Cowboy Crazy(28)

Later.

He dragged his tongue up her sex and curled the tip around her bundle of nerves. If she died right now, she’d go happy. Heat licked her insides, and her sex pulsated with every swipe of his tongue.

He flicked, licked, lapped and laved her into a puddle. She was soaking wet, making primal noises and she’d never felt freer. Dark heat coiled low in her belly, and her walls began to clench.

Seeming to sense this, he speared her with one long finger, nice and slow. Right to the hilt. She came, hips lifted off the blanket, screaming to the heavens.

The release seemed to go on forever, and Hank cleaned every drop of her cream. When he lifted his head, he wore a wolfish smile. “I knew I loved this bit of isolated ground.”

“Thank goodness. I got a little loud.” A blush was in her voice.

He lightly bit her inner thigh, raising a gasp. Then he slid up her body, licking and kissing. She reached for his jeans, sliding them off his hips. He took a minute to discard boots and the mass of fabric.

She sucked in a breath. He was gorgeous, silhouetted against the dark sky, body painted in moonlight. His cock jutted from a nest of dark curls, the tip dark and shiny.

He held up a square foil packet. “You’re lucky I’ve got four brothers who just made a trip into the city. I don’t keep such things on hand.”

Could she be more endeared by this man? In her old life, she’d never crossed paths with a guy who didn’t buy stock in condoms. Here was Hank, swiping them from his brothers because he had no need for them.

Until now.

As soon as the condom was in place, she yanked him down. He claimed her with a kiss, thrusting his tongue, maddening her. She wrapped her legs around him. He planted a hand over her burn and hitched her higher, angling her to receive him.

Their gazes connected, and her heart did a start-stop. “I’ll make this good, sugar.”

“You already have.”

His teeth gleamed as he fitted himself at her opening. Holding her gaze, he sank into her. She clenched around his inches, wanting him completely. As he captured her mouth again, they began to move.

Their bodies came together in a desperate clash. Pressure mounted, and that release on Hank’s tongue seemed tame compared to what was building.

His muscled body working over hers thrilled her senses. And his fierce gaze and fiery kisses were her undoing. She realized how far she’d sunk into his man.

He lashed her to his body, moving her to meet his thrusts. Emotions stampeded through her as she felt him stiffen. Lines etched around his eye and hard mouth, and she knew he was close.

She wanted to be there too.

Focusing on that inner point his shaft passed over again and again, juices flooded. The burning need intensified.

“Oh God, sugar. You’re so hot and tight.”

His dirty talk sent her flying. She rocketed off the edge of ecstasy, pulsating around him, kissing him as if she’d never get enough. He jerked his hips, driving her up the blanket. She clung to him, swallowing the growl of release he fed her.

As she came back to herself, she was staring at the stars above Hank’s head. His soft, mussed hair tickled her nose, but she didn’t brush it away. She reveled in his closeness.

This was a pleasure she could go to time and again. When had she begun to think in such country terms? At the moment, she couldn’t bother to contemplate the changes in her. Hank smelled too good.

He shifted to the side, pulling free of her body. Her heart ached a little at the loss, but he gathered her close and spread his hands over her spine. “I love this part of the ranch even more now that I’ve shared it with you.”

She smiled against his chest. “I’ve never been here before, and I can tell you it beats the kitchen on a hot day.”

He vibrated with laughter and twisted her curl around his finger. The gentle tug on her scalp did things to her insides that had nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with contentment. She could lie here forever.

“This will be my land someday.”

“Yeah?”

“Pa’s splitting it between all five of us, but there’s a condition.”

“What condition?”

“Well, I don’t know if I should tell you about it. You lying here all soft and sweet in my arms is too good.”

It was impossible not to rouse with curiosity. She leaned on her elbow and looked at him. “I shared my secret about my burn with you.”

“That’s true.” He cupped her jaw in one big hand. “You know it doesn’t make you less beautiful. And I hope someday you’ll tell me the whole story. But I can’t promise not to hunt down the man who did it to you.”

A ripple ran through her at his intense words. She had no doubt Hank would rip Stephen into pieces if he ever found him. Hank was nothing but protective, and it made her feel unbelievably cherished.