Page 60 of Second Chance with the Rancher
“Get out of your head, Minx,” he growled, pulling out of her roughly, spinning her around with one hand on her shoulder and removing his finger from her clit. He crashed his mouth to hers, pushed his tongue inside and challenged hers to a duel. She tasted the remnants of her earlier release on his lips, but that just turned her on more.
His rough hand cupped her breast, and he pinched her nipple, making her gasp against his lips. But he swallowed her gasp and continued to kiss her. Continued to knead and caress her breast, tug on her nipple and make her ride his thigh like it was the mechanical bull at the tavern they went to.
Only when she was so hot and bothered and the hollow ache of her pussy became unbearable, did he finally release her mouth, hook her thighs over his hips and plow forward, seating himself inside her fully in one hard thrust.
They both grunted, and he plunked her butt on the counter, dug his fingers into her ass cheeks and bucked upward, hitting her in all the right places. Even his pelvic bone scraped her clit in the absolute perfect way. She wasn’t going to last much longer.
“We need to get you out of your head, Minx. Focus on us. On the fact that I’m literally inside of you right now. Our bodies are connected and that every time I push forward, you squeeze that perfect little cunt around me, begging me to stay.” A quick bite to her neck and he pulled his face away. “Look at me.”
She blinked open her eyes and gave them a second to focus on his face so close to hers. Goddamn it, he was beautiful. Rugged and scarred, rough-around-the edges, and with an almost haunted look in his eyes at times, but all of that just added to his beauty. He wasn’t perfect. But neither was she. She didn’t want perfect. She wanted real. She wanted a man who had lived, and knew how to live. And she knew for a fact that Nate had lived a lot in his forty-something years. He’d seen stuff that would probably give her nightmares, taken out a lot of bad guys and lost brothers and friends along the way.
An old soul resided inside Nate. An old soul with scars, faults and secrets. But she liked that. She liked everything about him.
“How does that feel?” he asked, sliding backward, dragging his cock against the inside of her pussy so slowly she nearly came right then and there.
“Good,” she breathed.
“Just good?” he moved forward again, just as slow, filling her up once more.
“So good.”
“So good, hmm?”
She nodded.
“I’m inside you right now, Minx. My body is inside your body. Think about that.”
Oh, she was thinking about it all right. It was all she could think about. Well, that and the fact that she wanted his body inside her to pick up speed and hammer her into the next orgasm like a rabbit on cocaine.
“Think about how perfectly we fit together. How right this feels.” He slid deep inside her, gripping her ass cheeks tighter to pull them closer together, and a rattled breath escaped her parted lips. “Look at me, Minx.”
She tipped her eyes to his.
“Do you feel this?”
She felt everything.
Every inch of him inside her, she felt. His fingers on her ass, she felt. His dusting of chest hair tickling her nipples, she felt. She felt it all. Along with the growing frustration that he knew he was keeping her on the edge. That she was close to exploding, and he was deliberately withholding her orgasm from her. Oh yeah, she felt that frustration in spades.
Her hands had been on his shoulders to steady herself, but he removed one of his own hands from her ass, grabbed her right hand from his shoulder and placed it over his heart. “Feel how fast my heart is beating, Minx.”
He wasn’t wrong, it was thundering like crazy in his chest.
“That’s what you do to me.”
She swallowed. “Nate … please …” Her head shook, and she tried to look away, but he caught her chin in his fingers and kept her looking forward, looking at him.
“You’re not leading me on, Minx. But I’m also not going to stop trying to convince you that this is where you’re meant to be. That we have something. If you decide to leave, then fine, but while you’re here, you’re going to be wooed, seduced and showered with orgasms. Got it?”
She closed her eyes, but he started to retreat from her body, so she quickly opened them, grabbed hold of his shoulders again and pulled him back into her, meeting his challenging gaze. He lifted one brow, waiting for her to answer. Finally, she did, with a nod of understanding. “Fine. Now, can you please start moving faster? I’m about to lose my mind.”
His grin was filthy, but it just shoved her closer to climax. He brought his hands to her waist, held on tight, then started to buck, hard and fast, seating himself completely inside of her, then pulling free, only to surge back in a second later.
The rub and slap of his lower belly against her clit was perfect and in less than a minute, she was tipping her head toward the ceiling, shutting her eyes and coming.
“Oh God,” she panted, squeezing her muscles around him. “Yes. Oh God, yes.” Her ankles locked around his back and she tipped her pelvis forward, taking him just a half-inch deeper. But it was enough of an angle shift to launch Nate into his own release.
He stilled, his entire body stiffened, and a feral, masculine groan rumbled up from the depths of his chest. Dropping his head to the crook of her neck, he just kept it there as his cock pulsed inside her. She was caught up in her own release, but still managed to press a kiss to the side of his head as her soul threatened to rip clean from her body with each euphoric wave.
