The Rancher And The Runaway Bride: Part 3 Read Online Free PDF

something.”
    She laughed softly, the sound turning into a moan as he rotated the tight bud between
     his thumb and forefinger. “Right. The horses are healthy and exercised. By the way,
     would you please touch my breasts?”
    “I would have said yes.”
    He lowered her back onto the mattress, then leaned over her. Instead of reaching for
     the hem of her T-shirt, he bent down and pressed his mouth to her covered breast.
     Through the layers of T-shirt and bra, she felt his hot breath, then the tantalizing
     pressure of his teeth.
    Fire burned a path from her nipple to the swelling heat between her thighs. Her toes
     curled, her hips arched and she had to bite back a cry.
    She clutched his head, holding him in place, urging him to do more and then more.
     He fulfilled her request, shifting his attention from one breast to the other, teasing
     them both until she couldn’t catch her breath. Then he placed a hand on her belly
     and began to move it lower.
    Long fingers reached for and found the tiny point of her pleasure. He rubbed the spot,
     pressing so she could feel him through the thick fabric of her jeans. Her head tossed
     from side to side. It wasn’t enough.
    As if reading her mind, he undid the button, then lowered the zipper. Still nibbling
     on her taut breasts, he inched under her panties, searching for, then finding, the
     waiting heat between her legs.
    When bare fingers met damp desire, she jumped and clutched at the bedspread. He raised
     his head and looked at her. “You want me,” he said, his voice thick with equal parts
     passion and wonder.
    “What did you think?” she asked.
    He smiled. “I’m not sure.” He rubbed her, then dipped lower. “Wet,” he murmured. “I
     never thought—”
    She didn’t get to hear what he thought. He leaned down and kissed her, plunging inside
     her mouth at the same time he began rubbing over and around the place designed for
     her pleasure.
    He moved back and forth, exploring slick flesh, learning her secrets, all the while
     kissing her into mindlessness. She writhed on the bed, finally pushing her jeans and
     panties off her hips and kicking them to the floor.
    “Better,” he murmured against her mouth. “Spread your legs.”
    She did as he requested. He moved his hand lower and traced the entrance to her feminine
     place. A shudder rippled through her.
    “Yeah,” he said softly. “Want it. Want me.”
    “I do, Brady. I want you.”
    Now it was his turn to shudder. He brought his fingers back to the pleasure place
     and stroked it. Her breath caught and she found herself moving faster and higher.
     In some distant part of her brain she was aware that he was watching her, watching
     the feelings drifting across her face, noting the flush she could feel spreading up
     her neck to her cheeks.
    Then she didn’t care. Everything in the universe focused on that tiny place on her
     body, on the steady cadence of his fingers, on the way he urged her higher, to give
     it all to him. Her blood raced faster, her head tilted back. She clutched at the bedspread
     and dug her heels into the mattress.
    “Now,” he whispered, and in that last moment of coherence, she wondered how he knew.
    She disappeared for a heartbeat, suspended in another dimension. His fingers continued
     to circle around, then the feeling exploded and she returned to a symphony of pleasure-filled
     release. She called his name in a hoarse voice she didn’t recognize and clutched at
     him when he finally held her close.
    He stroked her hair until her breathing and her heart rate returned to normal, then
     smiled when she asked why he had all his clothes on.
    “You’re still dressed,” he said, fingering the hem of her T-shirt.
    “Only part of me.”
    “That’s true. The interesting bits have been exposed.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
    “Are you going to cooperate, or do I have to force you?” she asked, wondering when
     in the past lovemaking had ever been this much fun.