Page 27 of White Collar Rancher

He wanted sex and he wanted it now.

More precisely, he wanted it with her.

Sure, he’d anticipated sex before. There’d been times he was so worked up that he almost finished as soon as he dropped his zipper, but that hadn’t happened for years. He’d had enough practice since then.

This could be one of those times, but he wanted to savor her. Desire banged around his brain. What if she decided this wasn’t for her? What if she said nope and walked out? What if he really did finish before he’d properly tasted her, or seen her without a stitch of clothing, or felt how her body clenched around his when he brought her to orgasm?

Learning the answers to all that was critical, and he’d never experienced this level of urgency before. Definitely not the need to linger, to savor, to find out just how hard she could come.

Staying in this chair was a stupid idea. He couldn’t spread her out like he wanted, but the light was on in this room. His bedroom would be dark. He wouldn’t allow Priya to hide from him.

Then maybe she’d actually talk to him.

They were friends, dammit.

Except he didn’t have any friends he wanted to fuck as badly he wanted to Priya.

His lips were on hers, but she’d stiffened again. That mind of hers was always going. His mission tonight was to be the center of her thoughts.

He finally wrestled her sweater off. She was gripping at his, but with the way she was twisted in his lap, she wasn’t succeeding. He broke apart and reached behind him to rip the garment over his head.

Her hands were on him. Skimming over his shoulders, down his biceps, over his chest. Her eyes devoured him, and he needed the time. His own hungry gaze was busy. A black lacy bra cupped soft breasts with just a hint of nipple peeking through. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.

Sliding his arms under her legs and back, he lifted her enough to scoot to the floor while folding his legs under him. She gasped and clung to him as he hit his knees.

“What are you—”

“I’m spreading you out.” He set her on the carpet and rolled between her legs. The leggings were even better when he could view the full length of her curves. But they had to come off.

The frown on her face made him pause. She wiggled her butt, but not out of need. “Shouldn’t we…lie on a blanket or something?”

“Do you think my carpet is that dirty?”

She slumped under him. “No, but what we’re doing…” An adorable blush tinted her cheeks, but not from embarrassment. Frustration. At herself.

Did Priya’s fastidious nature extend to the bedroom? The urge to find out consumed him. “Ever fucked on a floor before?” he drawled.

The blush deepened, but she scowled at him. “Y-yes.”

Doing it on the bare floor bothered her enough to say something, but she was hesitant to talk about it. Someone had given her shit about her ways before. He didn’t like that.

He settled on his forearms and let some of his weight rest on her. This time the hip wiggle wasn’t from the wrong type of dirty thoughts. “Before or after you laid a blanket down? Or a towel?”

Her eyes narrowed, and she wasn’t the pliant Priya she’d been on his lap. “I’m not going to answer.”

“I told you, whatever you’re comfortable with.” He rose to his knees and flicked open the clasp of his jeans. Tonight would’ve been a good night to wear pajama pants. “You want a blanket, we’re going to get a blanket.”

The way she softened answered any of his questions about how guys had reacted in the past to his tidy doctor. Besides, they were friends, right? Then she should be comfortable with him.

He shoved the denim over his ass cheeks, yanking his underwear down with his pants. His shaft sprang free. Her lips parted when she looked at him. Yeah. A guy could get used to that reaction.

He dropped to one hand, hovering over her, and enjoyed how she automatically widened her legs to make room for him and draped her hands on his shoulders. But he didn’t touch her.

Stretching, he snagged a throw from the couch. Sitting back on his knees, he liked the way she attempted to quit looking at his body and failed. Disappointment shadowed her eyes when the blanket covered his erection.

He fisted the material. “Lift your butt.”

She sucked in the side of her lower lip. “You don’t have to. We don’t—”

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