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Unable to take much more, she found the waistband of his britches and worked her fingers to the front, searching for the buttoned flap. His arousal, gallant and telling, increased her natural boldness. The buttons parted, and her fingers wrapped around the hot shaft. Stroking him caused a surge of boiling flames where his fingers continued to fondle.
“Clint,” she gasped, “I’m on fire with want.”
“Me, too, darling.” His lips left her breasts and found her mouth. “Me, too.”
She pushed his pants down, caressing the firmness of his backside and the tight muscles of his thighs.
He rolled onto his back and shed the pants, tossing them aside. She grabbed his arms, pulling him back toward her.
The smile on his face made her giggle. “I’m a bit impatient.”
“I noticed,” Clint said, kissing her nose, and drowning in the love beating inside his chest. He’d taken a chance on returning, a leap of faith his heart had conjured up. It had insisted she needed him, and he needed her. It was right.
So hard he was ready to burst, Clint fought to control his desire. He wanted to be gentle, give her the opportunity to savor their first time together the same way he was.
“I don’t want to cause you pain, Doreena,” he murmured, searching her moist warmth with his fingers again. The touch renewed his passion, making him throb with expectation.
She spread her legs wide, giving him room to settle his knees between hers. “Then take me now, Clint. Now, before I expire from yearning.”
He eased his fingers away and used them to guide his way into her folds. Cautiously he pushed forward, but drew back before full engagement. She lifted her hips confidently, pulling him forward again.
Their pace grew gradually, every thrust more splendid than the last, and when he entered her fully, she gasped, but her hands clutching his backside and her arched back refused to allow him to withdraw. After a short pause, their mutual momentum began again.
Glorying in her eagerness, he moved, drawing them closer and closer together with every plunge. A natural rhythm ensued, one they both instinctively knew. The pleasure on her face, the way she increased her speed, keeping the movements both equal and enthralling, had Clint reeling with sensations that would forever remain in his mind. The sharing of need, the distribution of give-and-take, was completely unforgettable. It went on and on, until he was overwhelmingly immersed in nothing but their union .
His body grew hard, his time of release urgent, but he held back, watching her face, feeling her body as it reacted to wave after wave of pleasure erupting between them.
“Clint,” she exclaimed, wrapping her legs around his thighs as she met her summit.
He groaned as he discharged in a moment of liberation, becoming one forever with Doreena. The act was exhausting, and invigorating, and made him want to shout at the deep and profound ecstasy. He kissed her instead, thoroughly. When she relaxed and grew lethargic beneath him, he slid off her. Unwilling to experience separation, he pulled her close and caressed her silky skin.
“That was amazing,” she whispered as she settled her cheek upon his chest and her leg across his.
“Yes, it was,” he admitted. “So are you.”
She sighed with pleasure, and he kissed the top of her head as she twisted.
Her gaze was on the tree. A sudden quiver of unease rippled his spine. “I carved that because I figured we’d both lost some of our youth. We’ve been too busy with life to experience the simple, silly things others may have.”
She ran the tip of one finger over his lips. “That’s just one of the things I love about you. No one else could ever understand me the way you do.”
“Nor the way you understand me,” he admitted.
She braced herself on one arm, looking down at him with a glowing, serene gaze. “We both needed a new start. Now we have it. Tristan will inherit the ranch and we’ll go—”
“What?” he interrupted.
She shrugged. “Go to California?”
“You’ve worked so hard. Your pigs. Jeb and Sarah and the others, they need you.”
Her lips brushed over his. “But I need you more. From now on, I’ll be devoted to making you happy.”
He framed her face with both hands. “You’ll make me happy by doing what you do best. Tristan will need your help to run one of the biggest pig ranches in all of Nebraska.”
She nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, he will.” Tiny lines formed on her forehead. “You’d be all right with that? With us helping him, for a while at least?”
“Yes. I fell in love with a woman pig farmer. And that’s the woman I want to spend the rest of my life loving.”
