Page 19 of The Rancher

"Keep going."

I love the way his eyes roam all over my body, always checking to make sure I'm okay, then looking back to the careful strokes he's taking. He's physically so careful, while verbally vulgar. It’s a strange balance of gentleman and animal that I've never heard before. It drives me wild.

"This is the sweetest, most perfect pussy in the world," he groans before licking his thumb and dragging it against my clit. "And now it's all mine.”

I don't know whether it's the motion of his thumb, or the possessive way he keeps calling me his, but my body begins to tremble until I’m practically vibrating in anticipation.

"More." My voice is hoarse with lust. "All of it. Please."

He takes a few more tentative strokes, easing about half his length inside. Then he continues swirling around my button while leaning back down to kiss me.

Stone has already kissed me a dozen different ways, but this time the man turns into a savage. His tongue swipes against mine as he sucks and pulls at my mouth, his length stroking inside me carefully deeper and deeper. There’s a shift within me, then I yelp as he sinks so deep he reaches the very end of my channel.

"So fucking sexy," he grunts. "You okay, baby?"

"Yeah." Honestly, I can barely catch my breath, but still all I want is more. "Don't stop."

The faster and deeper he moves inside me, the more my hips jerk up, meeting him thrust for thrust. Even though he's drilling me down into the bed, I feel like I'm floating. Flying. Soaring outside my body.

His fingers curl around me, his thumb pressing down on my hipbone to hold me in place. Once again, I feel like he's both showering me with pleasure and using me for his own gratification. I love feeling this wave of attachment between us, as if maybe we're each exactly what the other needs. I swear I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, the pressure growing tighter with every stroke.

"So tight," he grits out. "So wet for me. My beautiful, sweet girl. Come all around me, baby."

"Yeah," I sputter. I don’t have enough air to explain I’m no longer in control of my body. The orgasm gathers deep in my bones, like lava collecting deep within a volcano before it erupts.

My hands slide down to grab his ass, pulling him even deeper. We move together as if this were a choreographed dance, both of us knowing the steps without having to think. His thumb swirls faster against my clit as he begins to drive faster and faster, his cock swelling inside me, and I realize he's about to come.

I already am, sparkling heat flowing through my entire body as I scream, eyes wide with confusion and bliss as I shake under his huge muscular body.

"My baby," he growls. "So fucking sexy. I can feel your pussy sucking the come right out of my balls. Fuck baby, that's it… Fucking come for me, beautiful. I can feel you. Feel every single part of you."

We're panting too hard to kiss, his forehead against mine as his entire body seizes up. Then I feel a glorious rush of hot liquid pouring into me in fast, sharp bursts. I don't know whether that prolongs my climax, or if it sparks a new one, the first rolling into the second, but my thighs tighten around him, back bowing on the bed as we shake together.

"Mine," he roars, clutching me against him. "My pretty girl."

Even though I know it's probably just something he says during sex, it means a lot to me that he considers me his – even just to say it, and even if it's only for a week or two.

From the first moment I stepped into his world, I’ve felt Stone genuinely wants me here.

And I want to be here, too.

11

STONE

Ididn’t say a word today to Remy about her disappearing into her room to work for a few hours this afternoon. The stables needed some attention anyway, and many of the horses needed to be exercised.

It was a taste of what life would be like if she moved in, and that taste was delicious.

I return just before four o’clock and call out toward her door, “I’m going to shower, then let’s have a date, okay, baby?”

“Sounds great. Give me twenty minutes to get ready.”

By the time I’m loading two travel mugs with fresh coffee, I feel a surge of excitement. I never dress up. I mean, it’s just black suit pants and a charcoal button-down shirt, but that’s pretty formal for me. I even put on dress shoes instead of my work boots.

I can't think of the last time I went on an actual date. I've never been excited to be seen with a woman. More importantly, a woman that I feel compelled to care for, nurture, and…well, entertain for the evening. If Remy has barely dipped a toe in the world of dating, I want to knock her socks off.

There's a noise on the stairs, and when I look up, the mugs nearly slip from my grasp. Tightening my fingers, I feel my chest tighten as well.