Page 67 of The Cattleman's Unforgettable Love

He was about to move them to the bed when she reached down to lift the hem of her top and pull it over her head. His mouth watered at the sight of her full, plump breasts spilling over the top of a plain white cotton bra.

Keeping one hand under her ass and pinning her against the wall with his weight, he unfastened his buckle and zipper, desperate to relieve some of the pressure on his aching cock.

While he did that, Amelia unclasped her bra and wriggled out of it. He hefted her higher so that her nipples were at his eye level, then higher still so that he could kiss her stomach. He kissed his way over her ribs, loving the way she trembled under his touch.

She slowly slid down until her breasts were within reach, and he teased and tormented, worshiping them with his lips and tongue while she moaned and writhed. When he lifted his head, she scrabbled at his shirt, trying to pull it off.

"I'm desperate for you to take me against the wall," she breathed. "But I don't know if it'll work, and I need to feel your skin against mine more than anything."

He turned and headed for the bed, throwing her down on it before stripping off his shirt, jeans, and underwear.

He froze when he heard her laugh, but relaxed when she caught his hand and said, "You just keep getting better and better, don't you? I loved the way you carried me up here, but then I thought you were going to be all sweet and gentle – till you just dumped me on the bed."

He gave her a rueful smile. "Sorry, I was kind of in a hurry." As he spoke, he sat on the edge of the bed and unfastened the snap and zipper on her jeans. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the way her perfect, pert breasts rose and fell as he dragged first her jeans then her panties down her legs.

He looked up into her eyes when she was naked, then crawled up the bed to lie beside her. "You okay?"

She nodded rapidly. "Just feeling a little self-conscious now that we're naked. I mean, you're like a Greek god. Or maybe around here I should say perfect breeding stock, but..." She dropped her gaze. "I'm not exactly..."

"You're gorgeous," he told her. "And you are exactly..."

"Exactly what?" she asked with a look of disbelief on her face.

He ran his hand over her stomach and grasped her hip as he said, "You're exactly what I want."

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Amelia could only stare into his eyes as he leaned in to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he claimed her mouth in one of his soul-searing kisses. She'd never thought of herself as the kind of woman to get swept up in anything – let alone in the way a man made her feel. But it was different with Ford; she was different with him. She willingly surrendered herself to him – not only willing but eager to let him own her mouth, her body, her whole self.

She clung to him as he kissed his way across her jaw, then nuzzled his lips to her ear. All the while he teased her nipples with his fingers, traced little circles on her stomach and then... slipped between her legs. She clamped her thighs together, trapping his hand there when he stroked her.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with concern. "You want me to stop?"

"Don't you dare!" she said with a strangled laugh. "It feels wonderful. I don't ever want you to stop."

His expression gentled. "Then I won't. I'll do this forever if you'll let me."

She opened her mouth, about to tell him that she wanted him to – that she wanted him forever – but his thumb circled her clit, and all her breath caught in her chest. He held her gaze as he stroked and teased, playing her body like a musical instrument until it hummed with desire. Then, he dipped a finger inside her and she made a moaning sound in the back of her throat, so low that she barely recognized it as a sound she'd made. He slid his knee between her thighs, spreading them wider as he added a second finger and pumped them deep and hard. He still held her gaze and she raised her arms to him, barely able to stand the intensity of the feelings washing through her.

When he leaned in, she kissed him – deep and hard while his fingers continued to fill her over and over again until she tensed. She tried to hold back, but he relentlessly took her over the edge, sending her soaring away on the waves of a powerful orgasm that shook her whole body. All she could do was go where he took her and trust him to bring her back to earth safely.

When she finally lay trembling, she ran her fingers down his cheek and murmured, "What did you just do to me? I've never experienced anything like that in my life."

He chuckled, low and deep. "I think I just claimed you."

Flames flickered through her veins at his words. "Why do I like that idea so much?" she asked.

The lines around his eyes crinkled as he said, "I dunno; all I can tell you is that I'm glad you do. Because..." He reached for a condom that he must have placed on his nightstand at some point and tore the package open. "If you're not against it, I'd like to take it a step further."

Heat pooled between her legs and her inner muscles fluttered again as she watched him roll the condom on. When he looked up again, he looked as serious as she'd ever seen him when he added, "I want to make you mine."

She nodded mutely. A small voice in a distant part of her brain wanted to protest – she didn't belong to anyone; she was her own person. But as Ford positioned himself above her, that voice didn't stand a chance. She wanted to be his, and she wanted him to be hers.

She spread her legs wider to accommodate him, and when his hot, hard head brushed against her thigh, she looked up into his eyes and asked, "Do I get to claim you, too?"

His lips quirked up into a smile, and he said, "You already have, Lia. I'm all yours."

She swallowed hard and rested her hands on his hips as he guided himself to her entrance. She tensed when he pushed a little way inside. He was so big; she didn't even know how this could work.

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