Holidays on the Ranch (Burnt Boot, Texas #1)(62)

“Callie, my precious Callie.” His voice was low and hoarse when he propped up on one elbow and lowered his mouth to hers.

He slowly undressed her, removing her shirt, socks, and underpants. She didn’t even notice where he tossed the pieces of clothing, because hot sensual kisses on every part of her body had erased all thoughts of anything but wild abandonment in Finn’s arms.

He traced the outline of a moon pattern on her face. “You are gorgeous, Callie Brewster.” He bent low and kissed the tip of her nose.

Every nerve ending in her body hummed with want. She pressed her body tighter against his and ran a hand inside the thermal knit shirt that covered a bed of soft dark hair. She cupped his face with her hands and kissed him with so much raw passion that she felt like she was burning up.

“You are driving me insane, Finn O’Donnell,” she gasped.

“Must be that full moon, because you’re doing the same thing to me,” he said.

Taking time to kiss her from lips to belly button, he continued on down her body and even kissed the soles of her feet, making her squirm and moan. Who would have thought that knees and feet and inner thighs could be erotic zones? Everywhere he touched with his hands or his lips felt like a blowtorch next to her body. She wanted him to stop; she wanted him to never stop.

“You are making me bat-shit crazy!” She tugged his shirt up over his head and gave it a toss into the darkness. His pajama pants followed, and she stared at his nude body in awe.

“My God, you look like a Greek god in the moonlight,” she whispered.

“Darlin’, Greek gods do not have black hair. They’re all blonds,” he said.

“Darlin’, I’m telling this story, and you are a Greek god in it.” She pushed him back on the pillows and straddled his waist. She’d had a few relationships but never had she been so uninhibited, never had it felt so right as it did right then.

“Do Greek gods do this?” He rolled on top of her and with a powerful thrust began a rocking motion.

“In my dreams they do.” She arched against him and nothing mattered but satisfying whatever it was that was between them. She dug her nails into his back, and he landed a hard kiss on her lips, his tongue probing her mouth, kisses turning him on as much as the ultra-hot sex. She reached first one climax and then two before he finally buried his face in her neck and said her name in a hoarse drawl.

“Oh. My. Sweet. Lord,” she gasped.

“If every time gets more intense, we’ll burn out the relationship,” he said hoarsely.

“But what a way to go.” She nestled down into the crook of his arm when he shifted his weight to one side. He kissed her eyelids, her forehead, and then her mouth, and they slept until the first rays of daylight drifted through the window.

She awoke to find Finn staring down at her, a smile on his face.

“I’m going to love having you this close every night.”

“We won’t be like a flash in the pan and fizzle out. Promise me we won’t, Finn.”

“I promise.” He stretched out beside her. “We’re in this for the long haul, darlin’. We’ve got four kids to raise.”

“And a granny to take care of in her old age,” Callie said.

“But right now, in this room, there is only the two of us.”

She flipped her body over on top of him and guided him into her. “Now there’s one of us,” she whispered.

He rolled with her, and her legs went around him. Her hands looped around his neck and brought his lips to hers in a fierce kiss that held the promise of a future together as they made love like Callie had never known. It was more than sex, more than gratification, and words could never explain the warmth that penetrated her heart. She hoped it would never end and that this was just the beginning of a lifetime of memories.

“Oh. My. Blessed. Soul,” she said when they reached satisfaction at the same time.

Finn collapsed for a few seconds then propped up on an elbow. Still gasping for air, he managed to kiss her passionately.

“I feel like I’ve defied gravity and I’m floating,” she panted.

“I’m right there with you,” he said.

“I’m going now, Finn. We’ve got four kids to get ready for church,” she said.

He hugged her tighter. “You know I had a crush on you over there, but…”

“I didn’t know. But I’ll confess that I had one on you, too.”

“What in the hell was the matter with us?” He grinned.





Chapter 19


Polly, Gladys, Verdie, Olivia, Ricky, Adam, Martin, Callie, and Finn—that’s the way they were lined up down the church pew. Two weeks before that day Finn had been getting ready to move to Burnt Boot and was resigned to spending a winter alone with only Shotgun for company. He’d gone to church with his parents and his brothers’ and sister’s families that Sunday in Comfort, Texas. Last week, he had attended right there in Burnt Boot with Callie and Martin. This week he had the better part of a pew with him when he walked into the church that morning.

“If we grow by this much another week, I’ll have to build another wing on the house,” he leaned over and whispered in Callie’s ear.

“Just don’t move me out of my new room. I like that secret passage,” she whispered back.