Page 146 of Rocky Mountain Home

Then instead of clinging to him, she was touching him more intimately. Hands slipping around so she could scratch her nails down his back. Feet hooked around his thighs. He didn’t want to be getting turned on, but there was no way to resist the temptation of Dare in full seduction mode.

Because that’s what she was doing. With her fingers driven into the back of his hair, she tugged him toward her neck. Pulling apart her shirt until her bare breasts were visible. Their heavy weight pressed against him briefly before she rocked back and jerked his shirt free from his jeans.

“Dammit, Dare. Let’s go inside. You can ravish me there.”

She wasn’t listening. What she was doing was rubbing her palm over his dick with deliberate intention. He would’ve had to be dead to not react. When she popped open his zipper, he ignored the twinge of guilt that said they were fools for doing this in the cold air of the unheated barn. The rafters shook, wind whistling through the cracks as she all but ordered him to take her nipple into his mouth.

A sound escaped her, but this time it was sexual instead of fear, and that’s when he decided to hell with it. This was what she wanted. For whatever reason, here and now, she needed him?

Not a fucking problem.

Only he took control. Shifting her hands behind her so that she leaned back enough he could reach both her breasts more easily. Gazing down at her, his mouth watering. “Right here?”

“Yes.”

No hesitation, so he gave none either. Instead he moved in and nipped lightly, and she cursed.

Jesse licked an apology before murmuring against her skin. “Sensitive?”

“Yes. Now, shut up and fuck me already.”

He had his hands on the back of her pants, stripping the material away with great appreciation for the extra elastic in the waistline. Meant he didn’t have to move her far to drag everything off her and leave her bare from the waist down, her shirt hanging open.

She wanted this, and he had no intention of taking his time. It was too damn cold out to linger.

He slipped his fingers over her sex, going straight to her clit. Circling with increasing pressure as he moved up and kissed her, her breasts and belly in contact with him as he got her ready.

She stretched against him, lifting her lips from his. “I need you inside me.”

He tested her wetness, shocked to find she was ready. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Dare shook her head as he backed off just far enough to release his cock. “Please.”

It was the work of a moment to line up with her opening and gently slide in. She’d replaced her hands on the blanket, leaning back so that the only connection between them was the intimate glide of his cock into her passage.

Jesse gripped her hips, watching as his length disappeared over and over. Slowly at first, but as she moaned her approval, something else took control from him. The storm mixed with their lovemaking to create another layer of sound and motion.

He glanced up at her face.

He’d expected to find her eyes closed as she concentrated on finding pleasure, but instead she was staring at him. Her lips were slightly in an O, but her eyes were fixed on his. The emotion written there—fear had been washed away by sexual pleasure leaving something less readable.

Whatever she felt, Jesse felt privileged to be a part of it. To witness it, and make it appear there. She was so damn beautiful.

He was turned on like crazy. Everything about this woman made him want more. He caressed her hips as he slowed the pace just enough to allow him room to touch her clit.

That’s all it took.

“Jesse.” A whispered benediction.

A second later he joined her. Stilling his hips against hers so he could enjoy the tight squeeze of her body around him. Mind-blowing pleasure.

He could’ve stayed there for longer except it was damn cold. “We’re going inside right now,” he ordered, as he pulled free then helped put her pants back into place.

Jesse wrapped her up in the blanket and guided her across the yard and up the porch stairs to the house. As they passed him, tucked into his protected spot out of the wind, Morgan’s tail thumped in greeting against the thick pillow that was his bed. He raised his head from the oversized bone he was gnawing on for long enough to bump his nose against Dare’s leg, and she bent to caress his head.

She was clearly in love with his dog, Jesse realized. Before rushing out to the barn she’d taken the time to give Morgan a welcome-home treat.

Now it was Jesse’s turn to take care of her. Inside the door he pointed down the hall. “Hot shower. I’ll be back after I take care of Danger. We’ll have a drink and talk.”