Page 47 of A Forever Kind of Rancher

And that was sad.

But this wasn’t.

So he was going to push all that to the side, and just be here. With her.

Because all she needed was him. And all he needed was her. That was for damned sure.

He moved closer to her and undid the buckle on his jeans.

And he suddenly felt unworthy of the gift she was giving him. It had been a follow-through of the game they were playing last night, and now it felt like something he maybe didn’t deserve.

But she was looking up at him with wide, expectant eyes, and he was powerless to turn away.

He shifted the fabric of his pants, his underwear, and exposed himself to her. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and slid her elegant fingers along his length. Then she moved in, taking the tip of him into her mouth, before sucking him in deeply. She was confident. And more than that, her enjoyment was clear.

She wasn’t shy—her eye contact bold, the sounds of pleasure coming from deep within her throat intense and raw.

He pushed his fingertips through her hair, held her there, held himself steady.

He didn’t think he would survive this.

Even in this, he was so very aware it was her. Even in this, it could be no one else. He felt honored. Which was such a weird-ass way to think of a blowjob. But it wasn’t just a blowjob. Because nothing with her was ever that simple. And it never could be.

He was close. So close, and he didn’t want it. Not like this. He moved away from her, and she looked dazed, confused.

“Didn’t you like it?”

“I loved it,” he said, taking her hand and lifting her to her feet. And he kissed her, open-mouthed and hot. “A little bit too much. I need you. To be inside of you. Because I’ve got a month with you, Wendy, and there isn’t going to be enough time. I’m not wasting it.”

Something that looked like grief danced over her features, and he did his best to ignore that. They stripped each other naked, and made it as far as the living room rug. He pulled her over the top of him, and thrust up inside of her. Let her set the tempo of the lovemaking this time. Let her have control. She flipped her blond hair over her shoulder, planted her hands on his chest and rode him, the view provided by the position making him feel like his heart might explode.

Then she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, small incoherent sounds issued from her lips creating a glorious soundtrack to his need.

Her climax came quick, and he was grateful, because that meant he could give her two.

As she continued to move over him, he pressed his thumb right there, to that sensitized bundle of nerves, and began to stroke her. She shivered, the second wave of her desire cresting as she cried out his name on a shudder and a shout. And then he followed her over the edge. It had been so much faster than he wanted it to be. But it had been perfect.

That woman. Damn that woman.

“Have dinner with me tonight,” he said without thinking.

“I have the girls.”

“Well, all of you have dinner with me tonight. I missed you last night.”

“You left last night on purpose.”

“I know I did. But I don’t want to be alone in this house tonight, and I don’t want to be without you, and I don’t care if that makes sense.”

“It’s the sex talking,” she said, throwing her arm over her face and rolling over onto her back.

“Sure it is. But it’s great sex, so it can talk as loud as it wants.”

“You’re impossible, do you know that?”

“Whether I do or don’t is sort of immaterial, don’t you think?”

“No.” She frowned and rolled over onto her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows. “I have a question for you.”

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