Page 36 of The Texan's Baby Proposal

He showered kisses on first one breast and then the other, slowly circling each nipple with his warm, wet tongue, making her gasp with pleasure as her fingers tangled in his hair.

“I want to kiss you from your head to your toes,” he whispered. His breath was hot on her flesh as his tongue traced circles on each breast and then moved lower over her belly and down farther. His hands played over her thighs and stroked slowly between them.

She reached between them to caress his thick rod, running her fingers over him, and then she stepped back, knelt and let her tongue stroke him. Boldly, she took him in her mouth to excite him as he had her.

He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair again as he gasped. But she did not stop.

Suddenly he reached beneath her arms to lift her up so that they faced each other. The desire that burned in his expression was so potent it made her tremble.

“You can’t imagine how much I want you. You’re beautiful. Every inch of you,” he whispered. He picked her up and laid her on the bed, then knelt to kiss her ankle, working his way slowly up her legs. His lips blazed the trail with hot, wet kisses and his hands followed the path as they caressed every inch he’d kissed.

She moaned with need. As he moved higher, caressing her inner thighs, running his tongue over her smooth skin, she spread her legs and his fingers explored and rubbed between her thighs.

She gasped, moving her hips as he stroked her, as tension built and she sought release. She cried out, arching beneath his hands and then his mouth and tongue were on her, hot and wet and driving her wild. When she couldn’t take any more of the delicious onslaught, she sat up and clutched his shoulders.

He looked up into her eyes and longing tore at her. She pulled him up, his body flush with hers, and kissed him. She locked her arms around him, holding him tightly while she poured herself into her kiss.

Each stroke, each kiss made her want him more. She couldn’t touch him enough, feverishly running her hands over his marvelous male body that was all hard muscle. “You’re wasting yourself in that office. This body was meant for ranch work,” she whispered, trailing kisses over his flat stomach as she caressed him.

He pulled her up again to gaze at her in another long, hot, probing look and then he kissed her, a kiss she knew she would remember forever. It was a kiss that made her feel he wanted her and he cared about her. And she kissed him back, just as passionately.

He laid her back on the bed and then moved above her to continue showering kisses from her head to her toes, as he pushed her down gently whenever she attempted to kiss him or to sit up.

He turned her over and his hands drifted over her back, down over her bottom, tickling and stroking her, moving between her legs again and then pulling her up on her knees to move over her, his hands on her breasts as he trailed his tongue on her nape.

With a cry she rolled over and pulled him down on top of her.

“Love me, Marc. I want you inside me. I want us together for this night. Tonight we’re husband and wife.”

“I know it, Lara. Don’t rush. Let’s take our time. I want to start over. I want you to want me so badly, you can’t possibly wait.”

“I already do.”

“Not like I want you to. Shh, just wait,” he whispered, showering kisses on her again, taking first one breast and then the other into his mouth, kissing her all over again.

He kissed her from head to toe and then she returned the favor. His hands were still everywhere on her, tickling, stroking, teasing and loving her.

Finally she grasped his shoulders. “Now. I want you now,” she said, looking intently at him.

He moved between her legs as she watched him. Her heart raced, she wanted him so badly. She ran her hands over his muscled thighs, feeling the short, crisp, curly hairs against her palms.

He lowered his weight, entering her gradually. With a muffled cry as he kissed her, she wrapped her long legs around him and ran her hands over his back and hard buttocks.

He filled her, thick and hot, making her arch beneath him and cry out for him. “Love me.” She gasped as she arched her hips against him, higher and higher, wanting more.

He held back, drawing out their loving while she writhed beneath him, wanting him more by the second. Each thrust was torment and ecstasy.

Her eyes were closed tightly as she clung to him, holding him with one arm while her other hand ran over his hard body.

He began to move his hips, thrusting and withdrawing, repeating it as she moved with him until, finally, he lost control and began to pump hard and fast.

With a cry she moved with him, arching her hips higher, tightening her legs around him as she moved wildly and her head thrashed back and forth.

“Marc, I want you,” she cried.

They built to a crisis and finally spilled over a brink that was shattering. Lights exploded behind her closed eyes and she rocked hard and fast with him while rapture enveloped her.

Groaning, Marc held her tightly, thrusting hard and reaching his climax.

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