Roped Tight (Ryker Ranch #4) - Kim Loraine Page 0,13

leaving them where they lie before removing his hat and setting it on the table.

"Sammy, we're gonna need to talk about that kiss."

I swallowed past the lump in my throat. A churning in my gut that had nothing to do with unease had my skin humming with anticipation. "I'm sorry about that."

He took a few steps closer to me, fingers unbuttoning his shirt as he walked. With each button, each pop of the pearls, my cock grew harder. It was like the damn thing had a mind of its own, and when Tucker Weston was around, it wanted to be seen.

"You're sorry?"

I had to dart my tongue out to wet my lips before I could speak. "I … misread the situation."

The slight twitch of his lips made my chest tighten. Was he smirking at me?

His shirt open all the way to his belt buckle now, I couldn't avoid staring at the lines of his tight abs. Smooth ridges of muscle, all strong and masculine. How had I denied what I really needed, wanted, until now?

"You didn't misread a fucking thing." He draped his shirt across the arms of the chair mine was hanging on. He was standing so close. His hard body within reach of my fingers. And, fuck how I wanted to touch him. I'd wanted to touch him so badly since our moment in the truck, but he'd avoided me. He pretended like it hadn't happened.

"What are you —"

I didn't get to finish the sentence. He gripped the nape of my neck and pulled me hard against him, our chests brushing each other as his lips crashed onto mine. God, the scrape of his beard on my mouth sent tingles straight to my dick. If I hadn't been hard as stone already, I would’ve been now. Instead, my balls ached, my dick throbbed, and my head fucking spun. Tucker was kissing me like he'd been starving for me.

I groaned against his mouth, opening mine just enough that he could push his tongue inside. His skin was hot under mine, and I fought a shudder of longing as the toned muscles of his back tensed where I touched him. I let my fingers roam his body until they reached the waistband of his jeans. Then I tore my mouth away from his, both of us breathing heavily, his hand cupping my jaw.

He stared into my eyes and took a long breath. "God, I've been wanting to do that."

I chuckled. "Well, I think you should do it again."

Tucker

Sam felt like my wet dream come to life. His skin was hot and smooth, punctuated by thickly corded muscles, rough, callused hands, and a spray of crisp hair across his chest that tapered down in a light dusting all the way to his belly button. He was so fucking sexy. I'd known he would be. I'd watched him riding, the way his hips moved in the saddle, the way he held on for dear life to those bulls as they whipped him around in a desperate bid to get him off of them. Sam was not a weak man. He was a cowboy, through and through. Born and bred to bring honor to the name. And this cowboy was at my mercy right now.

I leaned closer, grabbing his hat and taking it off his head, not giving a damn that it was bad luck, not caring that it might distract him from what I wanted to do. I pressed open-mouthed kisses to his jaw, then his neck, and down across his collarbone as I slowly moved to drop to my knees in front of him. I was hungry, hungry for so much more than this.

His breaths came in ragged draws as his hands fluttered around me, stopping my movement, showcasing his nerves. "What… What are you doing?" His slight stammer made me chuckle.

"I'm taking what I want. Hasn't anyone ever sucked your cock before?"

His eyes went wide. Then his cheeks turned a deep pink. "I… I mean…"

It hit me, then and there. Sam Ryker was a virgin. How could this beautiful man have gone without anyone? "You've done this before, right?"

"Not with another man."

I'd suspected that he hadn't fully come to terms with his sexuality when he kissed me in the truck. But I'd also expected that he would have at least done some fooling around. "So you let a girl put her lips on you, but you're worried about me?"

He shook his head. "I had a girlfriend in high school. We