The Rancher's Fake Girlfriend - Leslie North Page 0,34

love to her. It was hard to keep her feelings in check.

Chad took her hand and led her out of the small bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

“You’ll be down the hall a ways. I hope you don’t mind.”

Hannah tried to suppress the ripples cascading up and down her arm. Chad’s hand alone was enough to make her think of all of the incredibly naughty things she wanted to do to him. She followed behind him like she was in a trance.

“Right here,” he said, opening the door.

The room’s rustic roots had undoubtedly been touched up by Noelle’s feminine hand. The wood paneling was painted a soft cream, and the massive bed had a mix of light tan and white floral bedding. It was a surprisingly romantic space in a house mostly filled with testosterone.

“It’s beautiful.”

She glanced at Chad and saw that he was staring at her with the hunger again. Lit only by the moon, he looked even more like a god than usual, his hair almost white and his skin tinged with a blueish glow.

Before she could say anything, Chad was on her, his body pressed against hers and his arms pulling her close. He walked her backwards towards the bed, almost like they were dancing, while his lips plundered hers.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” he breathed against her mouth.

She didn’t answer, instead grabbing at the hem of his T-shirt and tugging at it impatiently. She needed to feel his skin, to let her fingertips glide over the firm planes of his back and ripples of his chest and stomach. She fought for her breath as Chad owned her mouth, nipping, kissing, and licking her lips until she felt like she couldn’t stand.

“Take this off,” she pleaded, fisting his shirt.

“You first,” he whispered as he let his fingers tease at the top button on her blouse.

He opened it and planted a kiss on the skin revealed, just below where her heart-shaped locket rested.

“You are so soft.” Chad sighed.

He opened the next button down and kissed her again, near where her bra dipped between her breasts. She couldn’t control the little noises she made as he scorched her skin with kisses, working his way down the front of her blouse. A sigh. A moan. A growl. After he reached the bottom button and gave her a tiny kiss right on the belly button, he pushed the blouse off her shoulders and let it flutter to the ground, leaving her in just her pink bra above the waist.

Before he could make another move, she grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it up, returning his volley of kisses with her own. She worked her way up from his waist as she slowly slid the shirt up his body, letting her palms drag along his skin. A lingering kiss right above his belt buckle, then another one a few inches up on his taut stomach, a trail of kisses and licks up the center of his chest and up his throat. She pulled the shirt over his head then stopped just shy of kissing his mouth. They stood toe to toe in the dark, devouring each other with their eyes.

“You drive me insane, do you know that?” he whispered, his mouth teasingly close to hers.

“Same.” She sighed, her eyes half-closed and expecting to feel his lips on hers at any moment.

“Every time I see you all I can think about is what I want to do to you.”

She felt drunk from the feeling of wanting him.

“And what might that be?” she asked, inching closer to his lips.

He answered by smashing his mouth against hers, as if the few minutes of waiting had driven him half crazy. Hannah arched into him as his arms closed around her, pulling her tightly against his body. His fingertips deftly unsnapped her bra and pulled it off without missing a beat. They kissed desperately while they tried to finish undressing themselves and each other without pulling their lips apart.

Chad backed Hannah up the final few steps to the bed, still kissing her as he lowered her down on it. Everything around them dissolved, and nothing mattered but the feeling of him on top of her.

He finally pulled away and searched her face, lightly drawing his thumb across her cheek. “I hope you’re not tired, because I’m not letting you go to sleep for hours.”

Hannah didn’t answer, but instead threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled his mouth back to hers.

She woke with a