Page 27 of A Rancher's Love
Her old friend was here. Her sometime lover, yes, but a friend first and foremost. That was the part she didn’t want to miss out on.
A friend she planned to make feel very good tonight.
“Take off your clothes.” She whispered it this time instead of demanding.
Tucker sat back, reached over his head, and stripped off his shirt.
So much warm skin to caress. So much muscle to shape under her fingers as she scrambled up and reached for him again. “You’ve gotten pretty pumped, dude. It looks good on you.”
“Started training with the local bronco crew. I bulk up too much to be any good on the circuit, though.”
Ginny skimmed her fingertips over his right pec and shoulder, cupping a wide-open hand down his biceps and triceps. “You went out on rodeo?”
He scratched his fingernails over her skin lightly, the corners of his mouth turned up again. “You really want to talk about this now?”
“Just making conversation,” she teased.
“Need to give your mouth something else to do,” he countered.
She went for the button on his jeans. “I’m game.”
He pushed her hands away but took care of the details himself. Inch after inch of smooth skin exposed as the jeans fell away.
Inch after inch of his erection revealed as well. Hard and jutting toward his belly as he tossed his clothes aside.
But when Ginny reached forward, intent on claiming her prize, she was once again crowded back against the mattress. Tucker loomed over her, all stern and sexy. “Stay put.”
Slowly, so slowly, he lowered. Heated skin met heated kisses, and all her worries truly fell away.
This was what she’d missed the most. Not the sex, but the intimacy of it all. His tongue teasing hers before stealing away to torment the spot under her ear, the top of her collarbone, the swoop of her breast up to her nipple.
The entire time Tucker kissed and nipped, he rubbed against her, his hard body hot and possessive and perfect.
He slid a hand ahead of his lips, cupping her sex firmly. More heat, rubbing his palm slowly against the sensitive spot at the apex. As he suckled one nipple into his mouth, a finger pressed through her curls and into her wet core.
Tucker’s forehead met her torso and he breathed shakily. “You are so fucking wet.”
“You get me excited,” Ginny admitted. “You’re pretty much a wet dream machine.”
That got the snort of amusement that she’d hoped for.
It also got more than she bargained for, because in a heartbeat, slow vanished.
Tucker dropped between her legs, put his mouth over her sex and went to town. He pressed long hard strokes with his tongue over her labia and between. Then sharp, quick flickers at the peak, and her clit all but buzzed a warning of the rapidly approaching storm.
He slid his finger back inside, still teasing, and the tingles expanded even farther.
Tucker added another finger, stroking slowly, then faster, rubbing in exactly the right spot until her hips were all but vibrating.
“That’s it, beautiful. Come all over my fingers. Show me how you’re going to squeeze my cock the next time we fool around. Because I’m going to take you hard. Bend you over and push into you until I’m buried deep and then I’ll fuck you until you’re boneless.”
His fingers—so deep inside. So full. Teasing and stroking and—
Ginny broke. Her orgasm rushed, swirling for a second before becoming a million stars escaping in a cosmic explosion.
Tucker swore, adjusting position to kneel up on the bed beside her. He had his cock in his hand, pumping furiously as he stared down. Gaze jumping from her breasts to her mouth, to between her legs where she lazily stroked herself to keep the rumble of pleasure going.
“Fuck.” The thick head of his cock peeked out from his hand over and over. His abs tightened even more as Tucker’s head fell back, semen flying over her hips and stomach in pale white lines as he pumped his release free.
