The Rancher's Untamed Heart

The kiss was long and tender. My eyelids fluttered shut and I leaned into his touch, melting at the sweetness.

The next kiss was deeper and more passionate, his tongue questing between my lips and plundering my mouth.

I lost track of the kisses after that, but finally, I couldn’t stand not touching him any more and I pulled back, breaking our embrace.

He looked at me as I stood up, and smiled as I closed the distance between us and straddled his lap, so that I could kiss him and feel his broad chest against me.

I don't know how long we spent pushing the limit of that kitchen chair.

His chest against mine felt as strong, hot, and firm as I'd remembered, and I tried to resist the urge to rub myself against him like a cat, just enjoying the feel of his body against mine.

Occasionally when I squirmed on his lap, he groaned into my mouth, and I'd grin and repeat the motion. After a few rounds of that, he grabbed my hips in his broad hands and pulled me close against him, holding me still.

It didn't stop me from rocking back and forth against his jeans, feeling his body respond to mine, both of us full of hot need.

I loved the feeling of his hands holding me in place. He was gentle with me, but he was clearly so much more powerful than me, and I liked that in a man. I wanted to feel small and delicate when I felt a man's broad hands against me, and Clint's ranch-weathered body was more than up to the task.

He pulled his mouth away from mine, and I whimpered at the loss, but groaned in approval as he kissed a desperate line down my jaw. Hot flicks of his tongue on my ear almost undid me, and that wasn't anything I'd ever known that I liked before him.

I groaned his name and ordered him not to stop, and he chuckled into my neck, kissing a slow line down to where my shirt started.

"May I touch you?" he asked, sliding his hands from my hips, over my shirt, to just underneath my breasts.

"You'd better," I grumbled.

He chuckled again and obediently cupped my chest in his large hands, gently stroking the tops with his thumbs.

"Oh, yes," I said, "Yes, just like that."

He captured my lips again, not moving his hands, continuing his slow teasing of my body.

When he released my lips, I groaned his name and he nodded against me.

"Yeah," he grunted, before kissing me again, "Yeah."

His clever fingers found my nipples and started gently tugging the hard nubs, not enough to hurt, just a gentle pressure against the aching flesh.

"More," I said, pulling my mouth away from his briefly, before claiming it again in a searing kiss of my own.

His hands skimmed down over my body again, finding the hem of my shirt and pulling at it.

"Off?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, leaning back and raising my arms so he could pull it over my head.

He grinned at the sight of my chest in the little bra, and reached around me to fiddle with the clasp.

"This too?" he asked.

I nodded and rocked back, panting and flushed, sitting on his strong thighs.

When my breasts were totally revealed to him, he groaned and pulled my chest to his mouth, finding one of my nipples and flicking his tongue against it, mimicking the motion with his fingers on my other hard nub.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, which he didn't object to, as he kept his mouth on me, tormenting me with the touch of his lips, his tongue, all over my chest.

He pulled away for a minute and straightened, looking down at me.

"I love it when you groan for me," he said, and I laughed. I hadn't even realized that I was making noise.