Page 25 of A Rancher's Love
“I won’t say a word,” Tucker promised without being prompted. “But I’m glad you told me. That’s an awful lot of emotional crap dumped on your plate all at once.”
While he understood far too intimately the need to protect Ginny, he still retained that image of her from that long-ago day. So stubbornly proud to be able to give to others. So insistent that shewouldbe strong.
Discovering she’d been left out of family details would have been like sticking a fillet knife in her. Heck, he’d been pissed when his uncle hadn’t said anything until Tucker had browbeat him into spilling the beans about what bothered him so much.
Oh.
Oh.
The teasing comments from Luke about Ginny not having been there must have cut deep. That was the frustration he’d seen on her face earlier.
Now she turned those big emotion-filled eyes on him again, but it wasn’t frustration, and it wasn’t sadness. The depths sparkled with the mischievous sexual creature who had him tangled up so tight he didn’t have a chance to resist.
“What’s that look for?” he asked cautiously.
She wiggled until she straddled his thighs. Her perfect ass rested on him, the heat of her sex very close to where his cock rose behind his jeans. “We need to talk.”
Crap. His hands were on her hips, and his far too eager fingers had found their way under her pyjama top. Bare skin blazed hot against his palms as he slid them to her waist.
Involuntary, really. He wasn’t doing this on purpose.
“I forgot to tell anyone about the mixed-up sleeping arrangements,” he confessed. “Slipped my mind.”
Ginny slid her hands off his shoulders and down to his chest, fingertips swirling tiny circles over his pecs as she all but petted him. “One of us should have written it on a to-do note, because it slipped my mind, too. In fact, Tamara informed me this trailer is all mine for the next two weeks. A no-kids-allowed zone.”
Wasn’t that a tidy bit of temptation?
Tucker wanted to shake his head to get things to line up properly, but he was rapidly losing the desire to be smart. What he wanted was to focus on here and now. In losing himself in pleasure and making Ginny happy as well—at least two or three times.
Only, was that the right decision? Because while he was fully on board with taking this wherever it needed to go tonight, he had a bigger picture to plan.
He was moving to the ranch. He was finally able to work at the one place where he wanted to remain full time. All of which created the perfect opportunity to make a play for Ginny, long-term and forever.
He was pretty sure that wasn’t the kind of thing that should be started with another episode of their ongoing fling.
Ginny stroked her fingers through his hair, easing in closer and meeting his gaze straight on. “Two weeks. Let’s give in and enjoy the hell out of each other for the next two weeks. Be honest, you know you want to.”
Crap. This wasn’t just temptation, this was temptation on a silver platter.
Ashton had said not to tell anyone about the potential change in job situation until Caleb had been informed. And Tuckerwashere for the next two weeks, no matter what he arranged with his job back in Winnipeg.
A soft chuckle escaped Ginny’s perfect lips. “You’re thinking too hard.”
“The devil’s in the details,” he warned her even as he slid his hands around her torso to massage the tight muscles in her lower back. Screw it. She liked the truth? He’d give it to her. “I like sex with you. I like fooling around with you, and I am fully on board with sleeping with you.”
After the eveningwith all its tension and pent-up emotions, Ginny savoured the bubble of amusement that struck. “I really adore how your list started at sex then progressed down to sleeping together.”
His lips twitched as if fighting against a smile. “I’m honest. When I picture you in my bed, neither of us is getting any shut-eye.”
“You’ve pictured me in your bed?” Dear God, where had that sex kitten voice come from?
He stared at her lips. “Don’t ask questions you know the answer to, darlin’.”
Shocking how good that made her feel. “Are you on board with the sexing idea?”
Heat radiated off him as he slid his big, talented hands back to her hips and then, oh hellyes, dragged her closer until the thin layer of her pyjamas rode over his jean-clad crotch. “Yes, except we have one slight problem.”
Which Ginny guessed was the fact he wasn’t kissing her yet. Or that neither of them had stripped off their clothing, or that the bed wasn’t shaking as he enthusiastically pumped into her.
