Wind River Wrangler (Wind River Valley #1)(65)
Roan eased her back just enough to hold her gaze. “I don’t have condoms here, Shiloh.” His smile was crooked. “I wasn’t expecting to ever use them here on the ranch.”
Amusement tinged her voice and she smiled up at him. “It’s all right. I’m clean and healthy.”
“So am I.”
“Then,” she whispered, leaning up on her toes, her lips meeting his, “I want to love you. . . .”
His mouth cherished hers, in no hurry to explore the shape and softness of her. There was an exquisite heat that flowed through Shiloh and she languished in the strength of his arms. Roan kissed her gently, as if introducing himself to her. She was wildly aware of his hand ranging slowly downward, as if memorizing her.
“Tell me what you want?” he asked, leaving her wet mouth.
Blinking, Shiloh stilled in his arms, dampness settling between her thighs. Her channel felt as if on fire, cramping and wanting Roan. “W-what?” She saw him smile a little and he eased his fingers through her tangled red hair.
“What pleases you, Shiloh? What do you need from me? We’re a team. I want to know what will make you fly apart in my arms.”
The man shook her to her foundation. His eyes were hooded, flecks of silver in his narrowing gaze. Shiloh felt as if he were drinking her into his hard, male body and he’d barely touched her. Barely kissed her. “No man has ever asked me before,” she said, giving him a bemused look. She saw his expression grow thoughtful.
“Then, Darlin’, as we start loving each other, you let me know in your own way if it feels good to you or not. If you want more. Or less. Or for me to stop.”
Her mind was already shorting out by sexual hunger and need of Roan. “Y-yes . . .” She sounded like a neophyte; someone who knew nothing. His chiseled mouth curved a little and he nodded.
Roan slid his ams beneath her, lifting Shiloh against him, carrying her to his bed, which had yet to be turned down for the night. She trusted him completely, slipping her arms around his neck, her brow resting against his jaw. He deposited her and turned, shutting off the light. Only faint moonlight peeked around the edges of the heavy drapes at the other end of the room.
Shiloh saw him pull the towel away from his body, her breath catching. He was fully erect and a keen yearning flowed sweet and hot through her lower body. As he placed his knee on the bed, the mattress sank beneath his weight. He sat facing her. The silence ebbed and her heart pounded with anticipation. The look on his deeply shadowed face was intense.
She sat up, pulled her top off, revealing her breasts beneath. And before she could wriggle out of her boxer shorts, Roan’s fingers eased beneath the waistband, helping her to remove them. Shiloh wasn’t one to lie helpless and let the man orchestrate their mating. She wanted to be an equal, enthusiastic partner in this beautiful dance that she was eager to consummate with him.
She knelt before Roan, her hands flowing around his hard jaw, watching his eyes shutter nearly closed as she leaned into him, taking his mouth eagerly, not wanting to wait any longer. His mouth was equally hungry, deepening her kiss, his breath hot and ragged against her cheek. As his large, callused hands slid around her rib cage, cupping her breasts, Shiloh moaned. He took that low sound into him, drawing her closer until her breasts were cupped fully in his hands. Her skin was on fire, the calluses on his palms causing skittering flames to pucker her nipples until she was desperate for Roan to touch them, tease them.
His mouth branding hers with a fierce passion, she felt his thumbs move languidly across her nipples as if reading her mind. Tearing her mouth from his, eyes tightly shut, Shiloh cried out his name, the sensation so scalding and making the gnawing ache between her legs intensify. She arched against him, his hands cupping her, his mouth drifting down the slender length of her neck, setting her skin on fire. Gripping his taut, bunched shoulders with her fingers, all she could do was enjoy what he was sharing with her.
Roan lifted Shiloh, easing her onto her back to lavish her breasts even more, his hand drifting firmly down her body, sliding across her right hip, his long fingers opening and caressing the length of her thigh as he suckled her. Shiloh couldn’t lie still beneath him, his hand wreaking a burning magic that was making her mew with anticipation. She couldn’t catch her breath and she found herself as if in a tornado of pleasure as he began his sweet assault down the centerline of her body toward her restless hips and legs. She had wanted to please him, too, but the man had a plan and she was helpless beneath his onslaught, wanting to give him mindless pleasure, too.
As his mouth drifted to her rounded abdomen, kissing it, licking her belly button, her hips rose, her cry breathless with anticipation, her fingers digging frantically into his shoulders. Her breath was ragged and the expectancy of his mouth upon her sent her into a primal wildness. Roan eased her thighs apart, his fingers moving slowly inside her curved flesh, testing her, moving slickly into the dampness near her entrance. Her whole world burst into scorching fire as he traced his finger around her gateway.
An uncontrollable shudder worked through Shiloh as she arched against his exploring finger teasing that tight pearl near her entrance, sending her into a spinning universe. He captured one of her nipples, gently biting it and simultaneously placed a second finger within her. She cried out, her back arching, her hands frantic against his shoulders. Within moments, her body convulsed, a seismic shock wave of rupturing pleasure from an orgasm that saturated her lower body and flooded her with keen pleasure. And Roan didn’t stop there. He knew how to get her body to give him everything she had. Shiloh felt a second orgasm shatter through her, her lower body throbbing with such scalding pleasure she felt faint as she suddenly collapsed against the bed.