Page 93 of A Rancher's Heart

Tamara turned back, and after resting the head of his cock on her open bottom lip, placed her palms on either side of her hips against the wall.

If anything, Caleb got harder. It was all up to him now, rocking forward and watching his cock slip into her mouth. She tightened her lips, sucking hard as he dragged back, and that sense of impending explosion grew tenfold.

He tried to keep it slow. Tried to keep from rutting forward like some out-of-control sex fiend, but she’d closed her eyes and was making the most delicious noises. Encouraging him to go harder, deeper. Pressure increased rapidly until he was seconds away from disaster.

“Tamara—”

She must’ve understood his question because she opened her eyes, and even stretched around his cock, it was clear her lips were curled in a smile. When she sucked extra hard on the next thrust, Caleb lost it. He stilled, deep in her mouth. The rhythmic motions of her swallowing stripped every last bit of control from him.

It was a good thing he had both hands on the wall or else he would’ve tipped right over. His legs shook so violently the house could’ve been in a full-on earthquake.

He finally regained enough brainpower to pull back his hips, his cock coming free with a pop. Tamara smiled as she rose to her feet, arms tangling around his neck. She kissed him, tentative at first as if she wasn’t sure how he’d take that idea, but to hell with that.

He pressed them together, pinning her to the wall as he kissed her hungrily. Pants still hanging, his ass out, and wave after wave of happy endorphins flooding his system.

The best part? He had no intention of letting her go any farther than his bed for a good long time.

A light turned on behind them, and the floorboards squeaked at the end of the hallway.