Page 89 of A Rancher's Heart
She shoved the wrappers back into the box as quickly as she could, latex crinkling under her fingers.
It seemed she now had not only motive but the means.
“Caleb?”
He grunted in response. If she didn’t know better she’d assume he was doing something boring like looking over a tractor magazine or planning how much hay to stack in the south field.
But a quick glance to her left showed the truth. His fingers on the wheel were white, his grip so tight she could practically hear the leather scream in protest. Maybe his legendary control wasn’t quite as unshakable as he wished.
Oh, she certainly hoped it wasn’t.
“Could you pull over, please?”
He frowned. “You need a pit stop already?”
She shook her head happily. Then she waggled one of Lisa’s Christmas presents in the air where he could see it. “I think we should start that little adventure a little sooner than waiting until we get home.”
Caleb swore, snapping his head back to the front and focusing on the road as if she held a gun to his head. “Tamara. I’m not taking you in the goddamn truck.”
She slid a hand up his arm, squeezing her fingers over his shoulder before sliding back down and caressing his biceps. “Why not? I have no problem giving myself to you in the truck. Or if it makes you feel better, I could take you.”
The engine roared for a second as he hit the gas extra hard before growling at her. “We can wait.”
But the imperturbable Caleb was fidgeting.
Tamara eased her hips forward on the seat and undid her pants.
He snapped a glance sideways. “Don’t do that.”
Tamara lifted her T-shirt to expose her belly then lifted her hand to her mouth and licked her fingers before sliding her hand into her pants. Curling her knuckles so they showed against the fabric of her jeans. “Just getting warmed up.”
He was torn, she could tell that. Eyes on the road with just enough glances to the side to know she was driving him wild. Heck, she was drivingherselfwild, brushing fingers over her clit steadily until a soft sound of pleasure escaped her lips unbidden.
Caleb turned the truck off the main highway, bouncing down a dark side road toward a batch of trees.
Tamara let a smile sneak out, lifting her hand across and offering her fingers. “Want a taste?”
He slammed on the brakes, skidding the truck to a stop. It shimmied ninety degrees to finish parked across the dead-end road. Then he was around the vehicle, jerking open her door and releasing her seatbelt to pull her toward him. He took her lips, kissing hard and deep and fast until she was lightheaded.
Caleb reached down and stripped off her pants, pulling them down as far as her boot tops before shoving her panties away as well. He pushed her back to the seat, jerked her hips forward and covered her with his mouth.
Zero to sixty—the bit of warmup she’d had was nothing compared to the caress of his tongue over her sex. Feasting like a starving man, the five o’clock shadow on his cheeks rasped against her inner thighs. A sensual sandpaper forcing pleasure on her as he moved his tongue against her rapidly. Strong fingers dug into her ass as he lifted her against his mouth.
He’d wrung an orgasm from her in no time flat, her body shaking as he grabbed for the box on the floorboards. Caleb tore open the lid, and colourful squares went flying everywhere. He had a condom open, his cock covered then he stepped up on the running boards, lined up and slid in.
Slowly. Eyes fixed on her face as he pushed into her. Hard and hot and thick and oh,yes, it felt good.
Tamara swore, lifting her knees. She intended to grab hold of her ankles to offer him more room, but her jeans were tangled around her boot tops, so she ended up in a weird, lopsided butterfly-position as he joined their bodies, leaving her fuller than she’d ever been.
He closed his eyes, a shudder wracking his entire body as he gripped her hips and held them together.
Intimate and picture-perfect. In spite of having only briefly kissed, in spite of having all their clothes on and the awkward location for their first sexual tryst, it was perfect.
The impact of two and a half months of foreplay couldn’t be discounted.
And when Caleb pulled his hips back, the perfection of it just continued. Tamara reached down and caught hold of his wrists so she could contribute. Clenching as he thrust forward, arching her back and sighing with contentment as he worked himself in and out of her.
Over and over again.
