Page 64 of Savage Rancher
“Of course I do,” I say without hesitation.
“Good.” She reaches up on her toes, pulling my head down for a kiss.
It's not rough. Not claiming. It's something else—something deeper. A promise. A vow.
When I pull back, her eyes are dark with need.
"Take me to bed," she whispers.
63
JAKE
Ilead her upstairs to my bedroom, like I have so many times in the past few days. But this time is different.
This time, I'm not taking.
I'm giving.
I close the door behind us and turn to face her. She's standing by the bed, her hands clasped, her eyes locked on mine.
"Come here," I say softly.
She crosses the room, and I pull her close, my hands sliding into her hair. I kiss her slowly, thoroughly, pouring everything I can't say into the contact. She responds with a soft sound, her body melting against mine.
I undress her carefully—unbuttoning her shirt, sliding it off her shoulders, unhooking her bra and letting it fall. She shivers when the cool air hits her skin, and I run my hands down her arms, warming her.
"You're beautiful," I murmur, my eyes tracing every inch of her. "So fucking beautiful."
She reaches for my shirt, and I let her pull it over my head. Her hands explore my chest, my shoulders, my arms—touching me like she's memorizing me.
I guide her to the bed and lay her down gently, following her down. She opens her legs to make room for me, and I settle between them, bracing myself on my forearms so I can look at her.
Her hair fans out across the pillow. Her eyes are wide and trusting. Her lips are parted, her breathing quick.
"I've got you," I say again, and she nods.
I kiss her neck, her collarbone, the valley between her breasts. I take my time, worshipping every inch of her skin, listening to the soft sounds she makes. When I finally take her nipple into my mouth, she arches off the bed with a gasp.
"Jake."
"I know, baby. I know."
I work my way down her body, kissing her stomach, her hips, the inside of her thighs. As I taste her, she cries out, her hands fisting in the sheets.
I take my time with her, bringing her to the edge and pulling her back, over and over, until she's trembling and begging.
"Please," she gasps. "Please, Jake, I need?—"
"I know what you need." I move back up her body and settle between her legs, positioning myself at her entrance. She's so wet, so ready, and when I push inside, we both groan.
I don't move for a long moment. I just hold myself there, buried deep, looking down at her.
Her eyes are locked on mine.
"I love you," I say, the words rough and raw.
Her breath catches. "I love you too."
