Wild Cowboy Ways (Lucky Penny Ranch #1)(62)

“Don’t ever get rid of this tub,” she said.

“Don’t intend to.” He grinned.

She moved her foot slightly and found him still hard as steel, and using her foot to steady things, she softly massaged his erection with the toes of her other foot.

“Sweet Jesus, you’re not a bathtub virgin at all,” he said.

“Yes, I am. It must be some of the DNA from my Audrey’s Place ancestors rising to the top, and I have to admit I like it,” she whispered.

He picked up the sweet-smelling soap, lathered his hands, and then began giving her a bath with his bare hands as the water continued to fill the tub. She’d never known such raw nerve endings as when his slick, soapy hands caressed her breasts, her toes, and her inner thighs.

She flipped around until she was sitting in his lap, her arms around his neck, fingertips toying with his wet hair, and legs wrapped around his waist. Then she moved one hand down to turn off the water and the other one slipped between them to guide him into her.

“Are you sure?” he asked her. “We can wait for protection.”

“That feels too wonderful to stop.” She arched against him and brought his lips to hers, latching on to them in a hungry kiss. “Besides, I trust you. And I can’t have children anyway.”

She saw a cloud of sadness flash through his eyes and rolled her hips to keep him distracted. “Allie…God that feels good.” He moaned and clasped her hips with his hands, his mouth seeking hers again.

They rocked together until she arched backward so far that her hair dragged into the water, and then an explosion like she’d never felt before consumed her body, leaving her limp. Satisfaction was instantaneous for both of them. He growled her name, all of it—Alora Raine—as he came into her.

She laid her head on his chest and melted against him. “That was wonderful.”

“That was only the opening credits. Now we’ll take this to the bedroom and have the full movie.” He rose up from the water like a warlord of some ancient country, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her, soaking wet, to the bedroom where he kissed her butt before he flipped her on the mattress and dried her body with the top sheet.

“I’m ruining your bed.” She tried to wiggle away.

“It’s all washable.” His mouth found hers again and the second round started with less foreplay and a lot more pure old wonderful, wild cowboy sex. She could hardly believe it when they both reached the edge of the cliff at the same time for the second time in an hour and dove into that gorgeous afterglow together. So much for a one-time satisfying of the itch she had for Blake Dawson. She hadn’t even begun to scratch the surface of the yearning down deep in her body.

He rolled to the dry side of the king-size mattress and pulled the bedspread up over them. Holding her with one arm and stroking her face with the other, he said, “There are no words. Is this what you girls call afterglow?”

“So you were an afterglow virgin until now?”

“I guess I was,” he answered.

“Me too.” She yawned.

She awoke to the click of the clock as another minute passed. With a start, she sat straight up in bed, only to find herself alone. It was straight-up five o’clock. Had she dreamed the whole afternoon? If so, she didn’t want to wake up.

“Hey,” he said from the doorway. “We got so involved that I forgot to tell you that my brother, Toby, is on the way for a visit. He’ll be here in half an hour.”

“Oh my God, I had no idea we slept so long! I’ve got to go home.” She was frantic. She didn’t want to be there when his brother arrived, especially not with a smile that she couldn’t wipe off with a dose of alum-laced lemonade.

“You don’t have to.” He wore his jeans but no shirt and held a brown robe in his hands. “I got it for Christmas and I promise it’s never been on another woman.”

“It’ll have to wait. I really have to get dressed and go home.” She hopped up from the bed and stood before him, comfortable in her nakedness. “And before you offer to drive me, I think it would be best if I walk. I need to have a reason for the blush on my face.”

He opened his arms and she walked into them. “You are amazing as well as beautiful, Allie. Can you come back later and meet Toby? He’s staying all weekend and I want him to meet you.”

“Of course I want to meet him, but not right now,” she said. “Bring him to church on Sunday. It will show the folks in Dry Creek that y’all ain’t as wild and hot as they heard. I hope they don’t ask me any questions. I’d hate to lie right there in the church house about how hot and wild you are,” she said.

He laughed out loud. “Please let me take you home.”

“No, sir. I meant it when I said that about this blush on my face. It screams sex and Lizzy will bitch until she runs out of breath. It’s not that far and my knees aren’t so weak that I can’t climb a fence.”

“I’ll build a stile over it next week,” he said.

“You will not! Everyone in town would talk about why. Besides as wonderful as this was, we both need to think about it, Blake. It might be smart for us to stop now before one of us kills the other one.”

“What?” He frowned.

“A few more weeks of something that hot will set one or both of us on fire and all they’ll find will be ashes and teeth,” she said as she grinned.