Page 96 of A Rancher's Heart
Caleb’s eyelids fluttered shut. “I thought we were looking first and touching second?”
He braced his legs wide as she pumped, enjoying the weight in her hand too much to stop. “Oops?”
She got in a couple more strokes before he wrapped a hand around her wrist and extracted himself from her grasp. He picked her up and placed her on the bed, stepping back as she wiggled upright.
A moment later he’d lost the briefs as well, and she curled her arms around her legs and looked with admiration on her living Adonis statue. Trim hips, with deep V-cut muscles rising up from his groin. His oblique muscles were visible, the solid ridges of his pectorals slightly out of balance as if at some point he’d broken ribs. Every shadow, every dip highlighted the work of art the land had turned his body into. Hard physical labour and sheer determination had left him without an inch of extra fat.
A heavy shadow coloured his chin and cheeks, his eyes watching with an intensity that lit her internal pilot light.
Finally, she dropped her gaze. Fully erect, and beautifully proportioned. She could write a medical paper on the perfection of his equipment, but since the days of medical paperwork were behind her, she would just appreciate it for the wonderful gift it was. At least the way he used it.
“You done looking yet?”
He didn’t give her time to answer. Crawling forward on the bed, rearing up on his knees, he stared down intently.
Tamara reached for her panties, intending to wiggle out of them when he shook his head. “My job.”
The evening was far from over. She lay back against the pillows and waited.
Caleb had no intention of moving quickly. It had taken far too long to get to this point, and in spite of having to deal with the complication of Dustin discovering he and Tamara were having a—
He didn’t know what to call this other than mind-blowingly fantastic.
Here she lay, naked except for a scrap of fabric over her sex, and those ridiculous fuzzy socks she loved, and he wasn’t going to worry about the semantics of what to call the event. He was going to make sure they both had a damn good time.
Even after the truck sex and that dirty-as-hell blow job, they’d barely begun. This was the first time he’d gotten to see the soft swells of her breasts, nipples tightening as he watched.
Caleb adjusted position to lie beside her, and for a moment he was frozen with indecision. Where should he start?
She laid a hand on his cheek and that seemed as good a beginning as any as he brought their lips together for another kiss. They’d had violent, startling kisses, and sweet slow kisses, but this was the first time they’d kissed with their bodies hip to hip, pressed tight, nearly naked. Her soft breasts with those tight nips teased his chest as he leaned against her. Tongues dipping and retreating as they tasted each other over and over.
Tamara slid her fingers into his hair as they continued, heat rising at a modest pace.
Caleb slipped a hand over her hips and up until his hand covered the swell of her breast. He rotated his palm in a slow, teasing circle, letting her nipple drag against him. One side, then the other, and when he could finally bear to take his lips from hers, he cupped his hand and plumped up her breast so when he shifted position he could suck her nipple into his mouth and tease the tip with his tongue.
Tamara’s fingernails scratched his scalp, harder now as he sucked more intensely. She shivered as he gently put his teeth to her.
He had no idea how long had passed as he moved from side to side, taking his fill of her breasts before skimming a hand over her ribs, following with his tongue. Moving down her body an inch at a time, licking and sucking and biting.
He stopped at her belly button, flicking his tongue into the dip before sliding over to a hipbone. Now, finally, he tucked his fingers into the edges of her panties and lowered them enough so he could tease the sensitive spot where her leg joined her torso.
Tamara attempted to bend one knee, but he pushed it aside, widening her legs to a V as he settled between them. Her panties still covered her sex and he caught the front between thumb and forefinger, using his other hand to reach below and wrap a finger around the gusset. Squeezing the material into a thin strip of fabric that he dragged back and forth over her sex.
A low, breathless moan escaped her as the material rubbed her clit, slipping between the lips of her sex.
She was wet, so very wet, and he couldn’t resist pushing the fabric aside and sliding a finger into her depths.
“Caleb.”
“Still looking,” he told her.
Her low pants of excitement were wracked with a complaining tone as he added a second finger and continued to work them slowly in and out.
“Caleb…”
He tore off her panties, tossing them to the floor. He lifted her knees and pressed her legs to either side until she was wide open, her pussy glistening with moisture.
“Hold them there,” he ordered.
