Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 99583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“You okay with this?” I asked, wanting to make sure he hadn’t changed his mind.
His eyes went wide. “Why? Did you change your mind? Because if you did, I understand. I mean…”
I was on my knees in front of him before he could say another word. I threaded my hands into his hair, holding tight as I tilted his head back so that he met my eyes and couldn’t look away. “I’ve been fantasizing about this moment all day.”
I touched my lips to his before he could respond. I’d meant to start slow, to worship his mouth with my own before moving to his body. But the groan that sounded low in his throat and the needy way he pushed against me threw my efforts to go slowly out the window.
I wanted him. More than I’d wanted anyone in my life.
My mouth fell on his like a starving man. Despite our earlier kisses, despite spending all afternoon in his company, I felt like I’d been hungering for him all day. Watching his ass in the saddle in those tight jeans, following the curves of his thigh muscles as he’d manipulated Branson during the herding, and imagining what I would do the next time I got him naked had taken up more time in my brain today than any thoughts of work or the hundreds of tasks I always flipped through in my head while in the saddle.
His hands came around to clutch at the back of my shirt, and his legs curved around mine until we were a human pretzel falling back into the cool grass behind the fallen log. I never wanted to unwind from his sexy body, but there came a point where I needed to get our clothes off so I could feel the solid warmth of his skin against mine.
I growled and pulled away before dragging the tail of his shirt out of his jeans. Thank fuck there were snaps instead of buttons because I would have ripped his shirt off just as quickly either way, so frantic was my need to touch him with no barriers between us.
When I exposed his chest, I paused a moment, taking in the smooth expanse of skin laid bare before me. I ran a hand over his heated flesh that was as soft as a newborn calf’s. I pressed kisses down his sternum, across his belly button, and along where his happy trail would be if he hadn’t waxed.
He arched under me, and his fingers dug into my hair. “Please,” he groaned.
It was hearing the desperate need in his voice that forced me to slow down. I wanted to tease him. To drive him mad with desire the way he’d driven me mad the entire day. I undid his belt unusually slowly, taking my time sliding the supple leather through the loops of his jeans.
His hands reached to undo the button, trying to speed things along, but I batted them away. I pulled his zipper down myself, tooth by tooth, so that he was squirming by the time I peeled the fabric away, revealing ridiculously tight briefs already damp with precum.
I pressed kisses to the ridge of his cock through the fabric before pushing myself back so that I knelt over him. His hooded eyes looked up at me, and I saw a moment of doubt cross his expression.
“Take the rest of your clothes off,” I demanded before he could voice it.
The doubt melted away as he quickly followed my instruction, and within seconds, he was naked.
He reached for me, but I clucked my tongue. “Lie back and let me savor you for a minute.”
He groaned, falling back on his elbows. “How do you have so much self-control?”
I grinned, enjoying the sound of need in his voice. “Age has its benefits. I’ve been imagining this all day. You naked by the fire, the flickering light dancing on your skin. Watching your cock leak with need.”
I let my eyes hungrily devour him for a moment, committing every part of the sight to memory, before saying, “Touch yourself.”
His hand went straight to his dick, wrapping around it and pumping rhythmically.
“Slower,” I told him. And then again, more forcefully, “Slower.”
Richard gave a strangled sound in his throat. The muscles in his legs twitched, his breath coming in pants as he dragged his hand up and down his cock.
“Where’s the lube?” I asked him. I wondered if he could hear the strain in my voice. If he could imagine just how much willpower it was taking not to throw myself on top of him and rut against him like a teenager.
But I wanted this to last. We had all night together out here under the stars. Richard would be leaving soon, and I wanted as much time with him as I could get. I knew that once we returned to the ranch tomorrow, the real world would begin to creep back in, making finding this kind of languid time together difficult, if not impossible.