Page 82 of A Rancher's Vow

The caress of his tongue over hers. The brush of his thumb stroking the side of her neck. The scratch of his five o’clock shadow over her neck as he kissed a path across her jaw and lower.

The towel loosened, slipping to pool around her waist. His lips meandered in loops over the top of her breast curves to her nipples, then under and over again.

Charity closed her eyes partway, far enough her vision blurred, but wide enough that the happy, contented glow of teeny candle flames danced against her retinas.

Dustin groaned against her belly. “I made a tactical error not setting this up in the bedroom.”

She stroked her fingers through his hair, over and over, the coarse texture teasing her senses. “I’m not complaining about anything so far,” she pointed out.

A soft chuckle brushed the curls over her mons. “Good to know.”

She’d been all sorts of wrong earlier when she’d dismissed the candlelight as a lost cause with her messed-up brain. Turned out having Dustin slowly but earnestly eat her up was exactly what she needed.

He slipped his fingers through her curls, opening her to his searching tongue. Charity eased her legs wider and lay back more fully on the couch.

“I trust you,” she whispered.

“Let go. I got you.”

The next second, his tongue was on her, small intimate licks over her labia and clit. Teasing touches with his fingers dipping into her sex then retreating. His mouth closed around her clit, and he sucked lightly as one finger slipped in deep. Then two, a steady stroke in and out that sent tingles along her spine. Charity raised her hands to her breasts and cupped them, pinching her nipples with thumbs and forefingers.

The stroking continued, but Dustin’s licking stalled out. “Goddamn, Tee. You’re killing me.”

“Feels good.”

Another set of easy but precise licks followed before he spoke again. “Squeeze your breasts again. That’s it. I love watching you. Your skin glows, your nipples so tight.”

He groaned as he pumped his fingers, curling the tips against the sweet spot inside her, and Charity gasped.

“Someday I’m going to fuck you in a chair. Reverse cowgirl. Maybe find a mirror so you watch my hands on your breasts, my cock shuttling in and out of your pussy. Me, all around you, taking you up and over.”

“God, this feels good. Lick my clit, again, Dustin. I’m so close.”

“Do it. Let go,” he ordered, his lips on her again.

A solid pulse of pressure, and she was breaking. Hips rising toward his mouth, fingers fisted in his hair to keep him right where he was. Giving to her, loving her with his mouth and hands and eyes. The dirty words and the candlelight and all of it, for her.

The aftershocks of her orgasm pulsed as hard as the initial blast, and Charity welcomed each one, the cares and worries of the day erased for now in the best way possible.

She closed her eyes and sighed happily.

His girlall lazy and satisfied was the biggest turn-on ever.

A soft laugh escaped her lips when he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. “I’d offer to walk, but I’ve forgotten how.” She turned her head and rested her cheek on his chest, stroking one hand along his jaw, heavy-lidded eyes staring at him intently. “You’re so damn sexy.”

“You’re fuck drunk,” he said with a smile.

“Not possible.” She pressed her finger to his lips. “You didn’t fuck me.”

“Yet.” He laid her on the bed, her naked skin a soft brown in the faint sunlight coming in the window. “Stay here.”

Charity lifted a hand and waved it randomly. “No running a marathon until you get back. Got it.”

Man, if he wasn’t worried about burning the place down, he’d have said screw it to the candles and stripped down and stayed by her side.

Most importantly, though, his plan to fill her head with something other than the disasters of the day seemed to have worked. That was what mattered, not the fact he was so fucking hard he wondered if he might break something rushing to and from the bedroom.

Candles extinguished, he tore his shirt over his head as he entered the room, not sure what he was going to find. Heck, she could have fallen asleep—which would be good for her.