Page 23 of In Bed with the Rancher

“You’re helping me get over some of the devastating hurt of my fiancé walking out on me,” she whispered. “I hope I’m helping you get back into your regular life.”

“You’re giving me the sexiest kisses and most gorgeous body ever. I want to do everything I can to excite you, to take you to paradise. Come here,” he said, drawing her closer and tilting her chin up to look into her eyes, and then his gaze dropped to her mouth and she couldn’t get her breath.

“You are the sexiest man I’ve ever known,” she whispered, meaning it, but unaware she had spoken loudly enough for him to hear.

He placed her palm on his chest and she could feel his pounding heart. “That’s what you do to me,” he said. His arms tightened and he leaned closer to kiss her, a slow, sensual, hot kiss, his tongue stroking hers, moving in and out, mimicking the sex act.

She held him tightly, her fingers going into his thick hair at the back of his head while she kissed him and pressed against him. She wanted him with all her being and she had already made her decision. Wise or foolish, she didn’t care. She wanted him to make love to her all night long. Why did she feel this closeness with him that she couldn’t explain? She barely knew him, yet she felt as if she had known him always.

He was erasing the hurt in her life. She might get hurt by him, but she’d walked into this one, knowing what she was doing and what to expect and not expect from him.

She couldn’t be in love with him when she had only known him a few days. This was lust and a hunger for happiness, to forget her broken engagement and shattered promises and hurt. He was strong, upbeat and sexy, and she wanted a night in his arms.

Six

Closing her eyes as they kissed, she clung to him. He shifted and his hand slipped beneath her sweater to caress her breast, sending tingles that rocked her and made her want more. So much more. And he obliged. He leaned back, his gaze on her, as he watched her while he took the hem of her sweater and drew it over her head.

Longing made her shake, but she, too, wanted the barriers of clothing between them gone. As he caressed her, she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off, taking care to lift it off his bandaged shoulder.

“Wynn,” she whispered, touching his back. “Your kisses make me forget your shoulder. You may hurt it a lot worse—”

“Forget my shoulder. I’ll tell you if we need to change something or stop. Don’t worry about it.” He slipped his arm around her waist to kiss her—another long, hot kiss that erased all her worries.

He had tossed away her bra and cupped first one breast in his hand, then the other. His tongue drew wet circles on each sensitive nipple and she gasped with pleasure, while she ran her hands over his hard abs and slid them down to unbuckle his belt and reach for his jeans.

As his hungry gaze went slowly over her bare breasts, he moved her off his lap. He stepped away and when she looked into his dark eyes, her pulse jumped and raced. Desire was blatant in his expression. Standing, he yanked off first one boot and then the other and tossed them aside. He threw his socks on the boots and she moved to unfasten his jeans. She had stepped out of her shoes and there was no mistaking what he wanted. Her heart raced and she tingled, wanting him to take all night, to touch and kiss her into oblivion. She wanted him to make love and kiss her from head to toe, and she suspected that was one wish that would come true tonight.

Her gaze ran over his broad shoulders and desire overwhelmed her. Emboldened, she stood and peeled off lacy panties while he watched her.

The hooded look he gave her, the heat blazing in his eyes, nearly made her gasp. This was desire, the loving and fulfillment she had dreamed of, making her feel cherished, setting her on fire with longing.

When all their clothes were gone, he led her in front of a Cheval mirror and turned her to look into the mirror.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered. He ran his hand across her breasts and she shifted, turning to look at him over her shoulder. His thick erection was hard, ready for her now, but she wanted to take time. She rubbed her backside against him, closing her eyes and giving herself to sensations that aroused her more.

“Look at us in the mirror,” he whispered, his tongue following the curve of her ear while his hands toyed with her nipples and she moaned softly. She was pale against his darker skin and black hair. He was all muscle, fit, ready to make love, his hands running lightly over her and slipping a finger between her legs to find what excited her most.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, showering kisses on her nape as he held her close against him.

While his hands caressed her, his hard rod was between her legs, arousing her more, making her want all of him. She reached back to run her hands on his muscled thighs. His strokes rocked her as she moved her hips against him. She gasped with excitement.

“I want to touch you,” she said, turning to face him in order to kiss him. She moved away and he let her go, stepping around her to yank back the covers on the bed.

When he turned, his hungry gaze swept over her entire body, then back up to meet her gaze. “You’re beautiful. Stunning.”

He picked her up again to place her on the bed. The only light was the small table lamp, turned low. It was a soft, mellow glow that highlighted his muscles and fit male body.

She held her arms out to him. “Come here,” she urged in a throaty voice while her heart pounded. He was sexy and incredibly good-looking naked. She wanted to make love all night. She had made her choice and now she wanted to live it, enjoy every second of this last night with him.

He said she’d saved his life. Well, he’d saved her heart and was helping it mend. She would get over her broken engagement now. She would be able to let it go. And that was a gift from him to her. A gift along with the sexiest night possible.

He kneeled beside her on the bed and began to stream kisses on her thighs while one hand played lightly over her, caressing her legs, and the other hand fondled her breasts as he kissed her.

Moaning softly again, she spread her legs for him and he moved between them. He placed her legs over his shoulders, giving him access to her most intimate spot while he showered her with hot, wet kisses along the inside of her thighs, moving higher, kissing her intimately, making her cry out with her arousal.

She closed her eyes while her fingers tangled in his thick hair, her other hand knotting the sheet as desire built.

She grasped his arms and tugged. “I want you now.”

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