Page 95 of A Forever Kind of Rancher

There was a little table by the entry door. Polished wood with spindly legs and small, balled feet at the ends of them. He put the condom there, right next to the white vase. Right on a doily.

“Why don’t we need it yet?” she asked, standing there, looking confused and sexier than anyone had a right to.

“Because. Things moved a little bit fast last time and I didn’t get to do something. I regret it.”

“What?”

He pulled her back into his arms and kissed her, pushing his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, cupping her butt. Squeezing her. Then he kissed her throat, the valley between her breasts. And as he moved lower, he brought her panties down with him, until they were around her ankles, and he was kneeling in front of her.

He braced his hands on her hips and tugged her forward, pressing his mouth to the tender skin just above the dark hair at the apex of her thighs.

She shivered and he tightened his hold on her, kissing her again, this time just beneath her hip bone, before moving back.

“This is what I want,” he said, sliding his tongue between her slick folds, over her clit, then deep inside her body.

He groaned, moving his hands so that he was holding her ass. It had been too long. Too long since he’d indulged himself this way. Since he’d tasted a woman. Given her pleasure while he took his own.

And even that was simplifying it too much. Because in the moment, how long it had been since he’d been with someone else didn’t matter. He could have done this to another woman yesterday and it wouldn’t have made Grace—her scent, her flavor—any less intoxicating.

She forked her hands through his hair, tugging, the sharp pain sending another throb of arousal through his body.

“Zack.” She said his name like a prayer. Or a curse. He wasn’t sure which. And it didn’t really matter.

He increased his efforts, licking her, sucking her, and she tugged harder on his hair. He moved his hand, pushing his fingers between her thighs, pushing one deep inside her body.

A sharp, shocked sound escaped her lips. He lifted his head. “Should I stop?”

“No!”

He chuckled and lowered his head, tasting her long and deep, and she shivered beneath his tongue. So perfect. So intense. Her response was enough to make him come then and there. But not yet. No, not yet. He needed to be inside her.

“I could do this all day,” he said, sliding the flat of his tongue over her sensitized flesh and blowing lightly on her damp skin.

“I would...die,” she said, breathless, her legs starting to wobble.

He braced her, held her up, kissing her deeper, working his tongue inside of her until she cried out, her hands moving to his shoulders, nails digging deep into his skin.

“Can’t have that,” he said, as out-of-breath as she was. And he hadn’t even gotten his. “You’re too damn pretty.”

“Is that the only reason I’m of...any use to you?” she asked, still panting.

“Hell no.” He stood up, keeping his hold tight on her, lifting her off the ground. Then he saw the condom on the table. “I need you for all kinds of things.”

He moved her to the table. “Put your hands on the doily, darlin’.”

She obeyed, but shot him a look. “You need me for sex,” she said.

“Same reason you need me,” he said, positioning himself behind her, reaching for the condom. “What else would need some big, rough cowboy for? Certainly not for work events. You just need to use me. For your own personal satisfaction.”

“That’s true,” she said. “I’m using you, too.”

“We’re using each other. And that doesn’t have to be cheap or dirty. It’s pretty damn hot really.” He rolled the condom onto his length and guided himself to the wet entrance to her body, testing her slowly. “Bend over just a little more,” he said.

She obeyed, and he pushed in deeper. He swore. “You’re so tight.”

“You’re just big,” she said, her voice shaky.

He put his hand on her hip, then slid his palm over her stomach and down between her legs, running his fingers through her folds. “Okay?”

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