Beauty and the Bull Rider (Hotel Rodeo #3)(37)

“Unbutton your shirt,” she murmured. In seconds he’d popped the buttons. She pressed him back onto the paper-covered table, working over his torso with her mouth, kissing and licking a downward trail while steadily pumping her hand. Releasing his shaft, she laved his navel with her tongue as she tugged on his jeans. “Lift your hips.”

She pulled his jeans down, exposing the full glory of his manhood for the first time. The feel of him had thrilled her, but the sight stole her breath away. Ty had been extremely well endowed, maybe too much for her comfort. Zac was perfect in every way.

Hoping to send him to the same heaven he’d taken her to only a few days ago, she wet her lips and lowered her head. Gripping his shaft with one hand and cupping his sac with the other, she licked him slowly upward from base to tip. Shutting her eyes, she inhaled his musky male scent, savoring the silky feel and tangy taste of him. Curling her tongue, she taunted and teased with flicks and darts until she finally wrapped her lips around his broad, smooth crown.

He sucked in a breath, his body tensing beneath her as he murmured huskily, “You’re killing me, you know that?”

Releasing him briefly from her mouth, she answered with a smug smile. “Then I hope you’ll die a happy man.”

His green, passion-filled eyes held hers with a look that both thrilled and terrified her. He replied softly, “I will if I can call you mine.”

“Zac, I—” Delaney startled at the sound of a sharp rap on the exam room door.

“Mr. McDaniel?” came a shrill voice from the other side.

“What the f*ck?” Zac bolted up to a sitting position.

Another knock sounded. This one harder. “Mr. McDaniel? The clinic is closing now. You need to give me your specimen or come back tomorrow.”

“Goddammit,” Zac muttered. “She must be related to Bart.”

“Pardon me?” Delaney asked.

“It’s nothin’,” Zac replied. He stood with a groan, shoved himself back into his jeans, and zipped.

“I’m so sorry about all this, Zac,” Delaney said tearfully. “I hate that your whole day was wasted. This is not how I envisioned any of it.”

“You’ve got no reason to apologize,” he said gruffly. “None of this was your fault.”

“Yes, it was,” she sniffed. “I’m the one who made you come.”

“Not quite, sweetheart,” he quipped, “but I was awfully damned close.”

“How can you joke? This whole experience has just been awful.”

He cupped her face and kissed her softly. “Wrong again. Only some parts were. Others were pretty damned incredible.”

“Incredible?” Her gaze darted to his. “Really?”

“Yeah. Really.”

“Thanks for saying it, Zac.”

He smiled. “Anytime.”

A third rap sounded on the door. Nurse Ratched called through it, “Hello in there. Are you coming out or must I call security?”

Zac flung the door open. “Yeah, we’re coming out. And no, we won’t be coming back tomorrow. Or any other day.” She gaped when he shoved the empty container into her hands. “Feel free to put this where the sun don’t shine.”

“Zac!” Delaney protested as he dragged her out the door. “I have to deal with those people.”

“No, you don’t,” he said. “I meant it. I ain’t comin’ back here again.”

She halted in her tracks. “So you’ve changed your mind?”

He shook his head. “Nope. I told you I always stay the course.”

“So what now?” she asked.

“We’ll just have to find a better way,” Zac said.

“How?” she asked. “The only other clinic that does this is in Oklahoma City.”

“That’s not what I mean by a better way.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying let’s just skip all this bullshit and take a chance. I understand that you wanted to be sure I’m not gonna shoot blanks, but I’m asking you to just have a little faith in me.” He added softly, “Don’t I deserve that much?”

“Yes, Zac. You do,” she agreed. After all he’d been through, she didn’t know if he deserved a medal or a straitjacket.

“People have been making babies for eons,” Zac said. “I just don’t see how it can be all that hard. Your time is coming this weekend, right?”

“Yes,” she said. “My peak fertility window starts on Friday, not that it matters since you’ll be in Vegas.”

“Come with me,” he said. “There’s not a damned thing now to stop you.”

“There’s still my cows to think of.”

He squelched her argument with a raised hand. “Now you know as well as I do that you can’t do anything with them until you’ve preg checked the herd, and you can’t even do that for a whole week. That frees you up to take care of more personal business.”

He was right. It would be a total waste of time to do anything until she knew which cows were pregnant. Delaney bit her lip. “Even so, they still need to be cared for.”

“That’s an easy fix.” Zac whipped out his mobile phone and hit speed dial. “Hey, Bart. Zac here. I need you to send one of the hands over to Delaney’s to keep an eye on the place for a few days.... Yeah, I said a few days.... Don’t care what you think about that. You can spare one guy ’til I get back. Keep a civil tongue in your head ol’ man, or I’ll can your sorry ass.” He flipped the phone shut. “Got it all arranged. Bart said he’d be delighted to help you out.”