Page 53 of Legacy of Lies
His groan echoed her own as he stroked her neck and slid down to the sweatshirt. His rough fingertips left a trail of heaven as one hand drifted to her breast, warming her skin through the fabric. When he cupped her and rubbed a thumb over her covered nipple, she threw her head back.
“See what I mean? Open. Book.”
He pinched the hard tip of her nipple again, and she squealed as her toes curled.
“You’re too far away from me.” He growled as he pulled her onto his lap, facing him.
The spread of her legs over his hot denim thighs felt naughty and perfect. And left a space that begged to be filled. By him.
When he snaked his arms under her shirt, she leaned in and kissed him with every ounce of appreciation for his caresses on her back.
He lifted the hem of her shirt and tugged off the garment.
In the past, this would be the point where she’d cover herself or turn off the light. Even her curves had curves, and for a hard body like Garrison, she might not be to his taste.
As he licked his lips and groaned, he palmed her full breasts. “So beautiful,” he breathed.
Yes, her body was to this rancher’s liking. His hot palm seared the skin of her back until a fingertip reached her bra. He popped the clasp, and he drew the fabric down and away. He licked his lips again like a starving man eyeing a buffet.
She ran her hands up his arms to his muscled neck and gently raked her nails over the nape. He shuddered.
Instead of keeping her arms around his neck, he gently positioned her hands behind her, on his knees. With her back arched and breasts pushed forward, she straddled him. Excitement zinged through every inch of her body.
Without preamble, he raised her breast to his mouth and sucked the nipple in, hard, holding it in place with his teeth and flicking his tongue over the tight nub.
She gasped as a pulse deep in her pelvis throbbed in time with his tongue’s motion.
Colors and light began to smear by the time he shifted to the other breast. Leaning back, he squeezed the soft flesh and rolled the nipples between his thumb and finger, drawing her closer to him. Harsh breaths filled the room.
Turned out, the rough panting was actually her own. Thrusting her chest toward him, she was greedy for him to taste even more, for his hands to roam over her skin. She thanked the Holy Ghost when Garrison obliged with his hot mouth and rough tongue on her breast once again. Who said seconds weren’t healthy? She groaned as he switched his attention back to her other breast.
“God, I want you, Sara.” He pressed back down onto her mouth and kissed her hard and deep, while kneading her breasts with ever-faster movements.
Too much sensation, everywhere. Her body threatened to burst into flame.
“Me too,” she breathed. “Oh God, I so want you.”
When she angled away from him, he unbuckled his belt, the clink of metal setting her nerves on edge. His amber eyes hadn’t left her face for a moment.
A ringtone broke the silence.
“Shit.” He fished in his back pocket, jostling her on his lap. Cramming the phone to his ear, he barked, “What?”
A woman’s high-pitched voice followed. He threw the phone to the side and jumped up, pitching her off his lap onto the couch.
“The ranch is on fire.”
