Page 44 of Riding Into Love
But I can’t. I can’t say the words. So instead, I do the only thing I can to show him how I feel. I stand and push the chair aside. My fingers find his collar, and I pull his face down to mine. Our lips meet, and everything else disappears. There’s no job. No John Miller. No Christian. No pain or fear or insecurity. There’s just Colby. Just him and me. And this undeniable spark that’s been burning between us since the day we met.
His hand slides down to my ass, and he lifts me up onto the table. Our tongues dance, and his hands explore, moving over every inch of me like he’s trying to memorize the feel of my body beneath his touch.
“Fuck, River,” he growls.
He tugs my shirt up over my head and tosses it aside. My bra follows, and his mouth descends onto my breasts, sucking and teasing the tender flesh until I’m gasping for breath.
His teeth graze the sensitive bud, and I whimper. He does it again, and I buck against him, desperate for more.
“Goddamn, Thurston,” he murmurs. “You taste so fucking good.”
“Colby, please,” I whine.
“Patience, babe. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
His hands move to the waistband of my jeans, and he makes quick work of the button and zipper. Then he pulls them down and slides them off my legs. His tongue finds my inner thigh, and he kisses and licks his way up the sensitive flesh until he reaches the apex.
I gasp and shudder as his mouth finds my center, and his tongue teases and tastes, driving me wild. My head falls back, and I grip his shoulders, holding on for dear life.
His fingers find my entrance, and he strokes the sensitive skin. A low moan escapes me, and I roll my hips, pressing against his hand. He pushes inside, and his thumb finds my clit, circling and rubbing until my toes curl. The sensation is too much, and I can’t hold back. My body tenses, and then I’m spiraling over the edge, calling out his name as the orgasm crashes through me.
He continues licking and stroking until the last wave subsides, and then he kisses his way back up my body. His mouth finds mine, and he kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on his lips.
I reach down and grab the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head. My fingers trail over the ridges of his abs, and he shivers. Then my hand moves lower, and I palm his hard length through his jeans. He groans, and his eyes flutter closed.
I unbutton his jeans and push them down. His cock springs free, and I wrap my fingers around it, stroking him slowly. He moans and rocks his hips, thrusting into my hand.
He grabs the backs of my knees and pulls me to the edge of the table. I lean back and spread my legs, and he settles between them. His cock nudges my entrance, and I bite my lip.
He looks up, and our eyes meet. The raw desire and passion I see in his gaze makes my heart skip a beat. It’s as if he’s looking right into my soul. And what he sees is me. Not the broken, damaged girl I’ve been pretending to be. But the woman I was before my life fell apart. The woman I was always meant to be.
Then he thrusts into me, and we both cry out. His cock fills me completely, and my walls clench around him, welcoming him home.
“Oh, God, River,” he grumbles. He begins to move at a slow and steady pace, like he’s savoring every second. I wrap my legs around his waist, and his hands find my hips. He rocks against me, his cock moving in and out, over and over again, until I’m on the verge of exploding all over again.
My body begins to shake, and he picks up the pace, thrusting deeper and harder. I grip his arms, and my nails dig into his skin. His teeth sink into the base of my neck, and the mixture of pleasure and pain pushes me over the edge.
I call out his name, and my walls clamp down around him. He grunts, and his fingers grip my hips harder as his cock pulses and releases deep inside me.
We cling to each other, panting and sweaty, and I let the warmth and contentment wash over me. I feel safe here. With him. I feel loved. But the second those thoughts creep into my mind, the cold reality of my situation seeps in, and a familiar heaviness settles over me.
If I stay here with Colby, that means giving up the future I’ve been working so hard for. Colby doesn’t need a foreman. Lewis is the foreman. And he’s a damn good one. There’s nowhere for me to grow at Wild Horse Ranch, but at John Miller’s, I can have it all.
Except Colby Burke.
