The Rancher's Rules

Her breath hitched and her hands started kneading his chest. “I turned them off. I wanted it to be just you and me. Nothing else. Not even the light.” She moved a step closer and their bodies contacted from chest to knee.

He shuddered, feeling his hardened flesh press against the slick wet skin of her stomach. “Querida—”

She cut him off with a kiss, her lips sliding against his wet ones with erotic purpose. And just like that he gave up trying to figure out why the room had gone dark, or why Zoe had come to him at the risk of being caught out by his parents. He didn’t care.

He kissed her with reckless male passion and caressed her back, then brushed his hands over her bottom, pressing her closer into his male heat. The dark lent a touch of unreality to their lovemaking. Talk about male fantasy. He’d take Zoe’s version any day of the week.

They were alone in a world of their own, where ranches and cattle sold for beef had no place. Where no one and nothing could separate them. Where the past had no power to hurt and the present was nothing more than two bodies pressed close together in a darkness no light was allowed to penetrate.

Brushing the wet and curling hair on his chest, she shifted her legs apart until she straddled one of his thighs. He gave an involuntary groan at the first contact between her feminine juncture and his hair-roughened thigh. She caught her breath, tearing her lips from his to suck in more humid air, and moved experimentally against him. Sensation shot through him as he felt a wetness on his thigh that had nothing to do with the hot water cascading over them.

“Grant.” His name coming out of the darkness in her voice, rough with passion, shivered along his senses like a caress.

She moved again, and made a startled sound when he lifted his leg and tightened his grip on her bottom, pressing her sensitive flesh more firmly against his thigh. “Do you like that, baby?”

“I…” Her voice trailed off as he moved his leg again, and she shuddered, crying out with irresistible feminine passion.

He had thought making love with her the first time had been the most mind-altering experience he could possibly have, but this wasn’t just amazing—this was soul-transforming.

“Give it to me, Zoe. I want it all.” He punctuated each word with a movement of his thigh, rejoicing as the sensitive skin against his thigh swelled and went silky smooth with wetness. “That’s right, niña.”

“Please, Grant. You can have anything.”

He stopped moving, his hands gripping her so tightly part of his conscious mind warned him about bruising her. “Anything?”

“Yes! Anything, Grant. Anything!” She tried to move on him again, but he wouldn’t let her.

Instead he kissed her, a soft warm caress that felt like the sealing of something incredibly important. “Can I have your love? Will you give that to me?”

He waited in an agony of need, knowing her answer was more important to him than the desire clamoring for satiation.

Her hands came out of the darkness to cup his face. “I love you, Grant. I always have. I always will.”

His body went rigid, and in a convulsive move he crushed her to him, spreading her legs more widely until he’d speared her with his hard maleness, giving them both what they craved. “I love you, Zoe. I will love you forever.”

He pressed her against the shower wall, warm and slick from the hot spray, and drove into her with almost frightening intensity. He needed to slow down, but he couldn’t. Her avowal of love had torn away his control, leaving only a primitive need to confirm that love in the most elemental way possible.

She didn’t seem to mind as she hooked her legs around his waist, opening herself up completely to him. He drove into her with a circling motion, pressing the swollen bud of her pleasure against his pelvic bone with every thrust.

“I want to go so deep you can’t remember what it’s like not to be joined with me.”

She gripped his shoulders with fingers like talons. “Yes!”

He made love to her with his entire body, his hands busy holding and touching her, his lips all over her face and neck, his chest rubbing her hardened nipples until she was screaming with pleasure and convulsing around him with one pulsing contraction after another.

He shouted as his release came over him, feeling one with her in a way he’d only ever known when his body was joined with Zoe’s. He held her tightly to him as their breathing returned to normal. She kept her legs tightly wound around his waist.

“Ninety years of this is not going to be enough.”

“Ninety years?” she asked, her voice sounding uncertain.

He kissed her forehead and gently disentangled their limbs, before pulling her back into the shower and washing her body with reverent care and a thoroughness that led her to another shattering explosion of physical sensation. When he finally turned the water off and pulled her from the shower, she held onto him like she needed his support to stay upright, while he groped in the dark for a towel.