Ellie could see it, too. Remington’s art had so much motion that one could feel like the horses, cattle, cowboys, and Native Americans would leap off the canvas.
At the end of the exhibit, they were both quiet. Ellie waited for Tucker, who seemed absorbed in his thoughts of Remington’s work.
He smiled at her and took her hand. “Thank you for the surprise.”
“You’re welcome.” She tipped her head, reached up on her toes, and kissed him. “I’m so glad you enjoyed it.”
His appreciation showed in his gaze. He squeezed her hand as they walked out of the exhibition room. He inclined his head to a display of abstract art. “Now that kind of art, I don’t get.” He shook his head. “There’s no style or heart to it like Remington’s works.”
She looked at the pieces he was talking about and had to agree, especially about one in particular. “I enjoy so many different types of art, but I don’t get what’s attractive about a toilet paper roll on top of a beach ball.”
Tucker chuckled. “I guess you could say it takes all kinds.” He smiled at her as they stopped in the lobby. “What would you like to do for dinner?”
“I’ll cook for us at my townhouse.” She rocked on her heels. “Anything in particular you’re hungry for?”
He shook his head. “I’ll eat anything you come up with.”
“Oooh, you might be sorry you said that.” She gave him a devious grin. “I’ll come up with something particularly weird.”
He snorted in amusement. “Bring it on.”
* * *
Tucker followed Ellie into her townhouse and closed the door. Her home smelled of citrus and the fresh-cut flowers on her dining room table. He liked her place—it suited her. Bright, cheering, welcoming, and comfortable. He wondered what kind of changes she would want to make to his ranch house if they were to marry and he brought her to the ranch.
The air conditioning chased away the day's heat, drying the sweat on his skin. It was five in the evening, but still 116 degrees in the shade, and only getting hotter every day. Maybe they’d get lucky and have a decent monsoon season if it just kicked into gear. Unfortunately, the Phoenix-metro area’s “heat bubble” usually caused rainstorms to go around instead of through the area.
Fortunately, Gold Canyon and King Creek were well outside the bubble, and their rainy season was a sight better than Phoenix’s—if it was a good monsoon season, anyway.
Hailee sauntered into the room, and Tucker picked her up. “Hello, pretty girl.”
“I’m going to rinse off and change before making dinner.” Ellie started up the stairs. “I’m sticky and sweaty.” She paused and smiled. “If you want to share a cool shower, feel free to join me.”
Tucker set Hailee down. He didn’t have to be asked twice. It wasn’t about sex, just enjoying each other’s company. Right?
During the shower, he shampooed Ellie’s hair and rubbed her soapy scrubber over her shoulders and back, down to her rounded bottom and long legs. When she turned around, he hardened to the point of pain at the sight of water running over her full breasts and taut nipples.
He forced himself to soap her front, starting with her shoulders and moving down slowly, enjoying looking at her and touching her beautiful body. He took great care with her breasts, and Ellie sucked in her breath as he rubbed her nipples.
He met her gaze and saw desire burning in her eyes. Her lips were parted, and he imagined her slipping his cock into her mouth.
His good intentions went straight out the window. He wrapped his arms around her and claimed her mouth with his. The water pounded down on his back as he kissed her slowly and moved his fingers to her nipples. Ellie couldn’t control herself when it came to her nipples—she went wild.
Their kiss became almost frantic. He grasped her ass and pulled her up against him, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He pushed her up against the shower wall and pressed his erection hard against her soft flesh.
* * *
Soap slid from her body as he pinned her against the shower wall and played with her nipples. He knew how crazy that made her. She loved it even more when he sucked them, but she enjoyed it just as much when he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, tugged at them, and any other way he touched her.
She squirmed and cried out, the water raining down on her face. “Now, Tucker. Please take me now.”
His smile was tight, his eyes dark with his need for her. “You’re ready for me to fuck you?”
The word was harsh and erotic, and it turned her on even more.
“Yes.” She could barely breathe. She wanted him so badly that she vibrated with need. “Please.”
He grabbed her ass again and drove his cock deep inside her. Ellie’s eyes widened, and she gasped at the feel of him stretching her, filling her. She couldn’t help every cry and moan she made. He reached so deep inside, and her core gripped him as he thrust even harder each time.
