The Rancher and The City Girl (Tempting the Rancher 1)

When they came upon a lone red truck in the dark shadows behind the station, she grinned. They’d have even more privacy in there, and she was more than ready to take advantage of it.

His hand stalled on the truck door handle and he looked at her. “You sure about this?”

“Never been more sure in my life.”

Grinning, he opened the truck. She leaped into his arms, clawing and kissing her way closer, needing her mouth on him however she could. Her hands went to his belt buckle, and he grabbed them, chuckling dangerously.

“That’s all well and good, darlin’, but you know what’s been on my mind all night?” Tripp asked, leaning her back over the front seat. “Tasting from here”—he lifted her leg and rested her heel on his shoulder, then licked from her ankle up her calf, around to her inner thigh—“to here.”

She shuddered. Yes, please. He lifted her dress and pressed his mouth to the undoubtedly soaked lace, the heat of his breath making her eyes roll back in her head. She moaned, loving the way he nipped at the fabric, teasing her, testing her control. Finally—finally—he slid her panties down her legs and tucked them into his back pocket. The warm summer breeze slid between her spread thighs, tempting her to squeeze them shut, but then Tripp was there.

The look in his eyes was as bright as the stars and as warm as the glow surrounding the train station. She felt wanted. She’d never been able to feel a man through his gaze, but she felt Tripp. Her entire body hummed with anticipation.

The gravel rustled as he shifted, lifting her other leg to his shoulder. Still lying on her back, she was completely exposed. An open offering. For him. And he looked desperate to accept that offer.

It was the sexiest sight she’d ever seen.

Tripp didn’t ask, he just buried his face between thighs and licked her.

Her body screamed to life. “Oh my God, yes,” she cried, shoving her fingers through his hair. His mouth on her sent an instant jolt of lust through her system, filling her straight to her fingertips. They prickled, needing to touch more of his skin. She clawed at his shoulders, desperate to remove his shirt.

He didn’t budge.

Was this how cowboys got their ladies in Wyoming? Lay them out in their truck behind a historic building and eat them for dinner? If so, she could get on board with how things were done around these parts.

His mouth traveled up and down her slick folds, paying attention to every detail. All she could do was arch her back and hold on, because the slow, deliberate assault his tongue lashed out was burning her up from the inside out.

This was definitely one of the best experiences she’d ever had. Tripp was hitting all the right spots, twisting and licking and biting every inch until her skin damn near ignited from pleasure.

Up and down he took her body, and whenever she was on the brink of coming, he’d thrust his tongue inside, once, twice, three times. With each round of torture, he drew her closer to climax.

“My God, you’re delicious, darlin’,” he groaned between her legs, his sexy drawl vibrating her flesh.

He drove his tongue back inside, plunging in and out. She was so very close, her skin tightening, her muscles quivering, and her mind a slave to the white heat just out of reach.

She was…right…there…

He ran his teeth over her clit and she screamed, her body flooding with pleasure as she came apart.

“Tripp,” she cried, gasping. His name was the only word she could muster.

She expected him to pull away, to let her come down gently, but he didn’t. He stayed right there, leading her through every speck of pleasure, drinking her in like a sweet wine as her orgasm went on and on.

She didn’t know what she was saying. Couldn’t hear her own voice, her own thoughts. Blood rushed through her ears as he well and truly took over her body. Needing something to ground her, she reached around, frantically grabbing for anything to hang on to as she rode out the pleasure.

She smacked the seat, the dashboard. The glove box popped open.

She wanted more. Wanted him to fill her. To take her. To feel his whole body over, inside, hers.

“Please,” she begged. “Please take me.”

Tripp rose as much as he could without his head hitting the ceiling of the truck. She grabbed his belt buckle and it easily unfastened. He glanced at something beyond her, at the pack of condoms in the open glove box.

Thank God.

He grabbed one and stood, backing completely out of the truck, devouring her with his eyes. She must look a sight with her legs spread wide and her body arched over h

is truck seat, but the intensity in his gaze hypnotized her. She reached for him, feeling empty and needy, knowing if she could just feel him surge inside her, she’d be content. Could kick the “hard up” streak she been having and exhaust all her pent-up sexual tension. She needed an outlet, and Tripp was the sexiest outlet she’d ever seen.