Men to Trust: Boss Man / The Last Good Man in Texas / Lonetree Ranchers: Brant. Diana Palmer

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СКАЧАТЬ was the most erotic experience of his entire life. Despite his experience, and he had some, it was new territory for him. He had inhibitions as surely as Violet had. Most of his encounters had been in dark rooms, at night. It was the first time he’d gone this far in broad daylight, and that was as erotic as the sight of Violet’s pink nudity under him on the carpet. He began to shiver with each rough movement as he found his way ever deeper into her soft body.

      “I’ve never done this…in broad daylight. And I’ve never watched, Violet,” he bit off, his deep voice strained as he looked into her blue eyes.

      She swallowed, hard. Her lips were parted on gasping breaths as the pleasure built and began to funnel up in her. She stared into his eyes, shivering, climbing some invisible ladder of pleasure toward what felt like an unbearable goal.

      “I’ve…never,” she choked.

      His jaw clenched as the pleasure began to bite into him. “I know,” he groaned harshly. His eyes closed on a wave of ecstasy that arched him above her, his hips pinning hers violently as he drove for fulfillment. “God…I can’t…stop!” he moaned.

      Violet’s knees drew up on either side of him, enhancing the madness of delight. She arched again and again, her eyes wide, her mouth wide, as she looked into his eyes. They were almost black with desire.

      “I feel you,” she whispered brokenly. “I feel you…in me!”

      The anguish tripled at the erotic little whisper. His body ground hers into the carpet with violent, urgent motions that were more desperate than experienced. Her back was going to be raw, he thought in one last burst of sanity. Then he felt her convulse under him and cry out, and contract around him. He exploded, his eyes closed, his body helplessly impaling her in one last furious downward movement that lifted him to a level of climax he’d never known.

      Violet felt him, tasted him, bonded with him in that space of seconds. The pleasure slowly fell to bearable levels and she wanted to weep, because it was so exquisite, and so very brief. She looked at him while he gave in to his own need, her eyes hungry on the length of his body, rippling muscle and thick hair on his chest, down to the flat stomach that was pressed so close to hers, to the long, powerful legs lying between her white thighs.

      It should have been embarrassing, to see them like that. But she was only fascinated by the newness of intimacy.

      She looked back up to see his face clenched, damp with sweat, as he slowly came back to himself. His eyes opened, dark, somber, sated.

      She reached up and touched his mouth. She felt his body shivering in the aftermath, as hers was. He looked…shattered.

      He collapsed on her, his forearms catching most of his formidable weight. His face pulsed at her throat, damp and sucking at breath. He shuddered. Her arms slid around him, cradling him. She felt him against every inch of her. She felt him, still inside her, still pulsing softly.

      “Gosh,” she whispered, awed. Her legs curved around the back of his and her body lifted in soft entreaty.

      “Optimist,” he murmured.

      She laughed softly. She knew what he meant. Men spent themselves, and then it took a long time before they were capable again. She’d never indulged, but she’d heard other women talk.

      “When I felt you stiffen, I could have shot myself,” he said at her ear. “I lost it. I knew you were a virgin, and I still couldn’t stop.”

      Her hands smoothed his dark, wavy hair. She looked up at the ceiling, vaguely aware of the cats moving around the room, of a breeze fluttering the curtains, of a distant car passing on the highway on the horizon. She’d never been so close to another human being. She knew, finally, what it was to be a woman. She’d never dreamed that it would be Blake who taught her how to make love.

      He drew in a long breath and rolled over onto his back, bringing her over him so that he could look up into her wide blue eyes.

      His hand went between them and came up with a faint trace of blood.

      She blushed.

      He searched her eyes for a long time. “I didn’t have the presence of mind to think about protection, either.”

      She didn’t know what to say. She was still halfway in and halfway out of a new reality.

      His hands slid down her body to her wide, soft hips. “Lift up,” he murmured sensuously.

      She did, curious, until she saw his eyes go hungrily to her breasts. His hands slid up to them, cupping them softly. He eased her onto her back and his mouth made a meal of them, kissing and tasting until she rippled all over with renewed desire.

      He groaned as his body responded with renewed arousal and sudden urgency. “Are you sore?” he asked roughly.

      “I…well, I don’t…ouch!” she gasped when he touched her where the tissues were torn from their first intimacy.

      He ground his teeth together. “Sorry,” he whispered.

      She could feel how hungry he was. “You can,” she whispered back. “It’s okay.”

      He felt those words to the soles of his feet. She would have let him, despite the pain. It humbled him to know that.

      He bent to her mouth and kissed her softly, with exquisite tenderness. She tugged at his hips, but he didn’t respond.

      “No,” he said softly, and he smiled at her. “Not unless you can take as much pleasure from my body as I take from yours.”

      She was fascinated by the reply.

      He kissed her again, very softly, and then rolled away from her. He tugged his clothes back on and stood up to finish the fastenings. He looked down at her as she pulled her discarded dress against her breasts and stared at him confusedly.

      “I’ll make some coffee,” he said quietly, aware of her sudden embarrassment. “Then we’ll talk.”

      He walked away. She struggled quickly back into her things, noting the curious stares of the twin Siamese cats, who probably had never seen such confusing behavior from their resident human pet. It made her self-conscious.

      By the time he came back with a tray, she was sitting on the couch feeling waves of embarrassment and shame.

      He sat down beside her, fixed a cup of coffee the way he knew she liked it, and handed it to her. He saw the tears she was trying not to shed.

      He reached over for a tissue from the box he kept by the lamp and wiped her eyes with a tenderness that said more than words.

      “I haven’t had a woman for over two years,” he said bluntly. “I’m sorry. I lost control the minute I started kissing you.”

      “It’s all right,” she choked, sipping coffee. “I didn’t exactly fight for my honor.” Tears started rolling again, staining her cheeks while she tried not to let him see how upset she was.

      He took the coffee away from her, tugged her into his arms, and dragged her over into his lap. He held her while she cried, rocking her in the silence of the room. He felt satiated. His body was more relaxed than it had been in years. He felt СКАЧАТЬ