Page 26 of A Rancher's Love
“Only one?”
He tucked his fingers under her chin and lifted until they were face to face. Lips inches from touching. “Got any condoms?”
Ginny swore in at least five languages, which caused Tucker to laugh, far too much amusement in his tone.
“I take it that’s a no.” A second later, she was under him, flat on the bed. Bulging biceps braced on either side of her, Tucker rested his hips between her thighs and settled enough to set her heart pounding. “I guess that means I need to get creative.”
Yes, please, with sugar on top.
Only Ginny had ideas as well. “Take off your clothes,” she ordered, tugging ineffectively at his T-shirt.
Tucker gave her a little more of his weight, effectively pinning her in place. “I’m in charge,” he informed her.
“Ha,” she barked. “Right up until I wrap my lips around your cock. Then we’ll see who’s in charge.”
Glory, hallelujah, an actual smile slammed onto his handsome face. “Even with your lips around my cock, it’ll still be me.”
He all but growled the words, and goose bumps rose. Tucker Stewart large and in charge was a magnificent thing.
Only, if she’d bet that he’d turn things down-right dirty in a hurry, she’d have lost.
What she got instead was her face cupped gently between his palms, his gaze sliding over her features. Lingering on the corners of her eyes before dropping to her mouth.
Did she look as if she’d been crying? With emotions running on high, she must be a—
Tucker kissed her, and all the tangled, battered thoughts fled, leaving behind nothing but sweet, rising passion. A slow, intimate entanglement, his mouth nuzzled hers followed by tiny nips with his teeth before the pressure increased and he stole his way between her lips. Controlling her instant response, easing her with him at what was a far more restrained pace than she would have set.
The finish line was in a different place this time. So be it—
Ginny let go.
Maybe not for good, but for now, she pushed aside her worries and fears. Shoved back the sadness she’d carried from being gone for so long and feeling on the edge of her tightknit family. An outsider looking in, welcome but not really a cherished member.
Strong fingers grasped her chin, opening space between them. Tucker’s all too astute gaze back on her. “You with me, goddess?”
Instant happiness leapt in. He was the only one who used that nickname. “I am. Just dumping some baggage.”
Seriousness flickered in his eyes. “I can help you dump it faster.”
He stripped her top over her head and pulled off her pyjama pants, leaving her naked.
Cool air traced over her skin, but his gaze—nothing but scalding heat. He pressed his palms to her waist again, but this time, the smooth caress continued all the way up until his hands were on her breasts.
A happy sigh escaped him. “I missed you. And you.”
He flicked a thumb over one nipple and then the other as he spoke, and Ginny outright snickered. “For a second there I thought you were talking to me. Did you name them yet?
“Mine, and Also Mine.”
She was still laughing when pleasure rippled through her and twisted the sound into a moan. Tucker lifted her breasts, pressing them together. He placed his mouth unerringly over one tight nipple and danced his tongue over and around, alternating sides until tingles spread over her torso like a starry net.
He closed his lips and sucked, and a sharp line of need rushed directly between her legs.
“I missed you, too.” The soft confession came out unbidden. She didn’t want him to stop, though, so Ginny stroked her fingers through his hair and encouraged him to keep nibbling on her breasts.
Only he pulled away, his serious expression back in place. “I missed you as well. For real.”
He had their lips together again before she could worry that she’d killed their momentum. Instead, the heat between them continued to grow, but so did another pocket of contentment and wonder.
