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She parted her thighs for Dylan’s fingers and whimpered eagerly as they tickled against all of her sensitive places. His mouth devoured hers as he brought her closer and closer to the elusive ecstasy that was just out of her reach. When he kissed down to her chest and latched on to her nipple, LeAnn spiraled out of control. She clamped her thighs around his hand and let the waves of pleasure flow through her as he sucked hard on her nipple, strumming the tip with his tongue.
He started off slow. Every touch of Dylan’s hand felt as soft as a butterfly’s wing caressing her oversensitive nerve endings. LeAnn knew she couldn’t take much more of the sweet torture. She wanted to feel the calloused roughness of his palms over her curves, feel him clutch her backside possessively as he licked eagerly between her thighs.
“Please,” she murmured, lifting her hips up to his waiting mouth. When his tongue touched her core, it felt like skyrockets danced behind her eyelids. LeAnn stretched lethargically, loving the rasp of his beard against her inner thighs. Incoherent now with pleasure, she could only murmur the word “Oh,” over and over again. As his talented tongue danced over her sensitive folds, touching the responsive bundle of nerves at the juncture of her thighs, LeAnn knew she’d never forget this night. She wanted this glorious feeling to last forever. She wanted to remember the softness of the sheets, and the spicy musk of the sandalwood and patchouli that still clung to their bodies after the bath. The erotic sound of him lapping at her wetness helped her tumble endlessly into oblivion.
She wasn’t sure how long she lay there, stunned and floating from sensual overload. LeAnn was dimly aware of him kissing back up her body.
“Dylan,” she whispered, trying to push him back so that she could return the favor. After a few more long kisses, he relented, lying back.
“Be gentle with me,” he joked.
Avoiding the bruised area of his ribs, aside from a tender brush of her fingers, LeAnn kissed his hip and then eagerly gripped him in her hands. She stroked him once, twice, loving the way he felt.
Dylan hissed in pleasure and his eyes rolled back. “You do that so well,” he said. “I could come just by watching you.”
“Okay,” she said softly and continued to stroke him, every now and then leaning over to lick the tip.
Unable to resist not being able to taste him, she took him deep in her throat, moving swiftly up and down his shaft. His fingers were rough in her hair, tugging and pulling, but that just drove her wilder. He finished down her throat with a strangled grunt and a whispered fervent prayer, “LeAnn, sweetheart.”
Now it was his turn to lie spent and panting on the sheets. Reaching into his toiletry bag, he pulled out a condom and wordlessly handed it to her. “If you don’t mind doing all the work, I’ll make it up to you once my ribs are back in fighting condition.”
“My pleasure,” she said. And it would be. Rolling the condom down his thick hard length, she positioned herself over him. Easing his shaft inside her, LeAnn sank down on his hardness. As always, he filled her deep and tight. She had to take a quick breath as her body adjusted around him.
“I’ll be gentle,” she said breathlessly, and began to move so that the friction built up slow and easy between them as she softly bounced on him. He cupped her swaying breasts in his palms and thumbed her nipples, pinching and tugging lightly when she picked up the pace, needing to feed the beast that was growing within her.
The bedsprings creaked as the headboard rocked back against the wall. She was chanting his name now, mindless in the pleasure his body was giving her.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he said. “Come for me. Let me see you lose control.” Dylan’s voice was shaky and breathless. LeAnn knew he was moments behind her. Gripping his shoulders, she forgot to be careful. He didn’t seem to mind as his fingers tightened around her hips. She wanted him to leave marks. She wanted him to mark her as his.
“Dylan,” she screamed as a forceful orgasm shook through her, weakening her limbs and sapping her strength. She remembered in time to roll off him, so she didn’t put any more pressure on his bruised ribs.
“Was I too rough?” she whispered, pressing a kiss on his bicep.
“You were perfect,” Dylan said. “Just perfect.”
Chapter Eighteen
Tulsa, Oklahoma
The ride to Oklahoma wasn’t the usual chore with LeAnn sitting next to him. They had an early start with breakfast at the retreat center. Fueled up on bacon, eggs, and pancakes, Dylan went over to the barn to check on Lola one last time.
“This isn’t goodbye,” Dylan promised her. “I won’t be able to get that ranch we were looking at, but there’ll be another one. And then, you’ll have all the hay you want and wide-open spaces to roam around all day.” He patted her neck and rested his forehead on hers. Dylan was going to miss her, but he was more than pleased with the surroundings and the level of care that she was going to get at the Three Sisters Ranch.
“We’ll take good care of her,” Janice Sullivan had said, shaking his hand.
“I appreciate that.”
Like they had planned, they took several rest breaks. Stopping for a picnic lunch at a rest stop wasn’t very romantic, but it felt good to stretch his legs and to feel the sun on his face. LeAnn even flipped through the binder he had put together about ideas for the horse ranch.
“You should put this on the computer, so you don’t lose it.”
“I will,” he said. “But I like the feel of the paper. It seems more real when it’s actually in front of me instead of electronically on a screen. Besides,” he said, “some of the motels I stay in have crappy internet service.”
“Have you ever thought about finding an investor or a partner?” she asked.
He made a face. “I’d rather do it on my own, but I might consider it if things got desperate.”
“What did your parents say when you told them about it?”
