Page 74 of The Texas Ranger: Saddled Up
She smiled. “I like having that much power.”
“I bet you do.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Hang on a second.” He reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet, and a small foil packet. He placed it on the coffee table.
She appreciated his preparation.
He helped her out of her shirt and his gaze lingered on her red lacey bra. Although it probably wouldn’t stay on long, she was grateful she had enough forethought to wear her best matching bra and panties, and to have shaved…everything. She doubted a little stubble would disgust him, but she wanted her skin to be smooth when he ran his hands down her legs.
His kiss erased her thoughts. His lips were scorching against her mouth and skin, stealing any worries.
He tasted like an intoxicating combination of honey and apples. She opened her mouth wider, allowing his tongue to sweep in and stroke her. The cowboy could kiss. The best she’d ever had. She never knew she could almost be satisfied with just kissing—almost.
His hands sunk into her hair, tightening his fingers around the strands, gently pulling the mass. He used it as leverage to tilt her face so he could deepen the kiss. She slid her fingers along his warm torso to the waist of his jeans, skimming her fingers along the worn leather of his belt, searching blindly for the snap and buttons. She tugged and pulled clumsily. She’d never been more determined and excited to get a man out of his pants. He helped and soon his zipper was down.
He unhooked her bra, quickly ridding her of the rest of her clothing. Yeah, she knew they wouldn’t stay on long but at least they looked good against the dark planked floor.
“Let’s take this to your bedroom,” he said in a hitched voice.
“Upstairs.” She started to move but he was quicker.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her up the stairs without breaking a sweat or breathing any different.
“Which door?” he said in a low rumble.
“Here.” She pointed to the closed door to the right. He bent her just enough so that she could turn the knob and pushthe door open. The moonlight flowed in through the open slats of the blind, giving them just the right amount of lighting. Not too much so things would be awkward, but just enough so that she could watch him slide his jeans and boxers down his long, muscular legs.
With his back to the only source of lighting, she couldn’t see his expression, but she could feel the powerful energy in his movements as he lowered himself to the bed, situating his hips between her legs. His thick erection made her gasp in surprise.
She could feel his stare when he asked, “Are you okay?”
“It’s been…awhile” she said on an exhale of breath. “I just wanted you to know. In case…well, it’s not how you imagined. I don’t know if it’s like riding a bike like people say. Bentley and I—”
He stopped her words with a quick kiss. “Let’s not bring him into this, okay?”
“Sorry. Nerves.” She lowered her gaze.
He pressed his knuckles against her chin, lifting her head so she’d look at him. “No reason to apologize. He’s the past and I’m the present. Don’t worry. I could never be disappointed.”
“I guess I have a tendency to overshare—”
He ended her words again with another kiss. “I love when you talk. Are you nervous?” He moved his lips to her neck, kissing the gentle slope.
Her eyes fell shut and she arched against him. Her neck being kissed was her kryptonite.
He was in no hurry although she felt like she might combust. He just continued to lick and kiss, every inch of her until she became a gelatinous glop. His fingers glided across her seam, and she gave a jerk in both excitement and surprise that she could be so sensitive. The desire filled her with a need she’d never known, not until Bear. Not ever with Bentley.
Lifting her head, she gave him a slow, meaningful kiss while he slipped two fingers inside her. She lifted her hips, crying into the shadows, her moans a fervent plea for him to offer her more pleasure.
He reached for the condom packet, opened it and rolled it onto himself. He was ready, but he still didn’t enter her. Instead, he rotated the tip of his thumb over her swollen clit. Her groan was swallowed by the booming of thunder that rattled the windows.
Bear continued to work his fingers over her, taking her to the edge of the cliff, and then he pressed himself against her. “Ready?” he asked.
“More than ready.”
He slipped inside of her. Having him fill her sent a sensation spiraling through her so intensely, so wild, she had to bury her teeth against his shoulder to keep from scaring the neighbors from her screams.
Throwing her head back into the pillow, she lifted her hips, meeting his every thrust. Their bodies met and converged. Her toes curled and she cried out in an eager moan.
Bear lifted himself out of her, to the very tip of his swollen head, then slowly eased himself deeper, cuffed by her slick passage. He did this several times, pulling out to the tip then sliding deep, sending her into a pleasure filled abyss. When he filled her again, he nearly lifted her off the bed. His moan vibrated her insides.
