Page 28 of A Rancher's Love
Perfectly dirty. Dirty and perfect.
Tucker sank back on his heels, chest rocking with each sharp inhale as he worked to catch his breath. “Damn, woman.”
“I know, right?” Ginny stretched her arms overhead, pulling them back as her knuckles banged into the trailer wall.
He smirked. “Tight quarters.”
“That’s what he said.”
Which triggered another of his rare smiles. “I like that you’re a dirty girl,” he admitted, “only I was more focused on the fact there’s not enough room to take you in the shower and clean you up.”
“Ravish me against the wall, more likely,” she teased. “You did that the one year, remember? When we met in Banff.”
“Trust me.” Tucker leaned over and grabbed his T-shirt, sliding it over her belly in a careful clean-up caress. “Every single one of our escapades is burned into both my brain and my retinas. You are one sexy woman, Ginny. I have zero problems remembering every wicked moment we’ve shared.”
She waited until he was done, then tugged back the covers and gestured him in. “After you.”
Tucker paused to pull on his boxer briefs.
Ginny curled up on an elbow and watched with gut-happy satisfaction. “Feeling shy? Want me to pull on my pjs?”
“Hell, no,” he said quickly, joining her on the mattress. He arranged them until she was wrapped up in a Tucker burrito, naked back to his front, the long length of his cock under the fabric pressed to her backside. “Just making sure there’s at least one barrier in the way so I don’t start thinking I’m having the dream of the century and discover we’ve gone somewhere we don’t want to go without a condom involved.”
“Good idea.” Ginny relaxed into him. “Tucker?”
His answer came slower. Softer. “Yeah?”
“I’m glad you’re here. In Silver Stone, but also, that you’re in bed with me.” She’d never been one to hold back. Why start now?
“Me too. Now shut up and go to sleep before I get cranky.”
“How can you get cranky after you just—”
He covered her mouth with his hand, nuzzling her neck as he whispered gently, “Shut the fuck up, goddess.”
She snickered, then licked his palm.
Tucker was still chuckling softly as she nestled in and fell asleep.
6
An insistent buzzing tickled in Ginny’s ears. She was so cozy and warm it was hard to pull herself awake and even harder after she realized the reasonwhyshe was so comfortable was the sleek muscular form of Tucker against her side.
They had both rolled to their backs, but their legs were connected, heat cocooning in the space around their bodies.
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
When another second set of alarms went off, this time across the room and accompanied by a strange rattling noise, understanding kicked in. She had messages, and Tucker’s phone, on the other side of the room, was also going off.
She slid from under the covers and grabbed hers first, peering at a series of messages lighting up her screen from Dare.
She ignored them for a moment and headed across to where Tucker’s jeans lay abandoned on the floor. His phone buzzed again, rattling against the linoleum. She stole the phone out of his pocket and caught a glimpse of her brother Luke’s name.
Ginny glanced at the bed.
Tucker stretched lazily, pale blue eyes looking her over with rising heat. “Put the phone down, and I’ll find a better way to wake you up,” he promised.
Ginny resisted the urge to flip the device at him. Instead, she reached into his duffle bag and pulled out one of his T-shirts, slipping it over her head as she grinned. “I think you should answer your messages. Just so my brother doesn’t get it in his head to come over here for the second morning in a row with a wake-up call.”
