Page 44 of A Rancher's Bride
He leaned on one elbow. Still kissing her, still teasing his tongue against hers, while his other hand dropped to her waist. A sharp tug separated her tank top from her pyjama bottoms, then he slid his hand under the elastic, his fingers drifting over her belly and upward.
She needed air. She needed—
“God, Kelli. You feel so good under me. The things you do to me…”
His hand had reached her breast, and without hesitation he cupped her firmly. A low rumble rose from his chest and his body shook slightly.
“Ditto,” was all she got out before he moved again. Shoving her shirt upward to expose her breast.
After moving so slowly, it was a shock to have him change pace, because a second later he had both her breasts bared, his hands cupped around them as he stared in admiration.
Just enough light stole across the covers to give her a perfect image to tuck away into her memory bank: Luke Stone—mooning over her boobs.
He shook his head slightly. “It’s sinful you’ve had these covered up and hidden away for so long.”
Kelli laughed. “Don’t think I’m about to start doing chores naked. Straw is scratchy, and dust would get everywhere.”
He flashed a smile as his gaze met hers. “Honestly? I don’t want you naked around the barn. I don’t want anyone else seeing these because,damn…”
He knelt over her, strong thighs supporting him and keeping him from crushing her as he lifted both palms to caress her sensitive skin. Her nipples tightened against him, the rough calluses on his hands perfect, just like she’d always imagined.
His teasing touch intensified as he caught the tips between his fingers and rolled gently.
“Oh God,yes. Like that.” She arched her back, pleasure driving through her.
He hummed in appreciation. “Sensitive?”
“Sometimes. Right now—” She stopped because it was impossible to speak when he had his mouth on her. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, hard and then soft, flicking the tip of his tongue against the sensitized peak.
But when he left her to slide farther down her body, kissing his way to her navel, Kelli forgot to breathe.
He chuckled, the sound out of place and yet perfect.
Kelli wiggled up on her elbows and stared.
Luke Stone, between her legs. There was a sight to behold. “What are you laughing about?”
He tugged at the waistband of her favourite pyjama pants, the red with black lines well-worn and soft from repetitive washings. “Why am I not surprised?”
“Don’t mock my Spidey-suit,” she said as seriously as she could, considering Luke Stone was between her legs and all.
“I’m not mocking them,” he said, raising a brow as he tucked a finger under the elastic edge and slowly tugged them downward. “I think they’re perfect for you. It explains a lot.”
He abandoned his task with the fabric tangled around her shins, but he’d moved on to a better job, so Kelli figured it wasn’t the time to distract him. Not when he was sliding a thick finger through her curls and between her legs. Rubbing his fingertip over her clit, then deeper. Back up, and deeper again.
Luke took a controlled breath as he continued to stroke her, high pleasure tingling and rising with his every motion. When he spoke, his voice had gone lower and harsher, as if he’d swallowed a load of gravel. “If I’m going to go to hell, I may as well get you to heaven first.”
He put his mouth over her, catching hold of her clit. At the same time, he rotated his hand and slid two fingers ruthlessly into her sex.
“Yes,” Kelli moaned. He picked up the pace, both his mouth and his fingers driving her higher. She wasn’t that far from the cliff to begin with, but with each determined thrust he teased all the places inside that needed filling. Using tongue and fingers to torment her, the two combined together as if he’d put a balloon to the top of a helium-tank nozzle and opened the valve all the way.
Between one breath and the next, she swept from anticipation into climax, slamming her heels to the mattress and jamming her hips against him.
Only now she realized her fingers were tangled in his hair as she tugged him from her too sensitive clit. “Oh my God, that was perfect.”
He tilted his head back to look up at her, wiping the back of his hand across his wet mouth to reveal a wide smile. “Glad you think so. I had fun.”
She caught his shoulders and tried to pull him up higher, back over her body.
