Page 33 of Red Hot Rancher

She propped herself on her elbows as he worked her bottoms down. He stopped partway, when she was bared to him. Her legs still trapped in the material, he planted a kiss on her exposed flesh and inhaled the sweet, musky scent of her desire.

“I don’t know if I’m going to last. Just looking at you makes me feel like I have no control over my body. These curves you’re self-conscious about are the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. And I’d think that if you ate twelve more pies. A day. For years. And your height. My God, Brigit. Those legs? I can’t get enough of you. I think you’re beautiful.”

“I—” Her mouth worked, but no other words came out. Shattering vulnerability cascaded through her features before they settled again.

She wiggled out of her pants and pulled him over her, her hands cupping his face. “No one’s ever made me feel like you do.”

He kissed her but couldn’t continue until he addressed the only concern he had before taking this further. “I have a condom in my wallet, but it’s been there so long it might not be the best quality.” He’d never been the type to scrounge through town looking for sex, but he also never tried hard to be boyfriend material. The only regret he had about any of that was that not having a fresh condom might put a stop to this moment.

“I’m… I went to the doctor the day after the breakup. I felt so dirty that I wanted it all checked out.” Her eyes flashed fire. “And I made sure to tell them why. But they didn’t find anything wrong and I’m still on the pill.”

“I never go without protection, but we’ll use what we’ve got.” He rolled away to grab his wallet off the end table. The condom was on in no time and he had no idea how his hands didn’t shake.

When he was done, she tugged him back and brushed her thumb along his lower lip. She opened herself to him. He shifted his hips until his cock slid through her wetness, but he didn’t push in right away.

This night was about taking his time. And being with Brigit was going to test his ability to last beyond a few pumps.

He pressed his lips first on one side of her mouth, then the other. Tasting her was becoming his new favorite activity. This time when he moved down her body, he teased her other nipple. She writhed under him, but he steadied her with a hand at her core. So wet. For him.

“Caleb.” The need in her voice, the near whine—she was in as bad a state as him. Good.

“I’ll take care of you.” He kneeled between her knees and skimmed his hands up her inner thighs, pressing them farther apart.

The dim light of the room cast shadows across her damp, glistening curls. He planned to squeeze every second out of this moment as he lowered his head and licked through her slit to her clit. Her moan filled the room and she arched her back. He held her to him and licked and sucked, changed tempo, altering his rhythm. Just as she was about to crest, her body tight, her knees drawing up, he backed off.

“You’re a tease,” she gasped.

The second time he brought her close to the brink, he backed off the pressure and slid a finger inside. Liquid heat gripped him, and she moved. He let her set the pace, just along for the ride.

She twisted her hands in his hair as she rode his palm. Heat flooded from her as she threw her head back and cried out.

He didn’t move as she shuddered in bliss—he was committing the whole experience to memory. Some people called Brigit the Ice Queen. In high school, they’d joked that she couldn’t be homecoming queen because she’d already built her own ice palace to reside over. But Brigit was anything but frigid. And she trusted him to see this side of her. It was humbling.

He understood this woman, just like she seemed to understand his need to be wanted by one person over all others. Since he’d lost his grandparents, he’d been adrift. He had friends. His coworkers were a makeshift family he saw a few times a week. He trusted them with his life, and they did the same with him.

This was different. Brigit didn’t have to be here. She wanted to be here. With him. They weren’t just hanging out as friends. She’d given herself to him.

Crawling up her delectable body, he couldn’t quit touching her, with his hands, his mouth, his body.

“That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” he confessed.

“That was…the most amazing thing to experience.” She tilted her head, her hair fanning out behind her. She was his angel, if only for tonight.

Lust pounded through him. It was like his body could only be so giving and generous before he turned into a selfish hedonist. He needed relief, but the desperation was only because this was Brigit. None of his past experiences, not even those with her, factored into tonight. He couldn’t remember them if he tried, but he did know that he’d never had such tenuous control over himself. He held himself at her opening, rocking his hips to wet the tip of his cock. Nothing but pleasure for her.

She cradled him, wrapping her legs around him. He thrust inside, the air squeezing out of his lungs as pleasure blazed over his shaft, coalescing at the base of his spine. Good God, he wasn’t going to last long.

She adjusted to his size, each wiggle of her hips sending him closer to the edge. Her little smile wrenched his heart. “No, nothing normal about you.”

A long, tortuous groan escaped him. He tried to keep from thrusting like a fool. “This is… I… Next time, I’ll last. I promise.”

He started pumping. She met him with equal force, their skin slapping together, moans and grunts echoing through the room. His whole body tightened, and he threw his head back. One more push, two, and he was jerking his release inside of her, every quiver and clench of her body extending his rapture.

Eventually, his shudders subsided, and he collapsed into the warm cocoon of her body.

She ran her hands over his back, into his hair, and peppered her lips along his face.

This moment. It wasn’t his home or hers, the room itself was a stale sauna, and he doubted his best friend would thank him for causing a rift between Brigit and her parents. Yet somehow, this moment was perfect. Only one question overshadowed his bliss. What could he do to make sure she didn’t walk away from him—again?

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