He nibbled on her mouth. “Good dream?”
“Excellent dream.” She struggled for breath. “Got any more… like that?”
“Yes, ma’am. Time for you to lie back and get what’s coming to you.”
She flopped over, boneless but already wanting more. “I hope you mean…what I’m imagining.”
“Let’s find out.” Levering his big body above her, he nudged her thighs apart and settled down, his weight on his forearms as he dropped his hips.
The blunt tip of his cock touched her quivering entrance and she gasped. “Whoa.”
“Yeah. No latex. Can you handle it?”
“Are you kidding? I can’t wait.” She clutched his hips. “I’ve never—”
“That makes two of us.” He pushed forward, squeezed his eyes shut and cursed softly.
“You don’t like it?”
He opened his eyes. “I love it. Do you?”
“Yeah.”
His gaze darkened. “It’s so good it’s too good.”
“I can tell by your eyes.”
“I’ll hang out here for a little bit, get used to the sensation.”
“I say go for it.” She tightened her core muscles.
His breath caught. “If you do that I won’t have a choice.”
“Want that good dream?”
“You know I do, but can you—”
“You bet I can.” She squeezed again.
“Okay, we’re doing this.” He drew back and pushed forward. “Wow.”
Her thighs began to tremble. “Keep going.”
“Can’t help it.” He began to stroke. Laughing with delight, he picked up the pace. “Damn, Izzy. Damn.”
“Yeah.” Excitement churned through her as she stayed with him, rising to meet each thrust and urging him on. She came first, loudly and with great joy.
He followed, his deep groan vibrating through his body as his cock pulsed unconstrained deep within her.
Resting his sweaty forehead on her shoulder, he fought for breath. “A-maz-ing.”
“Uh-huh.”
He lifted his head and gazed at her. “Rest up while I’m gone. We’re going to do this a lot.”
Chapter Fifteen
CJ dressed on the porch while Izzy leaned in the doorway wearing a Buckskin Ranch terry robe. She looked way too warm and tempting. But if he gave in to that temptation, he’d be late for barn duty.
He could ask her to step inside and close the door, but he appreciated her impulse to keep him company while he buttoned his damp shirt and leaned against the porch rail to pull on his socks.
“I hate seeing you put on those clammy wet clothes. Must feel awful.”
“Goes with the job. We work outside and sometimes it rains. And snows.” He puffed out his chest and struck a pose. “Cowboys deal with it.”
“Okay, Dudley Do-Right. Don’t tell me you’re enjoying the effort it takes to zip your jeans.”
“Truth be told, I’d rather be unzipping them.” He glanced at her. “It’s not easy to leave you, Iz. Especially when you’re giving me that special look and I know you’re naked under the robe.”
“Want me to go inside?”
“I’d rather have you stay and torture me with the gleam in your eyes.”
“I don’t have a gleam.”
“That’s what you think. You have a gleam right this minute.”
“Must be a reflection from the one in yours.”
“That may be so, but I’ll wager you’re thinking about my package, especially while I’m working so hard on this damn zipper. Draws your attention to the significant area.” He gave it one last tug. “Got it.”
“I suppose you think I fantasize about—”
“I fantasize about your body.” He buckled his belt and picked up his boots. “Why should you be any different?”
She laughed. “You’re right. I’m not. I’ve thought about your body quite a bit over the past two months. Might be why I noticed you’ve put on some muscle since I left.”
“Didn’t expect I’d get a chance to show it off.” Leaning against the porch rail, he tugged on his boots.
“To me, you mean. You must have intended to impress some other woman eventually.”
“A few years ago you would’ve been right. I worked on my six-pack for that very purpose.” He picked up his hat from the Adirondack chair and gazed at her. “This time my only goal was to forget you.”
“Oh.”
“You seem surprised.”
“Surprised and sad.” She pushed away from the doorjamb.
“So was I.” He walked toward her. “I had a hell of a time getting over you. I drank a lot and listened to depressing country songs.”
“You got drunk because of me?”
“A few times. Then Nick suggested lifting weights. Seemed like a better way to go.”
She padded out on the porch, barefoot, and stroked his cheek. “I’m sorry.”
“Wasn’t your fault.” He captured her hand and placed a kiss on her palm. “We’d established the ground rules. I’d agreed to them.”
“Because you’d rather have something than nothing.”
“Right.” Releasing her hand, he cupped her shoulders but maintained his distance. No way he’d mess up her white robe. “It’s still true. That thing about not making love until you had no doubts is out the window. I couldn’t hold to it.” His grip tightened. “I crave you, Izzy.”
Her expression softened. “I crave you, too. I hated walking away in April.”
“That helps.”
“I wanted to believe you’d be fine. But you weren’t.”
“Were you?”
“No.”
Relief pushed the breath from his lungs. “That’s good to know. I mean, it’s not, because I don’t want you to be miserable, but if we’re in the same boat, then—”
“It doesn’t mean you should pull up stakes and move to Seattle.”
“Do you have a better solution? Because I—” He stopped when she frowned and took a breath, readying herself for an argument. “You know what? We just made beautiful love to each other and this is a topic that could rain all over our parade.”
“But it’s important. We—”
“I know it is.” Lifting her by the shoulders, he gave her a quick, forceful kiss. “I’ll be back at six-twenty, ready for more of your sweet loving.”
“But we need to talk about—”
“I’d be happy to ignore Seattle for the rest of the night, if it’s all the same to you.” Releasing her, he tipped his hat, spun around and clattered down the steps. He didn’t want to have another argument about Seattle. Not after the most incredible sex of his life.
And look at that. The sun was out. While he’d been loving
