Page 50 of On His Ranch

Determined not to be distracted, he took hold of her chin and kissed her again, this time using his tongue to pry her lips apart.

She wriggled, trying to break free.

That’s okay, darlin’, go ahead and try.Truth be told, he liked it better that way, anyhow.

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Piper felt overwhelmed with the emotions warring inside of her. On the one hand, her insides felt like Jell-O—soft and pliable in a way she’d never experienced before.

Is this what it’s supposed to feel like?she wondered as his mouth captured hers, clearly intent on taking her captive. She tried to pry free, to get him to listen, but she didn’t try that hard. And he was clearly bent on having his way. Who was she to argue when it was what she wanted, too?

When he finally broke away, she found herself gasping for air, her lungs in need of oxygen even as her lips burned with desire for his.

“You better.” He locked her gaze with his own, holding her with his stare as he unbuttoned her jeans.

Piper shivered.

“If you want me to stop, you better say so now.”

The words were hard, guttural, and yet as her eyes scanned his face she knew he was just tired. She also knew there was nothing she would say to stop this.

“Words,” he prompted, eagerness making him sound rough. “I need to hear you say it.”

“No.”

“No?”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

Chase captured her chin in his hand, his touch unintentionally rough as he kissed her again, long and hard. He ended it by nipping her bottom lip.

Much to her surprise, her pussy flooded with warmth. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, liking the slight sting. Before Chase, she’d never had rough sex. In fact, she’d never hadfunsex. She’d just had… sex. Plain, boring, pedestrian. It had never particularly excited her, but she’d just figured that’s the way it was. Now, though, she was feeling just as impatient as he sounded.

“What?” she asked when she caught sight of his furrowed brow.

“You’re not what you seem, are you, little girl?”

“Well, I keep telling you to stop calling me that, so—”

He chuckled and reached out a hand to caress the top of her head. “Are you tryin’ to deny it?”

“Deny what?” She played dumb.

“That despite those beautiful breasts and smokin’ hips, you’re a little girl.”

She didn’t know why they were having this conversation. All she wanted was for him to fuck her. But his statement gave her pause. She’d suspected such things before, even half-admitted them to herself. She’d even stopped protesting when he called her that. But she didn’t know if she could say it out loud, just like that.

There was being naked, andthenthere was being exposed. That was what he was asking her to do and she didn’t know if she was ready for it.

“Can we just… you know?”

He arched a brow. “What’s ‘you know’?”

More boldly than she’d felt the day before—perhaps in part to wanting to change the subject—she reached out and laid her hand over the bulge in his pants.

“Fine.” The word came out a growl of desire. “Have it your way.” He reached for her jeans and finished unbuttoning them.

The movement made her shiver. Her thighs began to quiver as he pulled them down to her knees. She moved to lift her foot but he stopped her by kneeling. “What are you—”

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