Page 112 of A Rancher's Heart
He tucked his fingers underneath her chin and lifted her face so he could brush their lips together. A brief, gentle caress. Slowly growing in passion until she realized he was fiddling with the button of her jeans.
She caught his wrists in her hands. “Really?”
“I just got engaged. I think a celebration is an order.”
His logic was hard to debate, but there was another matter. “You carrying a condom?”
That pulled him up short for a moment, but then, to her utter shock, his face twisted into what could only be called a cheeky grin. “You know my little lecture earlier about talking everything out?”
Lecture. Okay, she’d go with that, but she snickered. “Yeah?”
“New topic for discussion.” He took a deep breath. “I kind of mentioned kids—and I don’t even know if you want any, other than the girls.”
Holy cow, the man went from not talking to hitting up huge issues in a few words. “You asking if I want to have your babies? Because the answer is yes.”
He closed the distance between them again, hand settling on her hips. “You mind maybe getting started on them sooner than later?”
Not at all how she expected her afternoon off to go. “Why not? I have a couple hours to kill.”
Caleb laughed, picking her up and bringing their lips together again. Tamara wrapped her legs around his hips and held on tight as he lowered them to the rock face.
The winter sun was barely strong enough to heat the skin he exposed, but the black rocks held lingering warmth. The Chinook wind caressed them with soft, heated fingers, and the sharp scent of grass and snow filled her senses as Caleb pulled off one of her boots and helped her out of a single leg of her jeans. He tugged himself free and brought her over him, quick, but perfect.
He touched her intimately, teasing and stroking as he kissed her, keeping her in the sunshine and protecting her from the hard surface under their knees until she was squirming with need.
Then he lowered her slowly, joining them. Raw and needy and nothing fancy, just them and the land. Silver Stone watching like a sentinel as they made love, the roar of the falls in her ears.
Or was that the pounding of her heart?
She rocked over him as he kissed her, tongue teasing, teeth nipping at her bottom lip. Kisses pressed over her face as he cupped her head and held on tight.
Held on as if he was never letting go.
The wind blowing past caressed them, warmth like the touch of a gentle lover, and as she came, Tamara looked into the eyes of the man she loved.
It didn’t matter that he hadn’t said it yet, not in words. He’d said it over and over again with his body, by his actions. And when he breathed out her name, Tamara kissed him fiercely.
The distant roar of the falls a blessing on their new beginning.
