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And I had no intention of stopping.

Cupping her bare breasts in my hands, I bury my face in her cleavage and work my tongue over her skin. Each of her soft sighs fuels me.

Her hands move to my belt and the zipper on my jeans. In seconds, she’s pushed my remaining clothes down into the stream. I kick them off, not even caring if they wash away.

“C’mere, you Hot Hunky Ranch Hand…” she says with a wicked smile. I don’t correct her. She can call me a ranch hand all day long if she keeps the firm grip she has on my cock, running her hand up and down and working me until my skin flames.

“You get me so damn hard, darlin’, and I don’t just mean today.” She may as well know how much she’s tormented me these past few weeks. I’m aching so badly, it takes all my concentration not to come right in her hand.

“Luke…” She tips her head back, and I momentarily freeze, unsure whether to kiss the milky soft skin of her throat, lavish more attention on her taut nipples, or kiss her lower. I choose door number three, planting a row of kisses down her belly. Her hands tangle in my hair and her hips thrust forward.

When I get to the narrow elastic band of her panties, I loop a finger in and drag them down her wet legs and into the water. She steps out of them, and I let them float away.

“You won’t be needing these today, I promise,” I growl, fully intending to make the most of whatever blip of time we have.

“Promise?” I can hear the grin in her voice without even looking up.

“Oh, yeah.” Kneeling in front of her, I push her legs apart enough so I can run my tongue up one inner thigh, loving how her leg quivers in response. I drag my tongue over her clit, holding her ass in both hands to steady her as both legs shake.

“God, Luke. Please…”

“Please, what?” I tease as she practically falls apart on my tongue.

“Fuck. Me.” I barely hear the whisper of her words over the gentle slosh of the stream, but they’re clear enough.

“Shit, I don’t have a condom,” I grit out, angry with myself for the misstep, but it’s been so fucking long since I’ve been with a woman I don’t keep them handy. “Let me make you come on my tongue.

“God, yes…” She grabs a fistful of my hair as I settle into the water in front of her, my knees pressing into the soft sandy bottom. I hold her firmly against my mouth and delight in every one of her sighs and sounds as her hips move against me and her head falls back.

She’s the most beautiful vision I’ve ever seen, and as she shudders under my tongue, I want to give her more, take her higher. Her sighs turn to moans, and I feel her knees start to buckle as she loses control. Holding her tight, I wring every bit of orgasm from her and revel in the weight of her body slumped against me.

I have no chill. No ability to prolong this seduction.

I pull her up with me and kiss her while I fist my cock.

“No,” she whispers. “Let me.” One hand wraps tight and begins to move. My face cupped in her other hand.

Even in our frantic haste to touch and taste each other, I’m aware that this is different from how I’ve felt with other women. Even though I said this doesn’t have to mean anything, I feel something more. We know things about each other that make me want these moments to be more than just fun. I want them to be the beginning of something that goes beyond today. Or tomorrow.

Callie kisses me as I slide against her hand, but then she drops down and takes me in her mouth, guiding me with her hand until I’m as deep as I can go. I almost lose it right then. It’s been so long. She feels so good.

I manage to hold out for a couple of minutes more, but as her teeth gently skim the length of me, I’m done for. She sighs, and I swear, and I thrust harder into her mouth. The water circles my ankles, and a deep ache builds until I can barely stand it anymore.

“Yes…so good…” I think I’m the one talking. “Yes, Callie…fuuuck…”

I come in an avalanche of relief, pleasure, and sweat.

“Cute Cowboy…” She kisses her way up my torso and rests her cheek on my shoulder.

It feels so good at this moment that I let myself hover in the present, reveling in how much I want to be inside her. But maybe it’s better this way. One level removed. The faintest thread of detachment.

This thing we’ve created keeps getting more complicated. I’ve never wanted complicated.

But I want her.

CHAPTER 19

Callie