Rough Ride by Keri Ford Page B

cover himself and centered between her legs. He cupped her face and kissed her again, not getting enough of those special Gretchen kisses that drove him crazy.
    He pushed the head of his cock into her tight entrance, planning to tease her, but the tiny move, her wet heat right there, licking the head of his cock, he couldn’t wait anymore and he pushed forward. Her body opened and she gasped. Her legs fell apart wider as he still pushed, wanting all the way in. Wanting that tight, gripping entrance to wrap around his cock and hold him.
    He thrust until he could go no further. Hips on hips. Her gasping lungs pressed against his chest. He pushed hair from her face. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
    “Lord, no.” She reached her hands down his sides. Her fingers stretched along his hips and he rocked against her. Immediately her thighs squeezed his legs, her insides held firm to his cock and he thrust. Now that he was here, now that she couldn’t be taken away from him, he slowed down. Needing a moment to catch his breath or he would spill before getting started.
    He moved in easy strokes. Took his time and made love to Gretchen. Savored all of her cries and gasps of air. Slowly took her as her fingers curled against his sides and her hips lifted to meet his strokes. But he couldn’t hold off forever, not after all of the time he’d spent wanting her and he picked up his pace. Thrust faster, harder.
    Her hands shook against him as she moved them up his chest and wrapped them around his neck. She pulled him down, his head against the crook of her neck as he filled her over and over. Her fingernails pressed in his back. Her insides squeezed so hard on him he was coming faster than he wanted, but he couldn’t help it. Gretchen did this to him. Made things different from every other experience.
    She cried his name at last. Her body stilled and he thrust again, giving over to his orgasm as she squeezed and held him tight. He rolled off her, but kept her tucked against his chest. He cupped her cheek and angled her to look up at him.
    Her eyes were drowsy, a lazy smile on her lips. He stroked his thumb across her cheek. “Didn’t get to ask you, but, how was your day?”
    She smiled. “Excellent now. Yours?”
    “I’d say the same.” He could not stop touching her or caressing her sides or back. It was dangerous, he knew. He should probably get out of this bed and keep this what it was, but he couldn’t. This, right here, was what he wanted. Pillow talk. A soft woman in his arms drawing circles around his nipple. Instead of doing the right thing, he relaxed in his bed, kept her tucked against his side and just enjoyed the moment of not needing to do anything or be anywhere. “I cleaned out a big section today then chopped a load of firewood.”
    “Firewood?”
    He nodded. “Trent figured some of the townspeople could use some of the firewood. He talked with Tonya, and she’s put a notice out in her diner for first come, first serve. Usually men pull up, chop what they want and go. This was an older woman. I chopped for her.” He squeezed his stiff hands from gripping the ax all afternoon.
    She breathed deep and managed to scoot a little closer. “Well aren’t you cute and adorable.”
    He grinned, because yeah, he knew he was racking up the brownie points.
    “You must be starved after all that.”
    “Little bit. I put a dinner in the oven, but turned it off when I found you waiting for me.”
    “Good thing. You didn’t even look in the refrigerator, did you?”
    His stomach growled. “You brought me something?”
    She nodded.
    “What?” The idea of Gretchen cooking had his stomach rumbling already. Yet another reason he should remember what this was between them, but couldn’t. It was going to be pure hell returning back to Louisiana. All he could do was take what he could now and maybe that’d be enough for later.
    “You’ll have to go see.”
    He pulled away and stepped out of bed. She chuckled as he