Page 18 of At the Rancher's Pleasure

Brett nipped at her mouth, slid his tongue against her bottom lip. “You taste so good...”

“The wine—”

“Can wait,” Brett rasped. “I, on the other hand, cannot.”

When his mouth covered hers again, Sarabeth tasted the passion in the leisurely exploration of her mouth, in the way he touched her face with calloused fingertips. His hand skimmed the side of her breast and she lifted her chest in that silent, feminine demand for more and groaned when his big hand covered her full breast, learning her form. She sucked his tongue, trying to convey how much she liked what he was doing, that she craved more.

He was so hard, muscular, overwhelmingly male. He smelled like expensive soap and fresh air and a unique scent that was all his own and which she loved.

If she could bottle and package him, she’d make a freaking fortune. Sarabeth buried her nose in his neck and when she’d inhaled her fill, she licked the taut cord of his neck before gently biting down on his skin.

“You are so damn sexy,” Brett growled, slanting his head to the side to give her better access.

Being called sexy was so much better than being called beautiful; sexy was about the way she made him feel, not the way she looked. “Kiss me, Brett. Hard and deep, like you mean it.”

He didn’t hesitate, and when his lips connected with hers, Sarabeth felt like she’d been plugged into an electrical thunderstorm. Brett didn’t hold back and poured passion and demand and want into her mouth, silently telling her that they were rapidly hitting the point of no return...

Sarabeth had barely completed the thought when he yanked his head back, looking at her with blazing eyes. “Do you want this? Do you wantme? Because, if we go any further, this is only going to end one way...”

“With a fabulous orgasm, I hope,” Sarabeth cheekily replied.

“I guarantee it,” Brett retorted before his eyes turned serious. “I want to make love with you, Sarabeth. Yes or no?”

So straightforward, with no frills or embellishments. God, she loved his say-what-you-mean style of speaking. “Hell, yes.”

The corners of his mouth tipped up in a sexy-as-sin smirk. “Good answer.”

Sarabeth ran her fingertips down his cheek, stroking her thumb over his full bottom lip. “Couch or bed? Or, quicker still, the rug?”

“Right here,” Brett told her as he nibbled his way up her jaw, “will be just fine.”

Okay, then. Well, they said that new experiences were a good learning curve...

As she opened her mouth to his raiding tongue, Brett’s hand snuck under her shirt, found her covered-with-lace nipple and thumbed it. Sarabeth felt the corresponding flash of lust scuttle through her as she angled her head to allow him deeper access to her mouth. This was different from the kisses they’d shared earlier; there was no restraint and she loved the hint of something wild she could taste on his tongue.

Moving her hands over him, she ran her fingers across his taut stomach, and let them drift lower before settling them low on his narrow hips. Her breasts begged for more, and hearing her silent plea, Brett lowered his head and tongued her through her shirt. She heard his growl of frustration and laughed when he gripped the ends of her shirt and ripped it apart, sending buttons flying.

Well, that was a little barbaric, and too damn hot!

Brett inhaled sharply as he moved the cup of her bra aside to reveal her hard, aroused nipple. She saw his frustration as he took her aching nipple into his mouth. Not hesitating, his tongue slid over her, hot and wet and achingly perfect.

Sarabeth lifted her hand and pushed her fingers into his hair, arching her back to encourage him to head south and eventually, long minutes later, his hand slipped between her legs and he cupped her mound.

Sarabeth slid her hand over his hip and stretched her hand to brush his erection. It was a faint touch, but she felt the electricity power through him. And when she increased the pressure of her touch, she had Brett moaning aloud.

“I need to be inside you,” he muttered. Flipping open the buttons to her jeans, he hurriedly pushed the fabric down her legs, stepping back to look at the transparent panties covering her thin strip of hair. “Oh, yeah. Man, you are smokin’.”

His obvious appreciation gave Sarabeth confidence so she pushed his sweater up his chest and pulled it over his head. In between exchanging hot kisses, they removed jeans and his shoes, her shirt and underwear until they were both naked.

And dreams did, Sarabeth decided, come true. Because Brett exceeded every expectation. Wide chest, muscled arms, a ridged stomach and what she’d initially decided was a very nice package was actually hard, long and lovely.

Sarabeth wrapped her hands around his cock and rested her forehead on his chest, looking down. She was so ready for him, needed to know what he felt like deep inside her. So she told him...

In Brett’s eyes flames of passion, hunger and want burned brightly, and under her probing touch, he hardened even more. He opened his hand and Sarabeth saw the foil package in his palm and watched as he ripped it open and withdrew the latex, handing it to her with a soft command to cover him. She slid the rubber down his shaft and yelped when Brett’s fingers penetrated her folds, spreading her wet juices over her flesh.

And then, somehow, she was back up against the wall, her legs wound tightly around his waist, and he was pushing himself inside her, his face a mask of concentration.

“Man, you’re tight. Gorgeous, lovely...” Brett muttered.

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