Page 30 of The Rancher's Wedding Deception

His expertise in getting a woman out of her clothes was slightly unnerving, but she forgot all about that as he unclipped the front clasp of her bra.

He then took a step back to take a good look at her, and Heaven felt herself turn pink as his burning gaze devoured her flesh.

She tried to cover herself, but he caught her wrists and gently lowered her arms back to her sides.

"Let me look my fill of you, baby."

The words had her biting back a whimper, and even though she tried—-she really did try her best to stay still for him—-it was just impossible!

"I can't," she choked out.

She heard him chuckle even as embarrassment made her wish the ground would swallow her up. But when she made another attempt to cross her arms over her chest, he was just as swift to put a stop to this, andaaaaah!

He suddenly had her up in his arms, and her legs involuntarily locked around his waist as he had her back against the wall.

What in the world is he going—-aaah!

She had her answer the moment his lips closed over one nipple.

Hale, oh my Hale.

It was so excruciatingly good to have him suckle her nipple like a babe.

Gently at first.

Then harder and harder.

Until the lines between pain and pleasure blurred into one, and all she could do was grip his head as he moved to its twin, and it started all over again.

Yeeeees.

Her inhibitions were no match against the flaming need of her flesh, and she could only sob out as she found herself pushing her nipple deeper into his mouth.

"Please."

She didn't think she could bear another moment of this.

But she also knew she would die if he were to stop.

"Please, Hale—-"

He wrenched his head away, and she cried out in protest.

No, please no!

His mouth covered hers in a kiss, but just when she was thinking she was too greedy to think that amerekiss wasn't enough—-

"Haaaale..."

It truly wasn't.

And Hale knew this, too, with the way he was now sucking on her tongue—-hertongue!—-while his fingers began plucking her nipple.

Pluck! Suck! Pluck! Suck! Pluck! Suck!

Her sanity was no match—-just no match at all!—-against the carnal rhythm, and in mere moments, her arms had automatically tightened around his neck, and so did her legs around his waist.

Here it comes,she thought dazedly.