“It wasn’t my dream. Hope Springs Ranch is. And I still design a few pieces each year. So, I get to be creative. It’s enough. And now I expect to be busier than ever with Hope Springs Camp starting to ramp up.”
His gaze fastened on her softly parted lips and a moment later, he’d slid his hand beneath the weight of her long hair and pulled her toward him. After the first glancing slide of his mouth over hers, they came together in a hungry crush.
Tongues danced and breath mingled. Shane lifted her onto his lap, the better to feel her soft breasts press against him through her cotton shirt. With her fingers raking through his hair, Shane groaned her name against the silky skin of her long neck. Despite the longing clawing at him these past few days, he’d underestimated his need for her.
“I can’t wait to be inside you again,” he muttered, sliding his tongue into the hollow of her throat while his fingers worked her shirt buttons free. “You are like no woman I’ve known.”
Brandee stripped off her shirt and cast it aside. “You’re pretty awesome yourself, Delgado.” Her fingers framed his face, holding him still while she captured his gaze. “You’ve made me feel things I’ve never known before.”
Her mouth found his in a sweet, sexy kiss that stole his breath. He fanned his fingers over her back, reveling in her satiny warmth, the delicate bumps of her spine and the sexy dimples just above her perfect ass. This time around, Shane was determined to take his time learning everything about what turned her on.
He shifted so that her back was against his chest and his erection nestled between her firm butt cheeks. This gave him full access to her breasts, stomach and thighs, while she could rock her hips and drive him to new levels of arousal. As trade-offs went, it wasn’t a bad one.
Shane unfastened her bra and set it aside. As the cool night air hit her nipples, they hardened. He teased his fingertips across their sensitive surface and Brandee jerked in reaction. Her head fell back against his shoulder as a soft yes hissed past her teeth.
“Do that again,” she murmured, her ey
elids half-lowered, a lazy smile on her lips. “I love the feel of your hands on me.”
“My pleasure.”
He cupped her breasts and kneaded gently, discovering exactly what she liked. Each breathy moan urged his passion higher. His fingers trembled as they trailed over her soft, fragrant skin. Her flat stomach bucked beneath his palm as he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her leggings and grazed the edge of her panties.
“Let’s get these off.” His voice was whisky-rough and unsteady.
“Sure.”
She helped him shimmy the clingy black cotton material over her hips and down her legs. He enjoyed sliding his hands back up over her calves and knees, thumbs trailing along the sensitive inner thigh. Catching sight of her lacy white bikini panties, Shane forgot his early determination to make her wait.
He dipped his fingertips beneath the elastic and over her sex. She spread her legs wider. Her breath was coming in jagged gasps and her body was frozen with anticipation as he delved into her welcoming warmth.
They sighed together as he circled her clit twice before gliding lower. He found a rhythm she liked, taking his cues from the way her hips rocked and the trembling increased in her thighs. She gave herself over to him. She was half-naked on his lap, thighs splayed, her head resting on his shoulder, eyes half-closed. She sighed in approval as he slid first one, then two fingers inside her.
The tension in her muscles increased as he slowly thrust in and out of her. He noted how her eyebrows came together in increased concentration, saw the slow build of heat flush her skin until all too soon, her lips parted on a wordless cry. And then her back arched. She clamped her hand over his and aided his movements as her climax washed over her in a slow, unrelenting wave. He cupped her, keeping up a firm, steady pressure, and watched the last of her release die away.
“We need to take this indoors,” he murmured against her cheek, shuddering as she shifted on his lap, increasing the pressure of her backside against his erection. The sensation made him groan.
“Give me a second,” she replied. “I’m pretty sure I can’t walk at the moment.”
Wait? Like hell.
“Let me help you with that.” He lifted her into his arms and stood.
“Your room,” she exclaimed before he’d taken more than two steps. “Please. I’ve been imagining you all alone in that big bed and thinking about all the things I’d like to do to you in it.”
He liked the way her mind worked. “I’ve been picturing you there, as well.” He slipped through the French doors and approached his bed. “We’ll take turns telling each other all about it and then acting every scenario out.”
“Sounds like we’re going to have a busy night.”
“I’m counting on it.”
Tonight, he’d make sure she didn’t have the strength to leave until he was good and ready to let her go.
Ten
The Royal Diner was packed at nine o’clock on Sunday morning, but Brandee had gotten there at eight and grabbed a table up front. As Chelsea slid into the red vinyl booth across from her, Brandee set aside the newspaper she’d been reading.
“Thanks for meeting me,” Brandee said. “I needed to get out of the house. This thing with Shane is not going as I’d hoped.”