Page 11 of Stud Ranch

He stopped walking and looked in the direction of the field, lit up with the gold and orange hues of the setting sun.

She was trying to get over him.

Too bad he wasn’t going to let that happen.

Chapter Three

Sloane and Dylan fell through the bungalow door in a tangle of limbs and heated kisses.

He kicked the door shut and hauled her off her feet. She squealed as he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her through the bungalow.

Her insides were on fire with need she hadn’t felt in far too long. The man really knew how to seduce a woman, and she didn’t even mind that she was paying for it.

Sharing the bottle of champagne on the bench while watching the sky change from pale blue to orange to yellow and finally pink before the sun fell behind the mountains was the best date she could have asked for.

When he pulled her into his lap and kissed her, she melted into his caresses, and she couldn’t blame that on a desperation to be touched. He put her at such ease that it didn’t seem like she met him just that afternoon.

Dangling over his back, she got a great view of the chiseled planes of muscles moving with every step he took. “Put me down! I can walk.”

He delivered a light swat to her ass, making her gasp. “Insolent woman. Don’t you know that when a man drags you off to bed, you take it as your due?”

Her due. Now that was a different way of thinking. In a world where people fought for every single thing, did anybody think they were owed anything?

“Well, I did pay for this. I do kind of have it coming.”

His palm on her ass again had her crying out with surprise. He carried her through the bedroom door and yanked her off his shoulder, letting her slide down his body to her feet.

When he cupped her face in his big hands and stared into her eyes, she felt that look travel low into her core.

“What I’m about to do to you is completely genuine, sweetheart. Understand?”

She didn’t, not really. But she wanted what he promised her, so she nodded in agreement. Moving in, she brushed her lips over his.

Instead of responding to her kiss, he stopped her. “Sloane. I mean what I say.”

She dropped her gaze to his angular chin stubbled with a five-o’clock shadow that seemed to have sprouted the minute the sun went down. “Okay.”

His chest inflated with a disapproving breath. “You don’t buy that, do you? You don’t think any man could actually want you in a real way.”

A sharp pang of pain sliced through her chest. In a matter of hours, he’d zeroed right in on the root of her problem, her reason for being here. How? Was she that transparent? She racked her brain for what might have given her away, even going back in her memory to when she filled out the application online seeking therapy on the ranch.

Dylan’s deep brown gaze penetrated hers. Several heartbeats passed. His long fingers closed around her wrist, and he moved her hand to the bulge in his jeans.

“There’s no faking this, sweetheart.”

She moaned. The thick, hard length that threatened to break his zipper had enticed her with its feel from the second he pulled her into his lap earlier. The heat building inside her wouldn’t let her overthink what she was about to do.

She looped her arms around his neck and used her strength to hitch herself up his body, legs wrapped around his waist.

He growled. “You’re about to be one very…very…satisfied…woman.”

She kissed him again, her tongue moving across his lips until he plunged his tongue into her mouth. In a few steps, they reached the bed, and he lowered her to the mattress, still wrapped around him.

He stared into her eyes as he rocked his erection against her pussy. “You want this?”

“God, do I.”

His grin flashed like a neon sign that read GAME ON.

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