Page 48 of A Rancher's Vow
Anything except being caught by the front of his shirt and tugged firmly toward Charity.
“You still awake over there, Stone?” she asked, her smile pure mischief.
“Every damn part of me.”
That was all he got out before she kissed him.
Lips to his, firm and demanding. Hands on his shirt, opening his buttons, shoving his top shirt off his shoulders. It fell to the floor somewhere behind him even as she undid the button on his jeans.
Dustin reached over his shoulder, caught a piece of his T-shirt, and ripped it forward over his head. Then he was touching her, separating the shirt she wore from where she’d tucked it into her jeans. Sliding his hands under the material to savour the heat of her torso under his palms.
His zipper was open, her hand pressed over his hardening cock. “You’re excited again.”
“We’ve been over this. Touch me and you’re guaranteed a reaction. Hell, smile at me the right way, and I’ll get hard.”
“Easy man to please.”
“I’m a man. Easy is in my DNA.”
Charity laughed, tugging him farther into the trailer. “I attacked you in the doorway.”
“Anytime, anywhere,” Dustin returned as he stripped her top over her head to reveal a barely-there bra that ended in line with her nipples. “God damn, Tee. If I’d know you were wearing this, I’d have killed myself on Beach. My cock would have been so hard it would have broken off and I’d have fallen over.”
She caught his hands and pressed them to her chest. “Good thing you didn’t know until now. I like contact with my breasts. On top of clothes, under, your hands, your mouth.”
“Perfect.” Dustin cupped her, tracing a slow line along the edge of the fabric with his thumbs and smiling as a shiver rippled over her. “You want anything else, more or less, let me know. But I’m going to do what I like first just so we’re not following a list. Okay?”
“Do it,” she ordered. She gripped his cock over the cotton of his briefs and jacked him lightly. “I’m on the pill, but we use condoms.”
“Yup. In my bathroom kit right here on the table. I also have lube if we need it.” He picked her up and spun her around as she laughed. “I want you naked. Except that bra is staying on because it’s turning me on so hard I can’t see straight, and I fucking love it.”
“I can help with getting mostly naked.”
As soon as her feet hit the floor, she undid her jeans, shoved them toward the floor, and stepped out. The move gave him a clear shot of her ass in a thong, and any blood he still had in his brain went south faster than geese in a snowstorm.
Control, Stone. Fucking control right now.
He fondled her ass with one hand as he reached past her to the table and pulled out a couple of condoms, tossing them on the table so they were within reach when needed. Then he went to his knees to help strip off her panties.
“Your jeans. Now,” Charity ordered.
He ignored her, lifting her onto the small dining room table. “Dessert first.”
There were many things he enjoyed when it came to sex, but on the list of his favourites? This—the taste and sensation of her pussy under his tongue and lips was everything he’d been daydreaming about.
“Holy hell—there. That’s a…” Charity lifted her feet to the edge of the table and leaned back, supporting herself on her hands as she stared happily between her legs.
He took a quick peek up to make sure she was good, but the sounds and small movements of her thighs told him as much as the flush of passion on her face.
Dustin pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. Another to the crease where leg and torso met. Then he returned to her clit, circling his tongue until she squirmed so hard he hooked an arm around her thigh to keep her in place.
A kiss to the other thigh. Closer…closer. When his mouth covered her this time, he slipped two fingers into her core, and Charity gave a cry that set his spine tingling.
His cock pressed hard to the front of his briefs, the open gap of his jeans the only thing keeping him from losing circulation. The pressure kept building, and he was ready whenever Charity was.
“I want to come with you inside.” Charity fisted his hair and jerked hard enough to pull his mouth from her. “Quick. I’m close.”
Dustin stood, keeping his fingers lazily moving in and out of her pussy. “Take me out and cover me,” he ordered.
