Page 79 of Her Boss, Her Rancher: Sunrise On The Ranch

He picked her up and carried her to his bedroom, standing her on her feet by the bed and yanking away the covers. As she caressed him, running her hands over his sculpted chest, he opened a drawer to withdraw a condom and put it on before picking her up and placing her on the bed, moving between her legs.

He was hard, breathtakingly handsome with a fit masculine body that was muscled and strong. She arched her hips, wrapping her long legs around him. He came down, his mouth covering hers.

She felt him shift beside her, and then he trailed more kisses down her throat, across each breast, taking his time, his tongue circling first one nipple and then the other before he moved lower. His hand caressed her thighs and moved between her legs.

Kissing her again, he stroked her, driving her to want him more than she had thought possible. Every touch was magic, fiery and building their desire to a feverish pitch. He shifted, his tongue following his fingers, and she cried out in need and pleasure.

“I want you,” she whispered, not caring whether he heard or not, just having to say it. “I want you more than anything,” she added, barely aware of what she said as his hands rubbed and stroked her, building her need.

She sat up, pushing him down. “You’re driving me wild.” She trailed kisses across his belly until she took him in her mouth.

His fingers wound in her hair while his other hand caressed her breast with the lightest of touches. He groaned, sat up and rolled her over as he moved above her. She watched him lower himself to finally enter her slowly, withdrawing as her hips arched beneath him and he thrust into her, filling her, hot and hard.

Sensations rocked her, need consuming her as she moved with him.

He withdrew again, moving slowly, filling her. Her legs locked around his narrow waist while she drowned in sensation.

They moved together wildly, pumping fast in heart-pounding need. She pressed against him, crying out as she reached the pinnacle of her release.

He thrust hard and fast, climaxing with another gasp of pleasure, finally slowing while holding her close.

She clung to him, hot, damp with perspiration and happiness as they slowed. Gasping for breath, their hearts pounding together, she held him tightly. For a few moments she was in a special world, locked in his embrace.

She wanted to hold him tightly and keep the world shut away for the night.

When they were still, she ran her fingers slowly through the crisp, short hair on the back of his neck while he brushed kisses on her throat.

“I don’t think I will ever forget this night,” she whispered, being blunt and truthful. When he continued with his light kisses, she decided he hadn’t heard her.

She knew that she would never forget their lovemaking, and yet she also knew she had made another mistake with him. She should not have opened herself to this man whose view of the world was so different from hers.

One night of love should not cost her heart. No matter what bond they’d forged with intimacy, she had to forget this night and she should forget him. She hoped she could do that quickly—as soon as this job ended.

She shoved aside her worries and relished holding him while he caressed her in return.

She held fast to the moment. This night was special, and their differences in priorities and philosophies didn’t matter right now.

In the light of day, reason would set in and they would go on with their jobs and their lives, and she would eventually get past this night.

When he shifted, she gazed into his dark eyes, which were filled with curiosity.

“Are you sure you have to go home tomorrow?”

“Yes. This picnic is a big deal—it used to be mostly family, but it’s grown. Now we invite a lot of people I’ve worked with, plus people—and children—from one of the shelters.”

“Children? As in abandoned?”

“As in orphaned, mostly. Some were runaways and have no home to go back to, and some are from broken homes whose families can’t keep them at this time, but they hope to get them back in the future. We sponsor a children’s shelter.”

She combed a few locks of his hair away from his face. “Come home with me. See how we live—maybe you’ll understand what I do if you’ll come meet people.”

“I’ll be in the way,” he said.

“Nonsense. There’s no such thing as a stranger.”

“Little Miss Do-Good.”

“Scared to accept, Blake?”