Page 65 of Live, Ranch, Love

His strides eat up all the space between us, save for a couple of inches. I’m suddenly staring at his broad chest, racked with silly, horny thoughts of how I want to run my tongue over that eagle tattoo that I know sits beneath his top.

I tip my head up to him and point between us. “This. You hated me like a month ago and now I can’t stop thinking about last night… This is going to be difficult with everyone arriving tomorrow. I’ll be so busy for the next week, and you’ll have the ranch to look after when you’re not doing the trails and riding.”

Brows drawn in, Wyatt nods in contemplation for a few seconds, then instantly pushes any evidence of concern from his face. He suddenly swipes off his hat and places it on my head. “I guess we’ll just have to make the most of today then, won’t we? I’ve waited far too long for you, Aurora. I’ve got no patience left.”

He’s been waiting for me? For how long?

Wyatt doesn’t give me a second to respond, though, before he bends to grab the back of my thighs and lifts me up, making me squeal. Instinctually, my arms wrap around his neck, legs circling his hips, locking my feet together behind his back. Wyatt spins and presses me back against the wooden stable walls, lips crashing against mine.

Hips pin me in place, pressing his hardness against me, and I can’t help myself but roll my hips, needing to feel as much of him as I can, as much friction as possible. I’ve never been happier that I’m wearing a light summer dress right now, grateful the skirt is already hitched up, meaning it’s just a barrier of my underwear and his jeans that’s keeping me from him.

God, I need to get him out of his clothes now.

But I’m completely powerless to him, trapped between his solid body and the wall, overwhelmed by the scent of him and the burning inside of me. Yet, I wouldn’t want it any other way. Even last night and this morning, he took total control of everything, giving my mind the freedom to just float away in the pleasure. I didn’t realise how badly that was what I needed.

Hot breath races against my jaw as Wyatt trails kisses along it, then over the sensitive skin beneath my ear, gripping my ass in his hands. He rips a hand free and cups my face, tugging lightly on some of my hair when his lips return to mine. Groans vibrate in his throat, and when I open my mouth for him, the primal need that’s driving such sounds is evident with the way his tongue lashes in, trying to taste as much as me as possible.

“Fuck, Aurora,” he moans between kisses, quickly stopping to press his forehead against mine. Warm, racing breaths fill the space between us. “I can’t get enough of you. I’ve needed you so badly.”

I clench my legs around him harder, body screaming with impatience. “Me too.”

Wyatt presses another hard kiss against my mouth, then pulls us away from the wall, finally settling me down. I’m a little confused when he starts walking away. But then I realise that’s he’s heading to the wall where loads of equipment is hanging, halting his steps just before.

Over his shoulder, Wyatt’s darkened eyes rake over me, a smirk playing on his lips. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna give that greedy little pussy everything it needs.”

“The words that come out of your mouth, Hensley!” I gasp.

His shoulders shake with a silent chuckle. “You love it.”

“Maybe.” I narrow my eyes as Wyatt runs his hand over all the reins and ropes hanging on the wall. When he finally lifts one of the long leather leading reins, my breath shakes out, butterflies awakening in my stomach. There’s no doubt that I’m nervous at what’s to come, but honestly, I’m more excited. I’ve never dabbled in anything like bondage before, and I like how wickedly smutty it feels.

Wyatt swivels, not even trying to conceal the way he’s straining hard against his jeans. My mouth is already watering. “Now, be a good girl and face that post with your wrists together.”

His molten eyes flick to the nearest wooden post and I quickly abide, trying to bite back the nervous giggle that’s bubbling up my throat. I don’t want to seem juvenile when this is clearly something he’s experienced in.

But then Wyatt’s fingers are suddenly brushing my waves away from my ear, his lips dipping close as he rasps, “Laugh all you want, Princess, I love the sound. And remember,” he starts wrapping the leather rein around my wrists, “all I care about is making you feel good. You tell me what to do. If you don’t feel comfortable with something, you just say, and we stop.” He knots the leather above my wrists, giving it a tug. “You got that?”

Letting the giggle slip out this time, I nod and grin. Wyatt’s wild eyes home in on where I bite down on my bottom lip. He groans before ripping his gaze away and wrapping what is left of the rein around the post, fixing it through the leather already around my wrists. One more tight tug and I’m secured. A quick wiggle of my wrists confirms there’s no way I’m slipping out of this.

The prospect that I can’t run from whatever pleasure Wyatt has in store for me sends thrilling shivers along my skin.

“Aurora,” Wyatt purrs my name, tipping my head up with a finger so he can take my mouth. This time, his kiss isn’t rough or starved, it’s gentle, tender, and warm. It builds the heat inside of me again slowly, like he’s gradually adding kindling to the fire with each touch of his lips against mine.

Wyatt trails his kisses along my neck, then down my back as he positions himself behind me. I half expect him to revert to the way he was scrambling for me earlier and lift my dress up, but his mouth continues brushing down my legs, only pushing my dress up slightly. Planted on his knees, Wyatt kisses the back of my thighs, devoting his lips to every inch of my skin. His fingers trail softly higher with every achingly long second, but never far enough to give me what I need.

I go to reach for him, to beckon him up to where my need is pooling between my thighs, when the rein tugs against me, reminding me that I’m completely at Wyatt’s mercy. Which is exactly why he’s doing this. Teasing me.

I groan out with the realisation.

“Something wrong, Princess?” Wyatt laughs a breath out against my thigh, the tips of his fingers just grazing my centre. I groan again in response, trying to savour even that slight touch.

“Use your words,” he insists, nipping at my inner thigh, and I can just imagine the smug grin plastered across his gorgeous face.

“Please touch me,” I beg, not even ashamed. Because how could I be? The hottest man I’ve ever met, a dark, muscly cowboy, is sat between my legs, promising to do whatever I need.

“Gladly,” Wyatt growls, standing up and flipping the skirt of my dress up over my ass. He yanks my panties down, helping me out of them, and then adjusts my position, bringing my hips back so that I’m slightly bent over, baring more for him. He reaches under me, running a finger through my slick centre. I swear he hisses in response. “I love how soaked you are for me.”

Leaning over, Wyatt continues to torture me by just sliding his finger through my wetness, occasionally circling my clit, whilst his other hand palms my breasts. He presses a hard kiss against my neck when I force my hips back against him, wanting more than just teasing from his fingers.

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