Wind River Wrangler (Wind River Valley #1)(70)
“I told you: surprises.” He tangled his fingers through her hair, nudging it across her shoulders. It barely crossed Shiloh’s mind that Roan knew she was a worrier and that by distracting her with his delicious male body, it would focus her on something else. Something positive. And oh, so good.
Roan drew in a deep, ragged breath as she moved like a sinuous cat against his hips, engaging his erection, feeling her wetness claiming him already and he wasn’t even inside her. “You’re a worrywart, Darlin’. We’ve talked about the situation. We’ve come up with a plan. You need to let it go.” He slid his hands down her sides, feeling how warm and velvety her flesh was beneath his fingertips.
Shiloh gave him an amused look. “You do know that men’s and women’s brains are created differently? That we think differently?”
He shrugged, hands settling on her hips, anchoring and firmly bringing her down upon him. “What? You gals have a worrywart brain?” he teased, chuckling.
She grinned, moving slowly up and down his growing length, watching the reaction in his face, the way he drew in a sharp breath, desire for her burning in his narrowing eyes. “Very funny, black ops guy.” Her eyes closed as Roan arched, reaching, stroking her entrance. A sweet quiver moved through her. “Ohhh,” she whispered, a purr slipping from her lips. “You feel so good in me. . . .” and her mind melted as he thrust fully into her slick depths. Her back arched and he gripped her, holding her as he began a slow, deep campaign to have her focus only on the burning, building pressure between them.
He expanded her, filling her, the sensations intense and making her exhale as scalding heat throbbed pleasurably throughout her lower body. Roan had barely touched her; merely teased her and she was so wet. So ready. Her body was aching for relief. That was amazing to Shiloh because it had never happened before. Maybe Roan was right: He held a lot of surprises and he was going to share each and every one of them with her. A low, guttural cry erupted from her as he stroked, teased, and triggered an orgasm within her. She stiffened, paralyzed with the radiating heat pushing outward in wavelets throughout her lower body, hurling her off that delicious cliff called pleasure.
She felt herself collapsing against Roan as the orgasm dissolved into continuing fiery undulations moving outward within her. His hands moved slowly, memorizing her, cupping her cheeks, thrusting deep into her. Roan gripped her, holding her against him, not done with her or her vibrant, throbbing body. She began to heat up once again with those short, sharp thrusts against that knot of nerves near her entrance.
A low sound caught in her throat as he captured her completely with his strength, guiding her body, milking it, drawing out a second orgasm that surprised Shiloh as it flowed sweetly through her. Roan understood female anatomy, no question, and she lay gasping against him, her fingers dug into his thick shoulders, eyes tightly shut, hurled into a bright universe of stars, suns, and moons. She heard him growl her name, felt him lift his hips, fusing with her, taking her hard and quick. There was no time to catch her breath, her flexing body so much living putty between his hands, hips, and body. Within moments, he grunted, stiffening, hands strong against her hips, arching into her, frozen with pleasure as he climaxed deep within her.
Shiloh had no idea where time went. Only that she lay on top of Roan with him buried within her quivering body. The sweat between them made their flesh slippery against each other. His hands roamed her body, soothing it, drying it, caressing it and making her feel lazy and indolent against him. Their combined sex scent filled her nostrils and it was a dessert of another kind to Shiloh. She weakly smoothed her hand across his damp shoulder, smiling softly, unable to speak; she could only feel and absorb him as a man. A very special man. No one was like Roan. No one.
Roan slowly eased out of Shiloh and then brought her to his side, tucking her in and pulling up a sheet to their waists. The tips of her hair were damp and curled from the perspiration between them. Her lips were slightly swollen from the hungry, branding kiss he’d shared with her earlier. Best of all, there was that Mona Lisa–like smile on her beautiful lips that told him everything. He’d satisfied her completely. Nothing made Roan feel better than pleasing his woman. It was everything. The sharing had been spontaneous, intense and hot.
Shiloh made a little sound of contentment as he leaned down, moving her hair aside, placing a slow, wet kiss against the nape of her neck. Automatically, she surged against his body, like a cat rubbing herself against him, the act sensual, teasing, and intimate. His kisses were provocative, her skin reacting wildly to his tongue, the small nips of her flesh, and then the kiss following the sensations. Shiloh had never felt so loved, so attended to, as if she were a priceless, fragile, sacred being who was being worshipped by a man who truly did love her.
Roan knew how to please her in large and small ways. The last thing Shiloh remembered thinking before she drifted off to sleep, exhausted and happy in Roan’s arms, was why did she wait so long to walk into his life? He’d offered it to her before, but she’d been too afraid to take that step. And how much in the last two weeks had she missed by not being a risk taker with this man who was incredible in every way to her?
Chapter Seventeen
Roan quietly studied Shiloh as she slept. He had eased away, long before sunrise, to get ready for another day of work. The beginnings of dawn, that grayness between night and day, filtered silently around the drapes, allowing him to see the light softly caress her peaceful sleeping features. Her red hair was a tangled mass, but it only made her look that much more desirable. She was made for him. And he was made for her. Only, he knew that and Shiloh didn’t. At least, not yet. A thick strand had dipped across her smooth brow and he gently lifted it away, allowing it to slip across her smooth, white shoulder.