a lot of disappointment for both of them.

He had to get the upper hand here, but damn, she was undoing him with those soft noises urging him on.

“Spread those pretty thighs for me, sweetheart. Show me how wet you are.”

She arched on a low moan and let her thighs part. One glance at her slick folds and the hard clit peeking out between them stole the rest of that control. She tossed him off his game like a bull launched him into the dirt.

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