Page 44 of A Rancher's Love
Sex between them was always good. No, it was alwaysspectacular, but today, even more, Tucker savoured the moment when they connected. His tip slipped between her folds, and then her strong thighs flexed as she slowly dropped onto his length.
So hot, so fucking right. Tucker groaned in amazement.
Ginny leaned their foreheads together, grinning at him. Then her eyes widened. She jerked upright, which pushed him even deeper, and both of them reacted with a soft moan.
But her expression—somewhere between panic andoh my God this was not going to end wellmischief.
“Oh. You’restaying. At Silver Stone.”
Tucker held on tight, because no way was he letting her get away from him, not now. But at the same time, amusement bubbled up until laughter burst free.
“Hold that thought,” he commanded, even though the words echoed with his delight. Then he picked her up, shuffling until he’d kicked his jeans off his feet. He brought her into the bedroom and settled on the mattress, stretching out with her over him.
This was not the time for conversation.
Using her hips as an anchor, he rocked up into her. Relishing the slide, the mind-blowing pressure. The way that they fit together.
Ginny moved with him, helping where she could, but when she cupped her breasts, a shudder shook him from top to bottom. “Give them to me,” he ordered.
It was more a growl than clear words, but somehow, she understood. She leaned over and pressed one nipple to his mouth, and he sucked it in, multitasking in one of the best possible ways. He was about to lose his mind, lose himself, definitely lose control, which considering that it had only been a couple of minutes, was pretty damn pathetic.
He slid his fingers between her legs to where they joined, catching moisture and drawing it up to her clit. Stroking in solid circles until she moaned, “Yes.”
Bingo. Slowing everything down half a notch, Tucker teased until she was ready to break. The heat rising between them was everything he wanted and needed. He urged her forward again to press a kiss to her breast. A kiss to her heart.
“Going to work you until you come,” he promised, switching up his hand motion the slightest bit. A little quicker now with a hint of a pinch between forefinger and thumb on every stroke.
“Oh my God. That,that,” Ginny moaned, fingernails biting into his shoulders as she rocked her hips hard against him. Riding him, rising over him like the goddess she was.
He couldn’t last. Her sex wrapped tight, and her nails scratched his skin. Her lips dropped to meet his as she all but ground on him as if trying to weld them together.
He swallowed her trembling cry, followed her over the edge, and came hard.
Holding her body against his as pleasure rolled on for a while longer—thank God he was lying down, because otherwise he might have fallen over and passed out, it had been so good.
Ginny slowed her restless motions, stroking a hand over his chest in a soothing caress. “Wow.”
And his amusement was back. “I’ve rendered Ginny Stone speechless. I feel quite proud.”
She bounced the edge of her fist off his chest but then cupped his face with her hand. “Thank you for taking care of me,” she whispered sweetly before offering him a gentle kiss.
Always. Forever.
But those weren’t the appropriate words to say right now, and he knew it.
Still, he enjoyed the kiss and offered one more of his own before breaking them apart and rolling her to one side. “Let me clean up, and then we can talk.”
“Deal.”
He grabbed his clothes and took them with him. By the time he was back from the bathroom, Ginny had gotten dressed and was poking around in the refrigerator.
“You hungry?” she asked.
“Always,” he said truthfully. “Luke said he left food for us. For me.”
Ginny snorted. “Tamara also loaded the fridge. She must’ve shown up first, or she would have wondered why there were supplies here already.”
“Which kind of leads well into answering that question you had.”
