Page 11 of Oops I Fell For The Rancher Next Door

Two fingers press inside her, curling up. She's tight, hot, soaked. Her back arches off the mattress. I keep the rhythm steady. Tongue on her clit, fingers stroking that spot that makes her legs shake.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop."

I don't. Her hands are in my hair, pulling, and when she comes, her whole body locks. Thighs clamping around my head, voice cracking on my name, inner muscles gripping my fingers. I work her through it until the aftershocks fade, until her grip loosens, until she's breathing in ragged pulls.

I kiss her inner thigh. Stand. Unbuckle my jeans. She props herself on her elbows, watching me strip with eyes that are glazed, half-lidded, hungry. My cock springs free and her gaze drops.

"Condom," she says. "Please tell me you have a condom."

"Nightstand." I reach for the drawer. Roll it on while she watches. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip.

I climb over her. Brace on one forearm beside her head. My free hand runs down her side, over her hip, gripping the back of her thigh. Hitching her leg higher around my waist.

The head of my cock nudges against her entrance. Wet. Hot. I push in slow, watching her face. Her eyes flutter shut. Her mouth opens. Inch by inch until I'm buried and we're both still.

"Look at me."

Her eyes open. Dark. Full.

I pull back. Thrust in. Deep, slow, rolling my hips. She gasps. Wraps both legs around me, heels digging into my back. My forehead drops against hers. Every stroke deliberate, grinding against her clit at the bottom. She's so warm, so tight, her body pulling me deeper.

"Harder." Her nails rake down my back. "Cade, harder."

I grip her hip. Drive in faster. The headboard taps the wall. She moans, arching up to meet me, her breasts pressing against my chest. I bury my face in her neck and fuck her with everything. Deep, steady strokes that make the bed frame creak.

Her hand slides between us. Fingers finding her own clit, circling. The sight of it nearly breaks me. My rhythm falters for one beat before I lock it back in, angling my hips up, hitting her deeper.

"Come for me." My voice is rough against her ear. "Let go, Shelby."

She shatters. Clenching around me, pulling me in, her cry muffled against my shoulder. Two more thrusts and I follow, burying deep, groaning into her neck while my vision whites out.

We stay tangled. Breathing hard. Her legs still wrapped around me, fingers tracing lazy lines down my spine. My weight braced on my forearms to keep from crushing her.

I pull out carefully. Deal with the condom. Come back to bed. She rolls onto her side, one hand tucked under the pillow, watching me.

"Hi," she says.

"Hi."

A smile. A real one, unhurried, reaching her eyes for the first time since I've known her. My chest does something complicated.

I pull her against me. Her back to my chest, my arm heavy across her waist. She settles in, pressing back, fitting against me so naturally it doesn't make sense.

"Your cabin is warmer than mine," she murmurs.

"Insulation. The previous owner did it right."

"Mmm." Her fingers trace over my forearm where it rests on her belly. "I forgot what this feels like."

"What?"

"Safe." The word comes out quiet. "Being held by someone and feeling safe."

My arm tightens. Just slightly. Enough for her to feel it.

We lie there while the dark fills the windows. Her breathing slows. Her fingers still on my arm. She falls asleep in my bed, warm and solid against my chest, and for the first time in five years this cabin doesn't feel empty.

My phone buzzes on the nightstand. I reach for it without moving the arm that's around her.