Page 107 of A Rancher's Heart
He grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and ripped it over her head, reaching behind for her bra hooks. His fingers fumbled for a second before he had it loose. She helped, shrugging the straps off her shoulders, soft fabric falling to the ground.
Her lush womanly curves were bared before him, a spark of mischief in her eyes. Caleb picked her up around the thighs, a squeal of surprise bursting from her as she caught his shoulders for balance, peering at him through cheerful yellow-framed glasses.
The extra height put her breasts level with his face, and he licked one nipple before taking the other into his mouth, sucking in pulses as he stumbled blindly the rest of the way to the living room.
Her fingernails dug in as a hearty moan escaped her lips. She slid her fingers higher, threading them into his hair so she could pull him tighter to her breasts.
He wanted to drop her on the sofa, strip her down and drive into her. He wanted to take his time, and tease every inch of her skin. Somehow he couldn’t do either of those, because she was gripping him tight, pulling and tugging where she wanted him, and suddenly he knew the one thing he needed.
Control. Over her, since it appeared he didn’t have a damn bit over himself anymore.
He settled her hips on the back of the couch then caught her wrists in his fingers, jerking them away from himself then slowly pressing her arms behind her back. The move thrust her chest forward, and pleasure grew inside him as she squirmed in his grip.
“Sit still,” he ordered, adjusting her until he could clasp both wrists in one hand, leaving his other hand free to cup one full breast in his palm. He squeezed, then again, massaging the heavy weight as he stroked his thumb over her nipple. The nip tightened up, pressing against him.
Her moan of approval grew louder, and her head fell back as she pressed into him harder.
Still trying to take control.
Caleb tugged her wrists again. He placed his other hand against her lower back and arched her so she was precariously balanced. Fully exposed as he leaned closer and stared into her flushed face. “Sit stillmeans I’m in charge. Don’t move.”
Her eyes widened for a second, and a flash of heat reflected back—not anger, lust.
That was all it took for him to keep going. Lowering his head to work one nipple then the other, sucking and biting until her breasts were rosy red from the brush of scruff on his cheek and the pressure of his lips.
“Oh God, Caleb.More,” she begged.
Just because he agreed didn’t mean she’d get what she asked for. Not right away.
He leaned her back farther until her shoulders rested on the seat, her hips still raised on the padded armrest. He placed a hand on her belly to keep her trapped with her hands underneath her. “Stay like that, and I might let you come.”
He got a deliriously delicious growl back in response.
He ripped her jeans open then stripped her. Hands under her ass, he adjusted until her butt hung slightly off the edge of the armrest. One foot rested beside her hips, the other leg he placed over the back of the couch, spreading her wide. She was exposed to his gaze now, moisture clinging to her curls.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he slipped a finger through her curls to open her. “I get hard, but you get damn wet, don’t you, darlin’?”
“Yes.” She sucked in a gasp as he dropped to the floor and placed his mouth over her and drove his tongue deep. “Ohyes.”
The taste of her did nothing to cool the flames, but the noises she made were enough to allow him to slow slightly. He needed to hear her trembling on the edge, as desperate for him as he was for her. Teasing now, flicking his tongue against her clit, circling again and again until she squirmed, hips thrusting against the firm grip he used to pin her in place. When he sucked her clit into his mouth, strumming rapidly with his tongue, her ass cheeks tightened, hovering on the edge of an orgasm.
He slowed, enjoying the sound of her cursing as he rose a little higher to gaze into her flushed face.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered. Eyes glassy with a haze of passion, she obeyed. He slid his fingers past her lips and over her tongue, pumping them in and out as if he were fucking her mouth.
Another moan escaped her, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The pulse at the base of her throat throbbed, matching everything in him.
He pulled his fingers back and took control of her nipple, leaving it wet after pinching lightly.
Another time past her lips, their eyes locked as he painted her other nipple with more moisture, the peaks standing upright, eager for his touch.
The third time he trailed his hand down her body until he finished between her legs, her wet heat beckoning him in. Just the tips, around, then dip. Around, and a little farther. Around, and to the first knuckle.
Tamara arched against him, trying to move, but he kept her pinned in place, teasing over and over until his fingers were buried in her, the soft pads brushing the inside of her sex.
He hit the right spot and her eyes widened. “Oh my…”
It was too good to stop. Caleb bent over and added his tongue to the party and Tamara bucked as if she was going for an eight-second, full-score ride. Deliciously dirty noises escaped right before her sex tightened around him like a trap, her orgasm grabbing hold and tearing her over the edge violently.
