Rocky Mountain Romance (Six Pack Ranch)
you call a sure thing.”
    “You’re not ready, and I haven’t finished getting you there. We were interrupted back at the pub.”
    He lowered her until she lay flat on her back on the island countertop, chest moving rapidly with every breath. Her pale-blue eyes burned him with white-hot fire as she waited in anticipation for what came next.
    “Now, where were we?” He leaned over, sliding a hand down her belly to open the button of her jeans and lower her zipper. “That’s right. I was just about to get you off when my brother interrupted.”
    “That was rude,” Melody agreed before qualifying her statement. “It’s very impolite to ever take a break in the middle of giving me an orgasm.”
    Steve grinned as he slipped his fingers through her folds and into her body. “Next time I won’t stop.”
    Her eyes widened at his words, and Steve made a note of it, stroking in farther as her body wet his fingers. “Oh, you like that idea. Is that one of the things you played with while you were away?”
    “Getting fingered in public?”
    “Any kind of fooling around in public. You like the idea of getting caught, or the idea of being watched?”
    She shivered, and he increased the tempo of his hand, slipping into her warmth then pulling back to tease her clit. Her underwear and jeans rubbed the back of his hand as he sped up, reading her body cues.
    He leaned over, staring into her eyes as he continued to torment her. “It’s been too damn long, Melody, and it’s going to take days to do everything I want.”
    She lifted her feet to the countertop, knees spread wide as she rocked against him, the tension in her face increasing as he brought her closer to orgasm.
    He kissed her, this time using his upper body to pin her in place as he continued to pump his fingers deep, dipping his tongue into her mouth at the same tempo.
    The most amazing noises escaped as Melody wrapped her hands around his shoulders and tugged in an attempt to move him.
    No frickin’ way. He wasn’t going anywhere.
    He pulled back far enough his lips brushed hers as he spoke. “We have so many things to try that we’ve never done before. Everything you’ve ever imagined, everything I’ve ever dreamed of. I’m going to take you so far past your fantasies your feet don’t touch the ground.”
    She whimpered, her breath puffing against his lips as she struggled for air. “Oh lordy. Oh, that’s good.”
    Under his fingers her clit was a tight little ball, and he pressed down. Flicking his thumb back and forth rapidly until she cried out, her head tilting back as her body arched.
    He moved away just far enough to watch as she came, her entire body bowing as he stroked her to climax. She shook, clutching his shoulders, her mouth tightened into a rosy pout, her eyes half-closed as she purred out her satisfaction.
    He could watch her do that all day long. “Damn, that was sexy.”
    He slowed his touch, gentling the motion as aftershocks continued to rack her body.
    “Nice.” Melody sighed happily.
    Nope. “Wrong word,” Steve warned, shifting back into a position between her legs.
    Melody leaned up on her elbows, confusion building. “What you talking about—?”
    Then she didn’t say anything else because he’d put his mouth between her legs and put his tongue in to play on her clit. Her thighs trembled under his hands, hips rocking as she moaned her approval.
    He paused for a moment, glancing up to see a broad smile stretching her face. Steve hummed. “God, you taste so good.”
    He went back to work, lapping like a starving man. Melody thrust her fingers into his hair and held him in place, one gasp of pleasure after another escaping her lips until she was quivering.
    Another burst of satisfaction rang out as she came, and the sound thrilled him even as his cock pressed harder against the confines of his jeans. It had been too long, and with every touch, Steve remembered a little more why he had enjoyed being with Melody so very

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