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“Is that a banana or are you just glad to see me,” she murmured sleepily.
He grinned, getting a charge out of how she’d caught him unaware, not only physically, but she was light-hearted, and he really liked that in a partner. He gave her a little squeeze. She rolled over, her eyes still closed. She smiled. Reaching out, her hand landed on his abs, and she played her fingers over the ridges. “These are impressive, by the way, but not a banana.” With a light trail of her fingers, she caressed him all the way down to his huge, rock-hard erection, but skipped over it to cup his aching balls. Buck clenched his jaw, the pleasure so intense it made his whole body respond.
“Hmmm, nice, but still no banana.” Her fingers wrapped tight around the straining length of him. She pushed up on her elbow. “What do we have here? Doesn’t feel like a banana, no curve,” she said in mock confusion.
“It’s not a banana.”
“Oh, thank goodness.” She caressed the length of him with her eyes, and without warning, straddled his hips. He suddenly felt ravenous, greedy, demanding. He snagged the back of her neck and pulled her down against him, her breasts connecting with his chest, warm and yielding. He wanted to touch her everywhere at once, to drown all of his five senses with her essence and sensuality.
Her mouth was so close to his, he ached for her lips, but she braced her hands on either side of his head, and rocked sinuously against his thick, throbbing dick. Her eyes were closed, and her head dropped back. “Damn you, woman,” he breathed. Watching Mari lost in her pleasure was an incredibly arousing sight, but Buck wanted so much more.
She dipped down and brushed his mouth in a tantalizing tease of those soft lips and he slid his hands around to her ass and pulled her closer, fitting the hard ridge of his cock between her thighs. The soft, needy sound she made in the back of her throat, combined with the deliberate way she rolled her hips against his had the blood roaring in his ears and pure passion surging through his body.
“Mari,” he said, his voice hoarse, and she finally had pity on him. She pressed her lips to his, and Buck opened his mouth on her, plunging deeply, taking her into him. She took control, eating him alive, her tongue thrusting between his lips and unhinging him in seconds.
He was a prisoner, his dick going stone hard, his shoulders pulling tight as he tasted her. Savored her. Then suddenly she was gone, leaving him breathing hard. Then her hot, wet mouth was on his nipple, licking and biting, moving lower over his abs until she was kneeling in front of him.
She stared at his erection for several moments, her fingers reaching out and caressing his length with a light brush, a tantalizing tease that had him clenching his teeth and lifting his hips to the promise of those eyes, fingers, and mouth, especially that mouth. His entire body shuddered, and he clenched his fists into the sheet, finally understanding how much power this woman had over him. She stroked his shaft, teasing him some more, tormenting him with her intent. He closed his eyes and grit his teeth as she skimmed her thumb up over the tip of his sensitive head, then she finally gave him what he wanted, her silky mouth sliding over every inch of him.
He groaned at the delicious friction she created with her lips and tongue and fingers as she slid up and down his aching shaft. She added suction, and his body tensed as he fought the overwhelming urge to come.
He wanted inside her and had to have her now. It was an urgent, desperate need that drove him to reach for her and pull her back up. In a quick, powerful move, he flipped her to her back. Her eyes widened in startled surprise, then narrowed in protest, and before her shock had a chance to register or for her to argue, he pushed her knees apart and spread her wide, sweeping his hands down her smooth, supple thighs. Unable to wait another moment to fuck her, he moved up and over her body and pushed the head of his dick inside, pinning her beneath him. Their eyes met, hers filled with glittering desire, and he watched as she gasped and arched into him at his abrupt thrust.
She fit him so perfectly, like slick wet satin gripping him, so tight and sweet, it made him dizzy.
Her bare breasts were crushed against his chest, her knees bracketing his hips and the urge to possess her in the most primitive way possible overwhelmed him. Tangling his fingers in Mari’s soft, thick hair, he held her head in his hands and slanted his mouth across hers in a hot, deep kiss.
His hips moved and her hands slid to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles as he surged into her, again and again, tearing a moan from the back of her throat. His strokes came faster and faster, longer, ruthlessly demanding until she convulsed around him. His need went ballistic. Lost in the rush of sensation, lost in her, he broke the kiss, tossed his head back in pure pleasure, and arched into her as she came again, his thrust hard and infinitely deep. He growled low and raggedly, and his entire body shuddered as he came harder and stronger than ever.
He closed his eyes as his body processed all the sensations running through every pore, his groin heavy and throbbing. She had something that weakened him, and he hated weakness almost as much as he hated being limited. It wasn’t her looks. He’d been with many beautiful women. It might have been her kiss, or the way she talked to him when he’d been injured, or his fantasy of her paling to the reality of her. She could touch him in places he didn’t even know were unguarded. They collapsed, breathing in each other, and Buck’s hand smoothed her spine as he watched her world come into focus. He fell to his side with her, nestling her in the curve of his body.
He couldn’t resist kissing her again. She left him breathless every time. This was more than two people satisfying a need. He opened his eyes, and she was staring up at him with a look that froze him solid. Fear. It was there, then gone, and he understood it in a heartbeat. That fear was all about the loss of control, and the understanding that this was something more than sex. And it was his turn to feel that fear; deep in his gut, an ingrained instinct told him she could hurt him and hurt him badly. Yet even knowing that, he couldn’t stop wanting to be with her, be inside her again.
He shook off the emotions, smiled at her, and she smiled back and snuggled against him. “I’m starving,” she whispered. “How about breakfast? My train leaves at noon. Does that work for you?”
“Works fine, darlin’.” Amusement flickered through him, and he stroked her hip. “My hope is there is no pistachio dust on the breakfast menu.” She laughed softly.
Once they got on the train after he’d gone back to his townhouse and picked up some clothes, they settled into their comfortable seats. She looked so good in her short green-and-white plaid jacket over a wheat-colored sweater, a pair of form-fitting ankle pants, and flats both in black.
“So, we seem to have teenage sisters in common,” she said. “Any other siblings?”
He nodded, warmth flowing through him along with pride. “Yeah, two brothers who both work the ranch and my sister Helen, who’s an RN and is working with Doctors without Borders.”
“Five in your family, too?”
“Is that right? Shoot, I didn’t think many people had big families anymore.”
She regarded him with a half-amused smile. “Well, as for you with all the work around your spread, our business takes a lot of manpower. Why not make it family?”
“Seems like the logical answer. I was too incapacitated when I was at La Buena Tierra, so other than your sister, the doctor?—”
“Sofia, she’s the oldest and married to Victor Morales, and they have a son and daughter, then Anna, second born, is married to Marco Quesada with one son. Then there’s me. Middle child.”
He chuckled. “Me too. Between my two brothers, Cole and Wyatt, and the two sisters.” He reached out and took her hand in his, sliding his fingers through hers.
An uneasy feeling made the hair stand up on the back of his neck, and his attention slid covertly around him. No one seemed to be giving them any heed. He shifted his shoulders. His warrior instincts were usually right on par. “Go on,” he said. His senses heightened.
“Then there’s my only brother, Diego, and his wife, Fernanda, with their two daughters.”
