Rough Ride by Keri Ford Page A

that stiffened through his cock was damn near painful. Using his fingertips, he traced the lines of her ass. Around her side, her hips and lower back and up her spine. He kissed her shoulder, neck, tasting her as she awakened in his arms. A satisfied moan rolled off her tongue. Of all the words she’d said, the sounds she’d made, that one barely heard sigh touched every nerve ending along his body.
    Her back arched, her naked ass pressed to his lap as she stretched. “Welcome home.”
    “And what a welcome.”
    She rolled to face him and he pushed her to her back. The afternoon light poured through his bedroom window. Her hair was blonde, but in sunlight it nearly glowed. Her cheeks too. Or maybe that was just her. She was just so pretty. He raked sleep from the corners of her eyes and still just, so pretty.
    He leaned down and sealed his mouth over hers. Again, kissing Gretchen was unlike kissing anyone. Her whole body stretched and arched under him. She pulled him against her. Her mouth insistent, all from a kiss. She was needing and begging but also taking. She tasted of sweetness and woman. Smelled of those flowers and girl scents from when he’d first walked into the house.
    He moved his hand up and cupped a breast like he’d been dying to last night. Just leaning forward, leaving a kiss on the raw redness from her bra—it liked to have killed him. But not tonight. She was all his, all evening. She moaned under him as he rubbed his thumb across a tight nipple. Lifted her chest, pressing her breast into his palm and he squeezed a little harder, pulled at the tip just a little bit more and her breath caught.
    He dipped his head and pressed a light kiss to the top, a sooth after his roughness, only to move his mouth and do it all over again. Then he squeezed her other breast and sucked that one in his mouth while he pulled on the other. Flicked his tongue across her tight nipple until she panted. Her hands scraped across his head and held him tight to his chest.
    “Lane.”
    He pulled her breast into his mouth again and she straightened and tensed. Hips bucked. Her wet opening stroked his thigh and his cock hardened a little more. He dropped his hand down to her belly. Her stomach was tight under his touch as he moved passed her belly button and his fingers slipped between her curls. Her thighs squeezed against his hand as he stroked along her entrance and inserted a finger in her gripping heat.
    She gasped and he covered her mouth with his, kissed her while he slid his finger deeper inside. Her hips curved and moved with his hand. He flattened his palm to her front, hitting her sweet center and rocked as she came apart in his arms. After all this time, there wasn’t going to be any slow build up. Already he was aching to the point of tight pain pulling on his balls. They’d danced around this too much. He wanted her too much. He tested another finger in her and she stretched beautifully beneath him. Flushed skin, trembling body. God, she was a sight. She stilled. Her head lay back and he kissed down her throat past her cleavage and settled between her legs.
    “Lane.” She gasped for air, but he didn’t want to hear whatever she might have been asking for. Wasn’t sure he could survive another moment if she said something he was aching to hear in her breathy whisper. He put his mouth to her opening and licked, sucked. She was sweet, light on his tongue and there was no stopping the moan of complete satisfaction rumbling through his chest as he licked and savored.
    All that pie she ate had no doubt soaked through her skin and flavored her body. Because that’s what she was, a sweet dessert. He nibbled at her until she was close again. Her body tightened around his tongue. Her thighs squeezed on his ears and she cried out his name. Her voice echoed through the room, wound through him faster than it ever had before.
    He moved over her for a condom from his nightstand. Fumbling with the package, he managed to