Page 28 of White Collar Rancher

“It makes you more comfortable.”

“You don’t take it as a personal affront to your masculinity that you can’t bang the anxiety out of my mind?”

Who had said that to her? “I can’t ‘bang the anxiety’ out of your mind if I’m stressing you out at the same time.”

Her gaze softened, her concerns physically draining away. She leaned up to snap the blanket out of his hands. She shoved the material under her and helped straighten it out. Once she was settled, he cocked an eyebrow at her. Her answering smile was all the permission he needed.

“Those leggings. Off.” He pointed at her. “You do it.” He wasn’t going to miss one second of finally getting to see her legs.

She worried her lower lip again, but hooked her fingers under the waistband. The little tease only peeled down her bottoms. Black, lacy underwear that matched her bra was even better dessert than her homemade vanilla bean cupcakes.

It wouldn’t matter what type of undergarments Priya wore. She was as curvy as a centerfold and her skin glowed, but this set accentuated the flare of her hips and the roundness of her bust.

“Underwear. Off.” He was hard and throbbing, but he still hadn’t moved. She was laid out before him and he had more to see.

She slipped her fingers under the thin strip of material that circled her waist, then hesitated. She was getting nervous again. Covering her hands with his, he pulled down, rolling the fabric with him.

Soft swells were bared, and fuck, the neatly manicured dark patch of hair was almost his undoing. He was going to bury himself there, but not yet.

Tossing her underwear aside, he settled back over her, keeping his hips angled up. He couldn’t afford to lose his mind, and if his cock landed anywhere near her heat, he’d make bad decisions. But the funny thing was, he knew she’d stay levelheaded enough to make sure they were both protected.

He just didn’t want to give her reason to worry and diminish her pleasure. He tugged down the lacy cups covering his personal paradise. Her breasts popped out. His mouth watered as he lowered his head to capture one between his lips.

Her soft exhale was followed by her arching into him, giving him the perfect opportunity to sneak his hands under her and unfasten the bra.

They were naked. “Now we can get started.” He rocked up to land a hard kiss on her lips, then he nibbled and kissed his way down her neck, over and across to each nipple, then over the dip of her belly.

Finally, he was right where he wanted to be. Her hands tangled in his hair. A sudden mischievousness overtook him. This was the first time he’d had any sort of beard.

Hooking her leg with an arm, he grazed her inner thigh with his whiskers.

She bucked off the floor. “Justin!” She relaxed, but her legs were draped over his shoulders. Perfect. “You’re naughty.”

He chuckled as he settled onto his elbows. “I might be.” Another light brush of his chin against her might send her off the blanket, but he caught her and made his move.

He nuzzled her, careful to minimize the effect of his beard, and licked through her crease until he hit her clit.

Her long moan echoed exactly what he was feeling. Finally. This was more amazing than he’d expected. And he couldn’t wait for more.

She was wet, and as he licked and sucked on her tender flesh, she groaned, then caught herself. There was a baby sleeping in the house and neither one of them wanted to be interrupted.

She wriggled against him, getting close to her peak. Like with her undressing, he didn’t want to miss a thing and he had a limited view where he was. A spectacular view. But he couldn’t see the way her eyes sparked with passion, or how her breasts were thrust toward the ceiling when she bowed against the floor.

Her legs were tight around him, energy coiling in her body. Her gasps and pants were coming quicker. He made his move. Rubbing his thumb over her clit to replace his tongue, he used his shoulders to wedge her legs apart as he rose. At the same time, he slicked one finger inside of her.

Her mouth dropped open at the same time her legs went slack. This was it. She was going to come.

“I want to see it all, Pri. Come for me.” He timed his strokes with the circles of his thumb.

She broke apart, and he got the only seat in the house. His Priya came undone as she moaned her release, his name on her lips.

He throbbed so hard it was uncomfortable. But worth it. So worth it as his little anxiety-ridden goddess orgasmed with nothing but his hand on her.

As she tumbled off her peak, her chest heaved, and she opened her eyes. The blush was back, but her look was unrepentant.

“You needed that,” he said.

She only nodded, her gaze dreamy like she was still trying to come back down to earth. The fan of dark hair behind her head contrasted with the carpet. The flooring framed her body, and together with the saddle-brown throw, she was the most beautiful art in his house.

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