Page 48 of A Rancher's Bride
She bent over to adjust her boobs into the bra cups like Tansy had taught her, and a loud groan rang from behind her.
Kelli snapped upright, glancing over her shoulder to discover Luke staring at her butt, one hand pressed firmly to the front of his swim trunks.
“Your ass is a thing of beauty,” he growled. The words came out low and gravelly. She turned to face him, and his gaze shot up to her breasts. He swore again softly as he slid his hand up and down the length of his erection. “Bury me now, because I’m about to fucking die.”
It was hard to speak. Her mouth had gone dry just watching him. What were the chances Jack and Diane would actually be ready on time?
Or maybe the real question was, why did people think punctuality was such an important concept, anyway?
She crawled on the bed, moving toward him like a cat. “Do you want to set a timer?”
“Kelli,” Luke warned, but he didn’t move away.
Didn’t take his eyes off her, although he didn’t seem able to decide whether he wanted to look at her top or bottom.
“We’re doing this. You want my mouth or hand?” she asked, the words coming out breathless and low.
Luke swore again before he lifted his hand far enough to jam it under the waist band of his shorts. He adjusted his grip, fingers now obviously wrapped around his cock. Jacking himself up and down rapidly.
Kelli crawled closer. “Luke?”
“Touch me.” The words came out a guttural plea, and she levered up on her knees so she could lower the elastic waistband far enough to see him working.
He kept stroking his length, the purplish cock head peeking from his fist like an erotic jack-in-the-box. Kelli laid her fingers on his rigid abdominal muscles that formed a grid pattern, his every muscle tight as he stared at her.
She etched the edges of his six-pack, down to his hip then along the line between leg and groin. The rapid pumping continued, and he groaned again as she touched the delicate skin under his cock, stroking his tight sac.
And then he was coming, stroking forward, eyes closed as his upper body arched. He brought his other hand up to cover the head of his cock, catching the come spurting free.
Kelli was like a kid in a candy store—she didn’t know where to look.
No, she did. Because as fascinating as it was to see the beauty of his body, it was the expression on his face that made her smile. Pain turned to pleasure. Satisfaction…and yet unmet craving.
His dark eyes met hers and she shivered in anticipation.
This was just the beginning.
* * *
They’d beenin the swimming pool for over thirty minutes, and Kelli hadn’t stopped grinning.
Luke stretched his arms along the edge of the hot tub where he and Jack had retreated, but his gaze stayed fixed on the dark-haired pixie who seemed determined to blow his mind at every turn.
Who knew she’d been hiding a bombshell under those layers of denim?
He supposed he had to congratulate himself for having kept his brain far away from anything dirty when it came to her over the past years. But the change meant that he was now really enjoying exploring this new mental territory. Kelli climbed out of the pool to escape a laughing group of preteens, and he let his eyes drift over her with pleasure.
Trim, and yet curvy enough that when he’d had her under him in bed it’d been far too difficult to stop. Far too pleasurable to continue.
Maybe hewasas smart as he’d always imagined, because it was twenty-four hours ago when she dropped her bomb on him, and now that he’d gotten over being shocked, he was more than ready to fulfill her request.
That sense that something was very right continued to rise.
“I was going to ask for a few more details regarding you and Kelli, but I can cross half the items off my list.” Jack’s voice held a volume of amusement.
Luke dragged his gaze off Kelli’s breasts reluctantly. They were like a late Christmas present, all wrapped up in a cherry-red bow.
Jack grinned harder, and Luke prepared to be taunted.
