Roped Tight (Ryker Ranch #4) - Kim Loraine Page 0,40

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The instant his lips touched my skin, I jolted, writhed, and electricity raced up my spine. Shit.

"God, Tucker. Your mouth."

I missed everything about him. But I couldn't tell him that, not yet. Could I?

"I haven’t even gotten started yet,” he murmured, his short beard rubbing against my inner thigh, only adding to my need.

“Well, what's stopping you?”

"Absolutely nothing."

Then he engulfed me in his warm, hot mouth, and instantly, I shoved the hat off his head, gripped his hair, and held on for dear sweet life. I was already so close. So close I was gonna come right the hell now if I didn't get myself under control. I thought about anything I could conjure to distract from the feel of this man's mouth on my cock. But God, it was so good. He was so good. No one had ever turned me on like him.

He hummed low in his throat as I leaned against the tree and let him have his way with me. The vibrations racing down my legs only added to the tension building in my balls. I was gonna lose it. I didn't care. He reached around me and grabbed the backs of my thighs, pulling me closer, deeper into his throat. When he swallowed around me, I let out a sharp bark of pleasure. It was the only warning I could muster before I came in a beautifully desperate way. He didn't stop until every last drop was wrung from me. Until I was left a boneless, sated mess.

Sitting back on his heels, he smirked and wiped a slight trail of my come from his lips.

"What am I going to do about you, Sammy?”

I had no fucking clue.

13

Tucker

I wasn't sure what just happened, when it had changed between us, but I was so glad it had. Sam writhing and moaning under me was one of the most erotic things I’d ever experienced. His hands in my hair, his soft keening noises I didn't think he even knew he was making. All those things together filled me with a sense of pride. That I could elicit that response from him filled me with absolute pleasure.

“What’s going on behind that broody-eyed stare?” Sam asked, coming up next to me, his shoulder brushing mine.

I stared out over the quiet land and took a deep breath. “Just…thinking.”

“About?”

About how I wanted to do this again. For him to do it to me. I’d take whatever I could get from him. And more than that, I needed to take this all the way, past the point of what we’d already explored, so I could feel his need and make him scream my name.

But I didn't know where he stood. When and if he wanted this to be something real, or if he was still living his life in a shadow. Was it really a hard limit for me to let this be nothing more than fun? I wasn't sure anymore. Originally I’d put my foot down and said I wouldn't be just someone to have sex with. Now, I didn't know if it would be possible to go without him. If that was the only way I could have him, was it worth knowing this was temporary? Maybe.

Damn, I was pathetic. So in love with this man, I couldn't think straight. But if I told him that, if I was honest about my feelings, would he run?

“I don’t know what’s going on with us, Sam,” I finally said.

“Well,” he murmured, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to the skin of my neck. “It seems to me that we’re making good use of the time we’ve got together.”

“And when does that time end?” I couldn’t look at him. It made my heart ache. “When you’ve worked out all your tension? After you’ve decided you don’t need to punish me anymore for letting you leave?”

He crossed his arms over his chest and took a few steps away from me, his strong jaw clenched tight. “I’m not punishing you.”

“Aren’t you? Cause that’s how it feels. I know I hurt you, but I thought I was doing the right thing. Look at all you’ve become.”

His shoulders shook with the force of his breaths. “You think I’m better off because you did the right fucking thing? I wasn’t some kid who couldn’t make his own choices. My dad had cancer. If I was planning to stay, it wasn’t just because of you.”

“Tell me we’d still be together after all this time? Because you aren’t even honest