Page 95 of A Rancher's Heart
She reached behind her and pushed open the door, and something in his eyes flared for a second with pain.
Oh dear. It seemed Emma might not be the only one who with hang-ups about this room.
She caught her fingers around his belt and tugged their bodies together. “There’s more room in here, and a far bigger mattress. But if it’s going to drive you crazy—”
Caleb shook his head, answering part of her question by crowding after her and forcing her into the room. He closed the door behind them.
She moved to the bedside and clicked on the light.
A soft laugh escaped him. “I don’t know why that should surprise me.”
“What? That I want to have sex with you on the biggest bed possible?”
He pointed behind her. “That you’re turning on the light so I can see you better.”
Amusement bubbled up. “Yeah, I don’t do the shy-and-retiring maiden very well.”
“Good.” He stepped forward until they were facing each other, four feet apart. They’d kicked off their shoes in the front hallway, and they both stood there in stocking feet.
He started at the bottom and took a slow, thorough examination as his gaze drifted up her body. When he reached her face, laughter rumbled up from deep in his chest. “Keeping your glasses on?”
Instinctively Tamara’s hand rose to adjust them into a better position. Today she’d worn a pair of delicate red frames that matched her holiday blouse. “I can’t see without them, remember? And I have no intention of missing any of the show.”
Caleb moved in on her, tapping his finger on her nose briefly. “I thought guys were the ones who got turned on visually.”
“Girls like looking too.”
He stroked a finger down the buttons on her shirt. “You watch sexy things, Tamara?”
“You mean like porn? All the time.” She eased herself against him. “You look shocked. Did I scandalize you?”
He undid her shirt, gaze fixed on his fingers as the buttons slipped through the buttonholes and the fabric edged apart. “A little, but I like it. Feel as if I should watch you while you’re at it. Maybe I’ll learn a thing or two about what you like.”
“Well, we could do that. Or you could ask me. Or better yet, we can just try it all and see what fits.”
She already knew some things that fit nicely, thank you very much. And as much fun as it was to have him peeling her shirt off her shoulders, what she wanted was to watch.
Tamara pressed a hand to his chest and pushed him back half a step.
She undid her pants and let them fall to the floor, stepping out of the fabric puddle so she stood in underwear and bra more than an arm’s reach away.
When he would’ve reached for her she held up a hand. “Not so fast. Your turn. Lose the shirt. And the rest of it.”
Caleb didn’t bother to unbutton anything. He pulled his shirt from his jeans and lifted it over his head, arms crossing as he stripped the fabric away. Abdomen muscles flexing as he moved, his happy trail wiggling as it disappeared enticingly under his belt line.
His strong forearms were covered with a dusting of hair, biceps bulging as he folded his arms over his sturdy chest. “Since we’re taking turns.”
“You still have your pants on,” Tamara protested.
“Only two articles of clothing left,” he pointed out. “Oh, sorry. Socks means three.”
“We can’t forget the socks.” She reached behind her and undid her bra, wiggling her shoulders to let the fabric fall to her hands so she could throw it on the nearest chair.
Caleb’s gaze locked on her chest, and she took a deep breath, arching her back to see the fire flare.
He didn’t look away as he dropped his jeans, kicking them aside so he stood in boxer briefs, his erection a thick ridge clearly visible in sharp contrast to the tight fabric.
She couldn’t resist closing the distance between them. She stroked the very tip of her fingers over his hipbones before slipping a hand under the elastic of his waistband and grasping his cock.
