Page 36 of Rancher's Heart

Griff’s arm locked around me as if silently forbidding me to dare to break away from him as his tongue swept into my mouth, and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped me. Was I so desperate for affection that a simple kiss was the most erotic thing I could remember happening to me in years?

In a single movement Griff grabbed my thigh and pulled me the rest of the way onto his lap until I was straddling him. He’d managed to maneuver me in exactly the way he wanted without even breaking the kiss. The already sizzling intensity between us somehow increased and I was sure with the way he was setting fire to my soul. I’d be reduced to a very satisfied pile of ash by the time he was done with me.

“I know you don’t want to cross a professional line, and I respect that, but in all honesty, we already have,” he mumbled against my lips. “If it comes down to a separation of work and pleasure, I–”

I smiled against his mouth, all too pleased by the sudden outburst of overthinking he was doing at the moment. He had no idea how seen it made me feel or how much more it made me want him. “You what, exactly?”

He pulled back, and I could see the same fire I felt reflected back to me from his eyes. “I–you know what? Fuck it.” He wrapped his arm around my back, flipping us over until my back was on the blanket, and I could feel the outline of his hardness pressed between my thighs. “You’re fired, Elle.” His hand dropped to the hem of my t-shirt before he paused, locking eyes with me.

“What are you waiting for?” I managed to say as I gasped for breath. Griff remained frozen watching me wordlessly for another beat or two.

“For you to tell me you want me.” He reached up and brushed my hair from my face. “You do want me, don’t you, Elle?”

I shook my head, and his face fell immediately, his body instantly rigid against mine.

“I don’t just want you. I need you, Griff,” I breathed out, smirking. Amongst hay bales, with dust particles floating through the air and the night creeping in around us, Griff groaned. “You’ll pay for teasing me like that. You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

Suddenly, I wished I’d worn something a little sexier than dirty jeans and a T-shirt.

His long fingers skimmed up my sides and pulled the hem of my shirt up along with them, and I lifted my arms to make it easier for him. Before I knew it, my shirt was off, and it was tossed over my head. A sly grin covered his face as he ran his finger along the cup of the blue sheer lace bra he bought me. “I knew this would look amazing on you, but I'd rather it be on the floor.” I propped myself up on my elbows, and he reached under me, pressing soft kisses along the swell of my breasts as he popped the hooks off the eyes.

His calloused hands dragged the straps off my shoulders. Their roughness against the curve of my shoulder sent goosebumps skittering over my skin. Hands that were so tenderat this moment, but I could feel the strength behind them. To look at them you’d never know they could be gentle, and I wanted more.

“You don’t have to be so gentle with me. I won’t break.”

He palmed one of my breasts. “Patience.” He tutted and leaned down to take my tight nipple into his mouth. “Let me appreciate your perfection exactly how it deserves to be.” Shivers ran across my body, and I could feel the lust blooming at the apex of my thighs.

Running my hand through his long hair, I let my head fall back, relishing in the warmth of his tongue as it teased and flicked at me. But I wanted to feel the heat of his body against mine. My hands fell from hair to collar and pulled his plaid shirt apart, the snaps popping open, unveiling his hard chest enough that I could press my hands to it in the space between us. The dark hair on his chest tickled my palms before I slid my hands further down to his stomach where I toyed with his belt buckle.

Griff pulled away from me, and got rid of his shirt, before he reached for the button on my jeans. “We are both wearing far too many clothes.” With one forceful tug, my jeans were around my knees and then off my feet.

“What happened to patience?” I taunted.

He knelt back and opened his belt buckle. “You’re not playing fair, and you know it.” The man was so big, even on his knees he towered over me, and it awakened in me a delicious vulnerability that I hadn’t felt in years. The way I craved this man with every fiber of my being consumed me, and I, in turn, wanted nothing more than to be consumed by him. “I just hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

He pulled his belt from the loops of his jeans. The buckle made a thud as it hit the floor, and Griff lowered his jeans, and slipped out of them as he lowered his boxer briefs, his eyes watching me intently as he revealed himself to me. When mygaze dropped, my mouth suddenly went dry, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him, and there was a whole lot of him, indeed. I swallowed hard, and he chuckled, scooting closer to me. “Cat got your tongue, baby?”

I opened my mouth to respond.

“That’s okay. You don’t need to say a word as long as you can still moan for me.” Griff dragged his finger over my clit, watching me intently as my hips lifted in response to him, desperate and needy for more. “Oh, and I’m going to need you to come for me.” He slipped his fingers down and through my growing wetness before pushing two inside.

“Oh.” I cried out at the feeling of penetration.

He worked his finger in and out of me, hooking them in a come hither motion, brushing against the most sensitive part of my inside. “Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yes,” I choked out between a gasp and a moan.

“Good girl.” His hand stilled. “But there’s one more condition.” I wanted to beg him to keep going and tell him that no matter his request, he could have it as long as he didn’t dare stop again.

“What is it?”

I wasn’t ready for him to lay on his stomach, nor did I expect to feel his warm breath dance between my legs in response to my question. “You’re going to come on my face.” With that said, his fingers were back in action as he dragged his tongue through my slit. My hands shot down, gripping his hair. “Griff, oh my god.” I squirmed, moaning as I pushed my hips toward him greedily. I wanted more. More of his fingers inside me and more of his expert tongue swirling over my clit. He pulled his fingers out to make way for his tongue to press inside me. A low rumble vibrated against me while his tongue probed my depths, kissing them equally as passionately as he had my mouth. His hand moved to grip my thigh, squeezing it tight for leverage,giving me a hint of the show of strength I’d been craving from him. He buried his face so deep in me that I was certain he couldn’t breathe. His commitment to smothering himself in me was a testament to how badly he wanted me to do as he asked and come undone while his mouth explored between my thighs. When he came up for air, he exhaled the words, “Damn. I’d die happy with the taste of you on my lips.”

In the very next moment, his tongue found its way back to my clit, his fingers were back inside me, but this time I was certain by the way I stretched around them, he’d snuck a third one in, filling me even more than he had before. My body shuddered against him, his relentless tongue teasing and flicking me ever closer to the release that swelled inside me and begged to be set free. “Oh, oh.” I couldn’t process the feeling. There were no words for the heat that flowed through me.

His free arm stretched up to roll my nipple between his finger and thumb. I knew that would be my undoing. “I can’t. This is too much.” With both his hands and tongue devoted to me, I ran my fingers through his dark brown hair, pulling the strands to press his face into me in preparation to lose all control against it like he commanded. My body transformed into a supernova of bliss that stole my breath as it burst through every part of me, rendering my thoughts luminescent before they scattered in a billion different directions. Trying to catch my breath, my brain was fuzzy, the tension melting away as I flopped back onto the blanket

Laying between the sweet smell of the hay and the press of his body as he moved to hover over me, I wasn’t sure if the goosebumps flitting across my skin were from the crisp night air or the way that Griff looked at me. His eyes blazed with a primal need as he claimed my mouth again, offering me a taste of myself from his lips and tongue. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. The man’s mouth moved over mine like there wasno question who I belonged to now. He was silently staking his claim, and I was submitting to anything that brought me closer to him.

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