Page 22 of Her Boss, Her Rancher: Sunrise On The Ranch

“Anything else I can get you?”

His words were drenched in sensual promise and she shivered again. What she wanted to do with him in a shower—thisshower—would no doubt make him blush to the roots of his hair. “I’m pretty sure what I’d ask for isn’t on the menu, especially with your family sleeping upstairs.”

His blue eyes darkened and his hand went to his belt buckle and paused. “My parents had heavy insulation put between the floors. There’s no threat we’ll be disturbed.”

She nibbled her bottom lip, thrilling when his gaze landed there and his pupils expanded. Well, she’d wanted a fling. “Lose the pants, cowboy.”

He shucked his jeans and slipped into the shower, his hungry stare roaming over her body with unchecked desire. “Turn around, hands flat on the wall.”

She complied, the hot water pounding against her as she planted her hands on the tile.

Cade pressed his hard body against hers. He molded the line of his chest to her back and settled the thick, hard length of his cock against her, sliding slightly. Water flowed over their bodies and found its way into the crevices between his ridges of muscle and the column of her spine. Their skin grew slippery.

What was it about this man and water?

In a swift movement, he slipped his hands under hers where they remained on the tile wall. It was the work of a moment to twine their fingers together, curling his hands into fists. Then he stood up, pulling her with him as he crossed his arms over her chest and held her that much closer to him.

Emma spun and dropped to her knees. She stroked his cock, root to tip. Resting a hand on his hip to help keep her balance, she slowly fed the length of him down her throat, as deep she could take him. She risked a glance up.

Eyes wild, he’d pushed his damp hair off his forehead and held it in fistfuls as he watched her with absolute awe. “I thought... I mean, I didn’t think... I’m pretty sure I don’t...why are you...best ever...want you so bad...sweet hell...don’t want to ruin...” His eyes fluttered closed, but the scrambled fragments from his mouth didn’t. And the harder she worked him, the faster he babbled.

Finally, she pulled back with a single lick to the very tip of his shaft. “I don’t remember you being such a talker, Mustang Sally.”

“Mustang Sally?” he asked, face slack as his gaze went from his cock in her hand to her mouth and back.

“You called me Manhattan. Mustang Sally was the first thing that came to mind at the moment.” She grinned. “We’ll just shorten that to Sally to keep it easy for everyone.”

“You can do—” he flapped a hand, eyes wild—“thatand stillthink?”

“Advantage of being a woman. Giving amazing head doesn’t switch off my common senseormy brain. Also gives me the chance to figure out my next move.”

Cade reached for her, but she moved faster than he did. Emma closed her lips over the swollen head of his erection and again swallowed down as much of his length as she could, working her way down and then up to the tip. Cupping and massaging his testicles very gently with one hand, she maintained her balance with the other.

He gripped her head, encouraging her efforts with unabashed enthusiasm. His hips pumped, thrilling her that she could drive him to this level of pleasure so quickly.

Slipping a couple of fingers into her own heat, she began stroking the tight knot of nerves there. She whimpered around his thickness.

Wide eyed, Cade watched her and, realizing what she doing, groaned. He tried to pull away. “I can’t, Emma. I can’t hold on...can’t hold out. You have to stop.”

She shook her head, working him over with her mouth even as she deftly manipulated herself. The crest of orgasm built, driving her toward the pinnacle.

Strong hands gripped her under her arms and pressed her against the wall. “Legs around my waist. Fast.”

She managed to get her legs around him even though his skin was slippery.

“I’m clean. No sex since I was last tested. You still want me to get a condom?” he asked, voice tighter than piano wire. “Because I will.”

“Same. Haven’t had a lover. Three years. Tested twice since. Celibate. On birth control. Can’t wait.” She spoke in broken sentences and didn’t, couldn’t, care. “Now, Cade. Now.” Reaching between them, she guided him to her core.

He slid in with one solid shove.

She bit the soft spot between his shoulder and neck to muffle her shout. He was large, she was sore and the two succeeded in making her positively quake in his arms.

Cade hesitated. “Emma?”

“Move,” she pleaded.

Spreading his feet and bending his knees, he dug his fingers into her skin. He retreated only to pull her down so his shaft scraped her clitoris. Over and over he withdrew only to drive into her with tenuous restraint.