Page 11 of A Rancher's Vow
Their lips made contact with just the right amount of pressure to make her skin prickle in a million places. She opened her mouth and his tongue teased in, stroking over hers then retreating as a flash of heat rolled through her and made her moan.
Tongues still tangling, he adjusted his weight until she lay under him. His hard body pressed her to the couch cushions. One thick thigh settled between hers, and she gasped as he nudged upward against her sex. He pressed a hand to her belly and then higher, groaning as he cupped her breast over her shirt and bra.
It was everything she’d dreamed of. It was exactly where she shouldn’t be, only it was too late to turn back the clock. Too late for regrets.
Kissing had happened. She may as well enjoy herself and face the consequences later.
She dragged her fingers through his hair, tilting her head as he kissed a path down her jaw to her neck. “That feels so good.”
He rocked his hips, the thick length of his erection pressing to her hip. “It feels too good.” The words soft, deep. “Damn it, Tee. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Nope, we shouldn’t.” She caught his face in her hands and turned him back so she could kiss him again. The pressure on her clit was not nearly enough to make her come, but it still felt amazing. And the kissing—more than she’d ever imagined.
And she’d imagined it a lot.
His body weight on hers was perfect. His lips on hers. His hand, opening her button on her skirt and slipping into her underwear—the only thing that would make right now better was to be naked and in her bed.
Dustin groaned, rolling to the side as he broke the contact between their lips. “Let me…”
He stroked a finger over her folds. Charity closed her eyes and let pleasure become her focus.
His mouth returned to hers, soft kisses now. Teeth nibbled on her lower lip. The heated air of his breath washed over her cheek. His tongue darted out to ease against hers.
The entire time, he stroked between her legs, edging over her clit as it swelled to his touch. “So wet,” he whispered. “You like this?”
“Yes.”
“What about this?” He pushed a finger into her, the back of his hand trapped against her skirt, and she hated clothes with a passion at that moment.
“It feels good, but I need more pressure on my clit—oh, my God, yes.There.”
He laughed softly as he continued to stroke his finger into her. His thumb had found her clit again, though, and the combination was deadly. The sensation of her rising orgasm tingled through her core.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
Charity forced her lids up, half expecting the room to be filled with flames, she was so hot.
“God, you’re beautiful.” His gaze danced over her face. “Enjoy. I know I will.”
He leaned in and kissed her again. Between her legs, the demand on her clit increased as he stroked faster, hitting all the right spots. Pleasure rushed in with a vengeance.
“Dustin.” She called out his name, back arching as the orgasm took her. Body pressed to his, her core pulsed around his finger.
His lips curved against hers into a smile. “That was fun.”
“It was.” An enormous, satisfied sigh escaped her.
Regrets? They arrived a second later.
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Dustin felt the change. One moment she was all loose and happy under him, and the next, Charity tightened up as if ready to bolt.
She sighed heavily a second time, only this one had more to do with frustration than satisfaction.
Dustin pulled his hand from between her legs. “That’s not the sound a man likes to hear after he’s helped with an orgasm.”
“No, I suppose not.” Her gaze met his, worry furrowing her brow. “We shouldn’t have done that.”
