Page 14 of Ash on the Range (Red Hart Ranch #6)

HIs lips traced the shape of my own, pressing a little firmer. I sighed and let him in, letting him lay me back on the rug, tucking me beneath his body. Out here, there was no one to see us, no one to offend or tell us no.

For the first time since we arrived at Red Hart, we were alone and it felt so damn good.

Will eased his thighs between mine, pulling back to break our kiss with a question written across his face. I stretched up, needing him closer, but he shook his head.

“Tell me if this is too much,” he murmured, cupping the back of my head and massaging my scalp deep enough to draw a moan from my lips for a different reason than how his weight pressed against me felt. “Tell me to stop any time, Cassie.”

“But I don’t want you to st–”

His thumb brushed over my lips and settled there, silencing me. “You might change your mind,” he whispered. “I don’t want to take that choice away from you, now or ever. I want you so damn bad, but that doesn’t mean I won't listen to what you want, Cass. Do you understand?”

I nodded, my throat too tight to get the words out. “Kiss me?” I finally managed to blurt.

Will huffed part of a laugh against my mouth. “Yes, ma’am.”

His kiss started slow but sensual, his tongue sliding between my lips as he pressed his body against mine in a rhythm I could deny. A hitched gasp tore from me as he pushed my legs apart with his knees, the memory of what we’d done the night before flooding back.

Heat flushed me from where our lisp connected to where he ground against me, sensation zinging between the two points.

I ached for him to be rougher, like he’d kissed me before, move fast, pull my shirt off, something.

But today’s version of Will Kirk seemed intent on torturing me with every hour we had left together in slow motion.

A deep moan left me as he found a spot on my hip and ran his thumb down the inside, beneath my jeans.

“Please,” I whimpered, uncaring how I sounded. “Will–” I tugged at his shirt as he laughed softly.

“Desperate little thing, aren’t you?” he murmured, trailing his lips across my jaw line and over my collar bone. “Can I take this off?” he tugged lightly as the material of my tee with his teeth.

Fuck yes.

“Please,” I whispered again , reverted to begging for the smallest thing already. “I need…”

“Need what?" He toyed with the hem of my tee, lifting it up and dipped his head to kiss the curve of my stomach. “Cassie?”

“You,” I managed as he tugged the top over my breasts and nipped one through my lace bra. “I need you.”

“Where?”

“Inside me.” Heat rocketed from between my thighs to my cheeks. I was sure my chest flushed, too. “I ache–”

“Not yet you don’t.” He cut me off, swirling his tongue around my nipple as he rocked his hips into the cradle of mine. “Not yet.”

Then all I could do for a long time was make soft sounds he seemed to like until my soft sounds grew into louder ones. I gripped his hair, winging my fingers through his curls and came, pinned to the ground beneath him as he sucked and flicked on my nipple through the lace of my bra.

And he hadn’t even taken my clothes off yet.

“Will,” I mumbled as he managed to peel the clothing off that should have been gone a while back. “Why haven’t we done this earlier?”

He laughed out loud, unbuttoning his shirt and shucking it off to join mine. I lay on the blanket, my knees pushed wide by his, staring up at his defined abs and the heavy muscle I knew he earned every day working his ass off from before dawn until well after dusk.

And did it again and again and again.

This was not the sort of man who pumped iron or didn’t know how to change a tire or do a job.

He understood hard work. He’d probably also only wear a suit a handful of times in his life, and he’d never work in an office.

But the longer I wanted him, the less those things mattered to me.

The girl I’d been before I met Will Kirk, that girl’s expectations of this life, that all changed in the last month.

I reached for him, the same question in my eyes that had been in his a few minutes ago.

He nodded slowly, leaning forward so I could trace my hands along the hard ridges of muscle that layered his torso.

He didn’t need to flex or so off like many of the other boys might have done, I suspected.

Will just waited patiently while I explored, flinching only once when I touched his shoulder where he’d been hurt a while back.

“Sorry,” I murmured as he reached down and flicked the button on my jeans. “It still hurts?”

“Sometimes,” was the only answer he offered, intent on peeling the denim from my skin one inch at a time.

Will leaned forward, licking the insides of my thighs. Warmth, then coolness hit my skin as he took my panties with my jeans to my ankles and wiggled them over my feet. “Take your bra off.”

I stared. “What, you don’t have magic hands for that too?” I challenged him.

His wicked grin was my answer as he pushed my legs apart and knelt between them.

Then his tongue was on my flesh, and I didn't fight him any longer.

The only problem I had was trying to concentrate while he ran his tongue along my skin until I moaned aloud.

My head hung back as I arched, my hands trapped beneath me as I failed to work the clasp on my bra.

“That’s a view,” he muttered, his breath warm on my clit.

I shivered, pressing my hips up, and gushed a little.

“Christ, you are needy,” he hissed. Digging his fingers into my thighs as he dipped his head and sucked on my clit.

Warmth dropped onto my thighs and I knew it wasn’t from him.

My cheeks blazed anew as I finally managed to unhook my bra and threw the offending garment as far as I could.

What started life as a small cry ended as a heady scream when Will nipped my clit between his teeth and sucked at the same time.

That scream echoed around us, filtering down the mountainside as I bucked beneath him. Strong hands pinned me into a place where he refused to let me up until I screamed again, this time with his name on my lips.

“Please,” I was back to begging, but I no longer cared about the whys or anything else, needing him to stop torturing me. I spread my legs wider, sending him inside me and a moment later wrapped my thighs around his shoulders, aching for him to be closer. “Will, please–”

Two fingers thrust straight inside me and I came hard at the intrusion as he flicked my clit with the tongue fast and light.

His fingers didn’t stop pumping either as I rode his hand.

Bliss obliterated everything, the view, the ground beneath us, everything but his arms around me holding me to his body.

Everything but his name on my lips, my need to call him to me, pull him deeper into me.

“Fuck,” he growled, his mouth slamming onto mine, glossy and wet and tasting like me.

I moaned as he pressed his cock between my legs, reaching for him.

He knocked my hand away impatiently, leaning back to tear into a crinkly pack and rolled a condom onto his length.

I watched him through hazy eyes. My legs spread wide and draped over his hips.

Will fisted his hard length in one hand, stroking between my legs with his other.

“Do you need me to stop?” he asked, breathing hard. “Tell me, Cass.” His voice strained, but he asked and I knew if I hadn't known already, that would be the moment I loved him right then.

“If you walk away now, I'll stalk you for the rest of your life,” I joked faintly, running my fingers along the top of his thigh. “Please, will. I want this really badly. So much. A lot?—”

He leaned forward and pushed inside me.

A scream built at the back of my throat but he stole that too, slanting his mouth over mine as he settled his weight over me. I panted hard for a moment into his mouth, torn between moaning and a full emotional and sensory overwhelm.

“Fuck,” I whispered, clasping my hands around his shoulders, and holding on. My nails dug into his skin and even though I knew he’d hurt a little before, Will gave me no sign right now. “This is?—”

“Am I hurting you?” Will braced one forearm beside me, lifting his chest off mine.

I urged him back down. “Don’t you dare go anywhere. I need you right here.” I squeezed my nails into his back, just a little, and he lowered his body back so we were chest to chest, sharing every breath.

“Like this?” he murmured, brushing his mouth over mine, his hips flexing slightly.

“Just like that,” I whispered as he began to move.

And then I couldn't talk, not at all, and when he kissed me and didn’t stop, I didn't try to.

Will made love to me under the fall Montana sun, letting me wrap my legs around his thighs, cradling me in his arms as I arched and came around him.

He never stopped and he never rushed us.

And he never let me rush him, no matter how I dug my nails into his back or my heels into his ass, tilting my hips upward and silently begging for more.

I didn’t know how many times I came around him, only that our bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat that pooled between us.

His hold on me never wavered, and his kisses never stopped.

Finally, the sensations became too much.

I flung my head back, breaking the kiss as the next orgasm rent something deep inside me.

My scream echoed back off the mountainside at us, and Will’s arms tightened around me.

“Fuck honey. That’s a beautiful sight.” I came down from my Will-induced high to find him staring down at me, absolutely still for the first time. “Can you do that for me one more time?”

I stared up at him, his face dark, then realized how dark it had become around us. Clouds set in behind him and a cool breeze brushed my overheated face in the lightest kiss.

“Once more,” I breathed, unable to promise him anything else just then.

He watched me for a moment longer, leaned down to kiss my swollen lips and caught my knee, lifting it over his shoulder.

One hand braced behind my head, the other cupped the back of my neck as he flexed his hips deep, snapping them at the end of his thrust. A yelp tore from me that I didn’t think I’d be able to give after the magnitude of my last orgasm, and a groan echoed above me.

“Gonna be rough and fast, okay honey?” Will warned me, his eyes as wild as the sky above us.

I nodded, gripping his biceps tight, unable to close my hands around them.

That was all the permission he needed, driving his hips forward until my cries filled the cliff line, and my throat turned raw.

But I couldn’t look away from the man above me as I clung to him.

His eyes locked onto mine, refusing to look away as he thrust deep inside me, once more and again, touching some part of me so hidden I didn't think I'd ever be able to find it. Some part of me that was made for him.

I screamed again as my body tightened around his, drawing him deeper, vaguely away from Will's shout as came with me, both of us lost and tumbling endlessly, but together.

And then we were holding each other, wrapped around each other's bodies. I let out a sob into his chest as he stroked my hair.

“Christ, it took too long for us to be together.” Will buried his face in my hair. “I’m sorry, Cassie. That should have happened sooner.”

I wanted to slap him but I was too tired. “You wore me out,” I accused him softly, curling into the space he made for me between his arms, against his heart. “I’m?—”

“Perfect,” he whispered, kissing me so tenderly that I swore my heart shattered and reformed all at once.