Page 12 of The Rancher's Pregnancy Surprise

Instead, I turn in his arms until we're facing each other, my thighs straddling his. His eyes darken as I settle my weight against him, and I can feel the hard evidence of his desire pressing against me.

"This is insane," I whisper, even as my hands slide up his chest to rest on his shoulders.

"Completely," he agrees, his hands finding my hips.

When our lips finally meet, it's like striking a match in a room filled with gasoline. The chemistry that's been building between us explodes into blinding heat.

His mouth is demanding and hungry, but there's a control to his passion that makes me wild. I press closer, my fingers tangling in his hair as I open to him. His tongue slides against mine, tasting of desire and promise.

His hands move restlessly over my body, his fingers finding the hem of my sweater. They slip beneath to touch bare skin, and I gasp against his mouth.

He explores me with maddening patience, and by the time he finally cups my breasts, I'm about to lose my mind with need.

"So responsive," he growls appreciatively as his thumbs brush over my hardened nipples.

I bite back a moan, suddenly aware of our surroundings. "The driver—"

"Can't see us," he assures me, nodding toward the privacy partition. "Or hear us over the engine."

Still, when he lowers his head to press open-mouthed kisses along my throat, I have to stifle the sounds that threaten to escape. His teeth graze my pulse point, and my hips rock instinctively against him.

He groans, his hands tightening on my waist. "Keep that up, darling, and this will be over before it begins."

The raw desire in his voice emboldens me. I roll my hips again, deliberately this time, watching his eyes darken further.

In response, he lifts me as if I weigh nothing, depositing me on the seat beside him before dropping to his knees in the aisle.

"What are you—"

My question dissolves into a gasp as his hands push my skirt up my thighs. He looks up at me, a silent question in his eyes.

I should stop this. I know I should. But instead, I nod, lifting my hips slightly to help as he slides my underwear down my legs.

The first touch of his mouth against my most intimate place nearly undoes me. I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out as he parts my folds with his tongue, tasting me with deliberate, devastating strokes.

He takes his time, exploring every sensitive inch of me. His tongue circles my clit before flicking against it rhythmically, drawing soft whimpers I can barely contain. When he sucks gently on the sensitive bud, my hips buck involuntarily against his mouth.

His strong hands grip my thighs, spreading them wider, holding me open for his relentless attention. The sight of his dark head between my legs, the feel of his hot breath against my wet flesh, the obscene sounds of his pleasure as he devours me—it's almost too much to bear.

"You taste so sweet," he murmurs against me, the vibration of his voice sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core.

When he slides one finger inside me, curling it to stroke against a spot I didn't even know existed, I nearly come undone. A second finger joins the first, stretching me deliciously as his tongue continues its wicked assault.

The dual sensations—his fingers pumping steadily inside me while his mouth works magic on my clit—quickly build the pressure to an unbearable peak. My thighs begin to tremble, my breathing grows ragged, and just when I think I can't take anymore, he increases his pace.

"Let go for me, Acacia," he commands against my flesh, and something about the authoritative tone in his voice pushes me over the edge.

My orgasm crashes over me, and what he promised came true.

I cry his name out, again and again and again, and still he doesn't stop. He's doing everything still, and my body can't stop convulsing. I'm shuddering and crying, the pleasure tearing me apart.

Ronan only relents when I'm a slumped mess in his arms, and I can't even muster the strength to scowl when I look up and see the satisfaction gleaming from his gaze.

His lips glisten with evidence of my pleasure, and the sight sends another jolt of arousal through me, even as I'm still coming down from my high.

"Your turn," I whisper, surprising myself with my boldness.

His eyebrows rise slightly, but he doesn't argue as we trade places. I sink to my knees between his legs, my hands moving to his belt with only the slightest tremor betraying my nervousness.

---