Page 14 of Her Boss, Her Rancher: Sunrise On The Ranch

The burn began at the base of his spine. Gripping her wrist, he pulled her hand away from him and sheathed himself. His breaths came short. “You have to stop before I completely lose it.”

All he wanted was to flip her over and drive into her again and again, to lose himself in this woman who brought him to life, who crushed the thick conservative shell he’d erected over the years to subdue his wild side, and who made nothing matter but the moment. She was his next breath, his next heartbeat, the whole of his desire.

She slid off the tailgate and shed the rest of the dress. Standing there in her silk underwear, she asked, “Isn’t that the point?” Then she undid her bra and tossed it in the bed of the truck with a wicked grin. “You destroyed my classic Chanel LBD. You’re not ruining my La Perla.”

“I have no clue what the hell you’re talking about, and I don’t care.” Whatever La Perla was, he’d burn it to the ground if it meant exposing more of her to his hungry gaze. He stared at her breasts. Luscious and full, with dusky nipples that had beaded with cold, or arousal, or both.

Water dripped off the tips of her nipples. He leaned forward and laved one point before suckling the rainwater from her skin.

Emma arched in to him and cried out, knocking his cowboy hat from his head as she threaded her fingers through his hair. Pulling him closer, she encouraged him to switch breasts.

He blindly followed her suggestion, desperate to taste every inch of her skin.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, then tugged. “Cade.”

His name, little more than a whimper, drew his gaze to hers.

Eyes wild, Emma crushed her mouth to his, their tongues dueling, tasting, taking.

The result was primal. It was the only explanation he had for his behavior. She provoked that in him, reduced him to the most fundamental and basest of man whose needs overrode common sense and courtesy. He would never hurt her, but hewouldhave her.

Now.

EMMAHADEXPECTEDto have a little fun, to fool around, get the sexual tension worked out between them, and then resume the trip to the ranch. She hadn’t expected to find this insanely sensual man lurking inside the quiet, composed cowboy she’d met earlier. This man seemed sexually starved, driven by a kind of uninhibited passion she’d never experienced before. And he brought the same out in her. He made her want things she’d never wanted, beginning with the kind of sex she was about to have—in the open, under a storming sky, with a veritable stranger.

She didn’t care.

Cade grabbed her hips and spun her around, the heel of one shoe catching against a tuft of grass.

The heel snapped, and Emma stumbled. Strong arms caught her as a deep, dark voice breathed across her ear. “I won’t let you fall.”

“But—”

“Trust me,” he murmured, nipping the outer edge of her ear. “Kick your bad shoe off and bend over the tailgate.”

Strong hands directed her, helping her keep her balance. He stroked one hand slowly down her neck, between her breasts and around the underside of her right breast, continuing down her ribs and coming to rest at her hip. She pushed at him.

With a squeeze, he pressed the hot, hard length of his erection between her butt cheeks. He leaned over her and whispered in her ear, “Still willing to take everything I have to offer, Ms. Graystone? Because we’re about to cross a line here, a line we can’t come back from.”

All she heard was “come,” and it’s all she wanted to do right then. “Please, Cade.Please.”

He swiftly snaked his right hand up between her breasts and gripped her opposite shoulder. “Hold on to the tailgate.”

“Why?”

“To keep your hips from hitting the metal so hard I bruise you. I won’t mark you that way,” he said, voice rumbling against her back.

Sweet hell on fire.She gripped the tailgate and pulled her hips off.

She glanced over her shoulder as lightning flashed again, the strobe exposing his hot gaze locked on her backside. Then he pressed his broad head to her folds, and her legs buckled, shoving her onto his length and drawing a shout from both of them.

Cade grabbed her hips and, with care, worked his way into her tight channel. He was so large it almost hurt, stretching her to the point she whimpered, then gasped.

He froze. “Okay?” When she didn’t immediately answer, he began to retreat.

“Don’t!” she cried. She shoved backward, taking him all the way to the hilt. Then she began to ride him, ignoring the almost-painful friction, sure her walls would adjust. They had to. But Lord save her, he washuge.

Cade took over, stroking her slower, pushing one leg up to give him better access and whispering things she only caught fractions of, things like, “Beautiful, stunning, tight, sexy, hell.”