Page 43 of A Rancher's Love
“It is.” Ginny nodded slowly. “I’m still wrapping my brain around this. I’m not sitting here thinkingoh, woe is me,there’s nothing I can do. I’m more sitting here thinking aboutwhatshouldI do.”
Which was far better. “That’s a very good thing to pick what you want to work at.”
“And that’s what I want,” Ginny insisted. “Work. I don’t want the good fortune the ranch received to be an excuse to get lazy or complacent.”
He squeezed her fingers until she met his gaze again. “Goddess, get real. The last thing you’ve ever been is lazy.”
“Good, so there’s no reason to start now,” she said brightly. “I think we should make a pact to work together.”
Now they were getting somewhere. “I agree.”
“If I do one thing, it would be to somehow show my family how important they are to me. Every one of them.” She stared off into space again, thinking hard.
“I think they know,” Tucker said softly. “Truly.”
She smiled. “Thanks.”
A moment later she’d closed the distance between them. The familiar position of her ass resting on his thighs as she straddled him woke every anticipatory nerve in his body.
Ginny stroked her fingers through his hair. “OperationProve Itis now in place. You will spend the next however long it takes showing your uncle, my brothers, and the ranch hands how brilliant you are.”
“Jesus, I wasn’t scared to death until you put it that way,” he complained.
She chuckled evilly. “I will spend the same however long it takes coming up with some new ideas of how to make a difference. How to make Silver Stone an even better place for my family, and my community.Gah.” She contorted her face into a terrifying visage. “Simple, really. Starting from scratch with nothing and no directions, not even IKEA ones written in Swedish, with mislabeled bags of nuts and bolts.”
Tucker decided he was more amused than alarmed. “And how do we keep track of OperationProve It?”
She considered even while she began to drive him wild, teasing her fingers up and down the placket of his shirt. Unbuttoning one, two, three buttons…
“Once a week we will check in. We will report on our biggest failure, but also celebrate our biggest success. That will let us bitch about the things that didn’t go well and still keep things in perspective, because any forward motion is good motion, right?”
“Right,” he agreed, leaning so she could push his shirt off his shoulders. He was more than willing to help her strip him naked.
“Is it a deal?” She stuck her hand into the narrow space between their bodies.
He wrapped one hand around her nape, the other pressed to her lower back so he could pull her closer. “It’s absolutely a deal.”
She sighed into his mouth, melting against him as their tongues connected. A deep, slow kiss that ignited the banked fire inside him far too quickly. He still needed to clarify their relationship, but hell if he could resist doing this first.
Satisfying a hunger that had been left unchecked for far too long.
9
Watching Ginny strip away her top shirt was a visual feast, made even better when she tugged at his T-shirt until it escaped his jeans. Together, they worked until they were both naked from the waist up and Tucker had access to those glorious breasts once again.
Goddess, indeed. A wanton earth mother with tits that made his mouth water. Tucker filled his hands as he kept their lips together for a little longer. Kissing her until she quivered, each quick inhalation rocking her chest so her breasts rubbed his palms.
He hauled her higher, taking hold of one nipple and sucking hard enough that she gasped. When he would’ve let go, she made it clear that wasn’t what she wanted, clutching his head to keep him in place.
“More,” she demanded.
“Where’s the condoms?” he spit out in the scarce second he took his lips off her skin.
She gestured to the side.
He patted his hand along the couch blindly, continuing to enjoy and lick and nip.
Somehow, they got the box open. Somehow, he got his zipper down and his cock out and covered. Ginny had lost her pants and underwear in that time and, gloriously naked, crawled back on top of him to rock her heat-slick pussy over his length.
