Page 7 of All Grown Up at Mountain Creek Ranch
“There you go.” I swallow hard, doing everything in my power not to lean in and kiss her.
Delaney looks up at me beneath her long lashes. “Thank you.”
I know she feels the electricity buzzing between us. She has to. I can't be the only one feeling this way. All I need is a sign that she wants what I want, that she feels what I feel.
Thunder cracks loudly above the barn, and Delaney grabs onto me.
“I’ve got you,” I tell her, my voice barely above a whisper.
Her hand moves up my bare chest, scorching a trail with her touch. My breathing sputters, and I lower my head down to her but stop a breath away from her mouth. I want her to close the distance between our lips.
5
DELANEY
I can barely think straight with this gorgeous bare-chested cowboy in front of me. I can feel the soft puff of his breath against my lips. His heart is racing beneath my hand, mirroring the same rapid tempo of my own heart. All I have to do is lean forward a few centimeters to close the space between us.
It would be reckless to sleep with Landon Holloway right now. I don’t know my fate in this town or if I’m going to take up the offer from Jackson Hole. But his full lips look so inviting. And I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t say that this hasn’t crossed my mind since seeing him again yesterday.
Fuck it.
I throw caution into the wind. I've spent my whole life doing the right thing, and what has it gotten me? My father still treats me like a child, and my life up until now consists mostly of me with my head buried in my books.
I clutch his shoulders and pull him towards me. Our lips meet with a bruising kiss. I cling to him as he lifts me and sets me down on the workbench beneath the cupboards. His hands move up my waist and into my hair—his fingers raking through my damp strands and sending a delicious shiver down my body.
He pushes himself between my thighs, and I feel the press of his hard cock against my aching center. Even with us both wearing jeans, the sensation of pleasure makes my brain foggy. But the reality of where we are in the barn still fights its way to the forefront of my mind.
“We can’t do this here,” I say, breaking our kiss.
He pulls back slightly, his breathing ragged. He looks up to the ceiling towards the sound of the rain beating down on the roof.
“Well, it doesn’t sound like we are going anywhere soon.”
“What if someone walks in?”
Landon throws his leg out, without looking, and kicks the door to the tack room closed.
"No one is home. And even if they were, no one will come out here in the rain unless the barn is on fire. And while you and I can both attest that there is some serious heat in here, we likely won't be setting any fires."
“That’s a shame,” I laugh, and he kisses me again.
I give up on any resistance after that. Landon tugs at the hem of my shirt and pulls it over my head, breaking our kiss for only a moment. I reach between us and unbuckle his belt and jeans. I push my hand beneath the fabric of his underwear and grip his cock. A low moan vibrates out of his chest and into my mouth. I grip him gently and stroke him up and down.
“That feels so good,” he sighs.
“Well, just wait until you’re inside me,” I chuckle.
Landon growls and starts working the button of my jeans. The damp fabric sticks to my skin, making it nearly impossible to slide them off quickly. I lift my hips off the bench as Landon peels the wet denim off my legs. I reach behind me and unhook my bra. My full breasts drop free as the straps slip off my shoulders.
Landon’s eyes grow dark as he takes in my bare breasts. He cups each one in his strong hands and squeezes, his thumb and forefinger tweaking the sensitive nipples. A pulse of pleasure courses through my body, like there is a direct line between my breasts and my pussy.
I cup Landon's face and pull him back to me. The gentle swirl of his tongue against mine pushes me, and I'm ready for him.
"I need you now." I breathe out as I spread my legs and pull the fabric of my panties to the side.
Landon rubs the tip of his cock against the slick wet folds of my pussy. The pleasure builds as he pushes inside me, inch by agonizingly slow inch. He fills me completely before pulling out again. I can’t take the teasing and tell him as much. He smiles widely and picks up the speed of his hips.
The friction of our bodies, pieced together as one, is too much and not enough. I grip his thick shoulders as he thrusts in and out, in and out.
