Page 72 of A Rancher's Bride
Instantly soaked as he stepped farther under the spray, Luke adjusted her in his arms. Kelli wrapped her legs around him and clung like she was never going to let go.
Then they were moving together, her hands jerking his shirt open, buttons flying out to bounce across the tiles. Luke loosened off the rope enough to let it slip past her hips and out of the way when he lowered her to her feet for long enough to strip off the rest of his clothes.
Kelli helped drag his jeans down, jerking a condom from his back pocket. Ripping it open and covering his aching cock, her hands were firm and yet delicate. His pants were caught around his ankles, locked in place by his boots. He shuffled four feet forward to the tiled seat in the corner and sat, dragging her after him.
She crawled on the ledge, straddling his thighs. When she would have gone immediately to move over him, Luke took charge. He lifted her to her feet until she stood directly over him, then pressed his mouth to her sex so he could drive her wild.
The way she made him feel—dirty and needy and very much alive.
“Luke.” His name was a moan of pleasure and a request for more, so he answered. He increased the tempo of his tongue, slipping a hand up her thigh until he could tease her pussy while he tormented her clit.
His other hand he used to anchor her against him. Fingers pressed hard to her ass. The softness of her skin, the flexing of her muscles, the taste of her against his tongue—
She quivered, and he all but roared as he dropped her down, lifted his cock and lined them up.
Kelli caught his shoulders under her hands and slid into position as if settling on a favourite horse. She adjusted her hips slightly, and his cock sank deep. She sighed contentedly as if ready to go for a long, hard ride.
He could oblige. He could so fucking oblige.
They moved together. Luke thrusting upward, pulling her hips in a rapid rhythm; Kelli leaning in to make sure her breasts rubbed the bare skin of his chest at every opportunity.
He took her mouth again, teasing his tongue past her teeth and fucking her hard as she tangled her fingers in his hair and squeezed her hands into fists. She was squeezing him inside her as well, and the tingle in his balls raced up his spine and headed for detonation.
They came at the same moment. Kelli ground her hips onto him, letting out a series of noises that made him grin even as they tipped him over the edge. Shooting into the condom, aching goodness raced through his shaft and set his entire system rocking.
Aftershocks bumped him, her body quivering over and over until a chuckle escaped him. She whimpered a little, the sound turning into laughter as she kissed him again, stroked a hand down his face, and pulled back to stare into his eyes.
He took a deep breath. “We’re not over,” he informed her.
“So I take it.”
“And you’re not allowed to march off and not tell me what’s wrong.” May as well try to get all the rules in place he possibly could at one time.
“You’re not allowed to make assumptions,” Kelli retorted.
Luke fought to get his boots off without letting her out of his arms, kicking them away and ridding himself of his jeans so he could slide back on the bench and cradle her more comfortably. “Look who’s talking.”
She made a wry face. “Okay, we both screwed up.”
“But we made it right,” he pointed out. “Are we okay, again?”
Kelli nodded, stroking a hand up his chest and past his head. Her naked breasts bounced in front of his face in a terribly distracting manner.
“Your family must think—” Her eyes widened then met his again in panic. “Luke, you got out here awfully fast. What did you tell your family?”
“That we’re awe,” he admitted, ready to duck if she swung at him. “Not much more—I had a woman to track down before I went into details.”
For one horrible moment he thought she would protest, but instead she shrugged slowly, shoulders lifting the slightest bit as she raised her hands to the wall again.
Her breasts danced in averydistracting manner.
“Do you think—?”
“My family loves you,” Luke pointed out before allowing her to voice her worries. “If anyone is in trouble, it’s me.”
“Well, I’m okay with that,” she admitted. “Because you still need to be punished. If for nothing else than for interrupting me just now.”
Then before he could demand she agree to move into his house, or anything else that he wanted to make one hundred percent sure of, she twisted an arm and leaned back…
