Page 58 of Second Chance with the Rancher

“I … I think this was a mistake,” she said, reaching for her pants again. “I don’t want to lead you on. I’m sorry I kissed you. I’m sorry I let it go this far.” She stepped toward him, reaching for her jeans.

But he was so much taller than her and his wingspan had him holding her jeans a full six feet above her head. “Nuh-uh, Minx.” His gaze was heated and the way it swept across her exposed skin only caused more gooseflesh to rise. “You’re not leading me on. I know what I’m doing. I know what we’re doing. You know I want you.”

She shook her head. “No, you want a life here with me. And I’ve told you, I can’t give you that.”

“No, I told you that I want you. And I want to show you how great life here can be. Whether it’s with me or not, well …” He shrugged and let that last bit hang. “I’m a big boy, Minx. And you’re a big girl. You also brought up the fact that you were disappointed you never got to see my dick the first time we had sex.”

“I was hoping you would forget about that,” she murmured.

“I wasn’t drunk when you said it and it’s kind of hard to forget a smoking hot woman saying she wished she’d seen your dick before you stuck it in her. That kind of thing gets branded on your brain and keeps you awake at night.” He bobbed his eyebrows up and down salaciously. “If you know what I mean.”

“I think Fumble the goat would know what you mean.” She made a half-assed attempt at jumping for her jeans, but knew it was a futile endeavour. Plopping her hands on her hips, she glared at him. “What do you want from me, Nate?”

His gaze turned heated which in turn made her body warm up. “I think you know.”

“So, I don’t get my pants back unless I have sex with you? You know that screams Me Too and sexual predator, right? I should just punch you in the nads, steal the ATV and head home.”

He rolled his eyes, only to pin them on her a second later, the hunger in his gaze a taunting gleam that said he knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

Fuck, he was right. Of course he was.

Everyone in the cabin knew it. He did, her pussy did, and even Mieka knew it, as much as she was trying to deny it.

Her pussy was still pulsing, still tingling from his attention a moment ago. All of this was just foreplay. She was going to end up beneath Nate—or on top of him—and finally get to see his dick as well as remember having it inside of her.

His grin changed a bit, growing wider and less mischievous, to happier.

“What?” she asked, the curiosity over his mood shift getting the better of her.

“You called it home.”

Growling, she lunged at him and for her jeans, but he balled them up and tossed them up onto the loft, then pinned her against the kitchen counter.

“Don’t read into it too much, cowboy. It’s home for now.”

He was still smiling as his fingers made their way to the hem of her shirt and he lifted it over her head. She allowed it. His mouth fell to where her neck met her shoulder and he sucked hard enough to send a straight shot of pleasure from that spot down to her clit. She tilted her hips against his erection involuntarily.

“Seriously, Nate, I don’t want to lead you on.” Her head dropped back against the cupboard when he moved his mouth down her chest, pulled a nipple free from the cup of her bra and sucked it into his mouth.

A moan she had no control over bubbled up from the depths of her chest.

“Not leading me on, Minx. Know exactly what I’m getting myself into.” Sinking to his knees, he continued to press hot, wet kisses across her abdomen. “And I’m hoping what I’m getting into is you.” He removed her panties, spread her thighs and pushed two fingers back into her channel.

She bucked against his hand and her eyes fluttered closed when the heel of his palm rubbed against her clit. She’d gone and gotten laser hair removal years ago, since it just made things easier. She never had to worry about hair, bumps or anything anymore. Some of their dance outfits were very high cut, but she also went to the beach and sat poolside while on the ships, so to have to keep everything tidy with monthly waxing appointments or shaving just didn’t make sense.

Nate stood back up and she tipped her head forward, their gazes snagging.

Not saying a word, she reached forward and started to unbutton his flannel shirt. Her eyes raked his hard torso, his defined pecs and those insanely muscular arms beneath his tank top. She knew he was cut, but the sheer visual reminder of his strength had her pussy clenching around his fingers.

He had to pull those fingers free of her to allow for the shirt to come off, then he reached behind him and pulled his white ribbed tank top off, as well. His dog tags rested perfectly between his pecs and she licked her lips.

He was still in those ass-hugging jeans that fit him perfectly. And he had those twin lines running from his hips down under his jeans. The arrows, or the trails leading to the treasure below.

She reached for his button and zipper, but before she could pull the zipper all the way down, he grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, pushing her belly gently against the counter.

His lips trailed over her shoulders, down her back and even across the tops of her butt cheeks. “Were you on the pill last time?” he asked gruffly.

“Yes,” she breathed. “But I have an IUD now and I um… I have condoms in my bag.” Her cheeks heated at the mention of the condoms.

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