Page 36 of Her Boss, Her Rancher: Sunrise On The Ranch

He started for her with no idea what he’d do when he got there.

She did the same, yet her movements were filled with purpose.

They met in the middle, her musky, sultry-as-sin smell hitting him a second before his mouth closed over hers in an unspoken demand that she answer in kind. It was a demand she met with her own counterclaim, one that required he give himself to her in equal measure. Tongues tangled together with something far more raw than even their first wild night.

Arms wrapped around bodies. She slid one of her legs up the outside of his thigh. He gripped her behind the knee and pulled that leg higher, settling his rock-hard erection against her cleft and thrusting, short erratic movements that drew soft sounds of encouragement from her.

Her nails scraped his scalp as she raked her fingers through his sweaty hair.

He craved this, this wild, uncontrolled passion, this silent affirmation. She’d come to him. His chest swelled, his heart thundering even harder. She wanted him, needed this from him. Seeking him out for a communion of bodies, for a connection. She craved him. Only him. For her, he was enough.

Tearing his mouth away from hers, he buried his face in the crook of her neck and breathed her in.

Her fingers tightened in his hair. “Don’t slow down. I want you, Cade. Only you.”

The echo of his thoughts broke the last of his hold on his sanity. He bent his knees, wrapped his arms around her and lifted. “Legs around my waist.”

She complied even as she hauled his face up and reclaimed his mouth, her tongue mimicking the sexual thrust and retreat he hungered for.

Only from her.

Raw, aching hunger made him clumsy as he stumbled forward. He held her up against the tack room door and let his weight follow. He took her mouth again as he worked his hands under her dress.

No panties. Nothing but skin.

Cade groaned, his hips driving forward so hard the head of his cock breached her sex through the fabric of his workout pants.

She moaned, reaching between them to sweep a thumb over the head.

That touch, firm and demanding, had him yanking his pants down. “I don’t have a condom.” He leaned forward and nipped her ear.

“I’ve got it covered.” She mimicked his action, but she bit him harder.

And he loved it.

“Now stop talking,” she whispered before licking the sting of her bite.

Cade widened his stance, positioned himself and drove forward, sheathing himself. He buried his face in her neck again, muffling his shout of pleasure against her sweat-slicked skin.

She gripped his shoulders and tightened her legs, riding him just as hard as he drove into her.

Their coupling was fast, far faster than he wanted it to be, but just as fast as he needed it. The tack room door rattled violently as he loved her well. He filled her, withdrew, and filled her again, setting a relentless pace and insistent on delivering unquestionable pleasure.

Emma took everything he gave and demanded more, whispering encouragement with language he’d never considered she might use. It was a wicked side he hadn’t anticipated, and it was the spark that fanned the flames of his desire into an inferno. The burn started at the base of his spine and spread as if driven by relentless spring winds over parched grasslands. Orgasm imminent, he changed the angle of his thrusts to ensure Emma received more than enough stimulation to drive her insane.

Wrapping her arms around his neck and putting her mouth to his ear, she upped the dirty talk between pants and small mewls of pleasure.

He shifted a finite amount, finding her spot.

Finally, she came apart in his arms. She shook with the power of her release, her walls tightening around him until he couldn’t hold out any longer.

Cade let go, biting his lip to keep as quiet as he could. His orgasm seemed to go on and on until he shook as hard as she did. He took her down with him to the sawdust-covered ground.

“Holy hell,” he panted. “You come out here to seduce me or kill me?”

“You’re still breathing,” she answered, her own breath just as irregular.

“If this is what I get for working late nights, I’ll leave you my schedule for every night of the next six weeks so you know where to find me.”