Page 52 of A Rancher's Bride
“Yes,” she hissed.
Slow, slow and then, as his face tightened, he rocked his hips forward and buried himself deep. Filling her completely with one thrust.
Oh my God,it felt good. Kelli dug her fingers into his shoulders and panted, waiting for her body to stop buzzing, but that wasn’t happening anytime soon. Not with him touching her, teasing her.
Dragging his hands over her thighs and ass as if he couldn’t stop.
She was just about to tell him to getgoingwhen he read her mind, slipping an arm under her knee and widening her thighs to the point if she wasn’t flexible, it wouldn’t have worked.
A smartass comment rose to her tongue, but before she could get it out, he was fucking her. Pulling back slow enough that every thick inch rubbed hypersensitive nerves.
Plunging forward in a way that knocked his shaft against her clit before connecting his firm abdomen on hers. Each move crushed her breasts against him and gave her nowhere to retreat.
Pull back,thrust. Back, then forward again. Harder now, the sound of his breathing harsh in her ears as he leaned his head on the wall beside her. Fingers dug into her butt cheeks as he controlled the motion, relentlessly driving deep. Again, and again, as tension spiraled out of control.
The faint scent of chlorine clung to their skin, but it was all Luke in her nostrils. The taste of him in her mouth. The feel of him draped over her, and on her, and in her.
Connected and so very deliciously dirty as he sped up. Harsh, short motions meant to send her over the edge. He adjusted position to put her weight on one arm. When he brought his free hand up to his mouth and licked his fingers, Kelli held her breath.
He slid his hand over her belly and made contact with her clit, rubbing hard as he pounded deep.
She rocked back, arching as pleasure descended in a rush. Her sex squeezed tight around him and she moaned his name.
Luke swore, leaning into her. His thrusts grew erratic, out-of-sync, as he threw back his head and came.
The two of them jerked and jolted as if they’d pressed up against an electric fence. Twitching. Shaking. Panting.
The room spun for a long time, and until the world went solid, she just stayed there, satisfaction rolling through her system.
Wow.
Finally, Kelli loosened her grip, releasing her fingers one at a time from where she’d dug into his shoulders.
Luke twisted his head until he could press his lips to her cheek. She turned toward him, and they reconnected. Gentler touches now, and another unsteady inhale as they attempted to get their breathing under control.
He was still inside her.
Just the thought of that was huge, and as Kelli let her fingers drift over the side of his face, staring into his eyes, she felt a little fragile.
It’d been more perfect than she’d expected. With how many years she’d had to work on this fantasy, he’d had a lot to live up to.
She traced a finger over his lips, staring at them. “We might want to go clean up the living room,” she whispered. “Before Jack and Diane get back.”
“Good idea. I’ll get right on that as soon as my legs decide to work again.” He nipped at her fingertips, a soft smile curling his lips. “Was that fun?”
She hummed as if giving it thought. “I think so, but to be absolutely sure, we’d better try again.”
“Of course. Practice makes perfect.” He pulled out slowly, ignoring her noise of complaint. And as he carried her to the shower and put her down with a look of promised heat, Kelli realized she didn’t have much to complain about.
“Again?” she asked.
His sexy grin answered that question.
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It was temptingto forget the entire reason they were there and just stay in bed with Kelli. Only the fact that she would be too sore to walk if he kept this up made Luke resist from going back for a third time in rapid succession.
The shower had been a great chance to explore and play until they’d driven each other so wild he was thankful he only had to march across to the vanity to grab a condom.
