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

“Need you inside me,” she breathed.

With a kiss to her sweet skin, he finally grabbed that condom he’d been searching for. Her hands stayed on his back while he sheathed himself, gently stroking his skin, like she didn’t want him to go too far. And he didn’t want to stray, either.

“Thank you for tonight,” Charlotte whispered.

He was right at her entrance, her soft inner thighs cradling him. He let some of his weight rest on her as he lowered himself, cupping his palms on either side of her head, his thumbs brushing against her temples.

“You have nothing to thank me for, darlin’.”

“I just…I enjoy being with you and Gracie.”

He smiled and kissed her. While his mouth was against hers he said, “I’m glad, because I want you here.”

He pressed himself inside her, slow, but intentional, and didn’t stop until he was snug to the hilt. Her back arched, her breasts pressed against his chest, and he felt truly home.

“You feel better every time we’re together,” he whispered, withdrawing almost to the tip, then thrusting home again.

“I love…this,” she said, and just those words hit him hard.

He knew she didn’t love him. Couldn’t possibly. But she loved being with him. Loved them together.

“I love this, too,” he said. But he wanted to say so much more.

His body was taking the lead, though, tremors shooting up his spine with every thrust and pull he gave his woman.

His woman.

The idea heated his thoughts and sent him drowning deeper into Charlotte.

Her sweeping touches turned to claws digging into his shoulders. She liked it a little rough, and so did he. Pumping in and out, he placed his fingertips at her mouth and she sucked them.

“Good girl,” he said, and took his newly wetted fingers and placed them on her clit. He thrust hard, hitting her deep. When she gasped, he stayed right there, stirring his hips while rubbing his fingers fast over her sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Tripp.” She moaned his name, and he felt her sweet heat tug at him. She was close.

“Come for me,” he begged. Because he wanted to feel it. Knew that it would be her pleasure that spiraled him into his own.

He withdrew, hammered back in, and stirred deep again. He hit that spot inside—knew it by the way she gripped him and begged for more. He drove his hips into her, circling around and around, making sure she felt him all over.

She didn’t fight him. Just clung to him. Locking her legs around his back and hugging him close. Her skin against his. She gasped, and he felt her tight sheath convulse and milk him.

And like he expected, that was his undoing.

“I love feeling you come on me,” he said, and followed her down, his own orgasm ripping from his bones and seeking only her to fall into.

He didn’t want to leave her, so he just lay in her arms, kissing her cheek, her nose, her eyelids.

“Tripp…” She whispered his name once more and it must have been a dream, because he could have sworn he heard her say “love” again.

Chapter Ten

“Someone is all smiles this morning,” Bo said, grinning at Tripp over his coffee cup.

Tripp ignored him and went about pouring coffee into two mugs, pausing to butter the toast that had just popped up in the toaster.

“It’s a good morning, is all.”

“Uh-huh. Wouldn’t have anything to do with the hot woman in your bed?”