Wind River Rancher (Wind River Valley #2)

“I think we’re sex starved.” She laughed breathily. “I love having you give me orgasms nearly every night.”

Nodding, he moved his lips against her velvet cheek, nuzzling her. “And you’ll get as many as you want,” he said gruffly. Her hair tickled his face and nose as he kissed each corner of her smiling mouth. A mouth that made him go hot and hard every time his gaze settled on it. Shay had no idea of the sensual, sexual woman she was, but he was going to open those doors fully to her so she could appreciate what she brought to him. She was a feast in every sense of the word.

“Mmm, that’s an offer I cannot refuse.” She sighed, turning, meeting his mouth, opening to him, absorbing his male power against her lips. The moments turned molten, the silence cosseting them as he once more teased her nipple. Catching her off guard, a moan of satisfaction caught in her throat.

“You’re like a finely tuned instrument,” Reese rasped against her mouth. “So sensitive . . .”

Shay arched into his hand as he continued his campaign to make her swoon.

“You’re so wild, so willful, and natural . . .”

He opened her and she willingly offered herself to him as he moved his warm, hard body over hers. Meeting his narrowed eyes, the eyes of a hunter wanting his woman, she thrilled to the predatory look he gave her. It was a promise of so many wonderful and intense sensations to come. Ever since their first time, when he couldn’t control himself, Reese had made sure of her satisfaction before taking his. Never once would he come before he’d coaxed at least two or three orgasms out of her. Then, and only then, would he release himself within her. He was part wild animal, part male, and the tenderness with which he held her, loved her, had made her cry on more than one occasion. Shay had never known what real love was until Reese walked into her life. She knew they were both damaged. But their love was a potent unguent that was helping them to heal a little more each day.

“Reese”—she sighed brokenly, feeling him nudge her entrance—“we’re not going to sleep tonight . . .”

“No, I guess not. You okay with that?”

She laughed softly, opening her arms to him, pulling him down upon her, opening fully to him, feeling him slip deeply into her. “Oh . . . yes . . .”





Chapter Twenty-Three


Reese waited until noon, when he stopped their Ford pickup beneath a large oak tree near the fence that was next on the list to be repaired. The warmth of the early September day felt good on his back. Off to the west he could see storm clouds churning and gathering over the Wilson Mountain Range, not sure if it was going to be rain or snow by the time it reached the valley sometime sooner, not later. He opened up a small cooler that was strapped in the back of the pickup, carrying it over to beneath the oak tree. The leaves were already turning bright colors or had turned brown after they twirled to the yellowing grass beneath the shade of the tree.

Today, Shay’s hair was in a ponytail and she was wearing a blue baseball cap. She’d removed her leather chaps, laying them across the fender of the truck, placing her dark blue nylon jacket on top of them. Beneath the jacket she wore a tight-fitting red T with long sleeves. His body went on alert as his gaze swept her breasts, remembering the feel and weight of them in his hands, her pink nipples so tight and needy. He couldn’t look at Shay without having a sexual reaction to her.

Reese smiled to himself, thinking how innocent she really was to the world of lovemaking, but she caught on damn quick.

Earlier, Shay had brought out a worn green wool blanket from the cab. He quickly removed rocks and limbs from beneath the tree and then she laid it on the ground. Her cheeks were flushed, her blue eyes radiant. He’d never seen her happier. Hell, he was equally happy. Even his PTSD seemed to have diminished in volume and intensity. Maybe that’s because they were heady in love with one another.

“All ready,” Shay called, on her hands and knees, smoothing out the last of the wrinkles so he could set the red and white cooler down on it.

“Hungry?” he asked, placing it near her. He took off his Stetson and then got rid of his chaps, laying them along one edge of the blanket.

“Starved.” She flashed him a wicked look as she opened the cooler. “I never realized how sexual I am until you walked into my life, Lockhart.”

He grinned and lay on his side, propping himself up on one elbow. “Thanks, that’s a compliment.”

“Sure is.” She handed him a beef sandwich slathered with mayonnaise. Unwrapping one for herself, she sat cross legged, facing him. “I don’t know what it is about you, but when I look at you, watch you work, or walk, I get really, really turned on.”

He took a bite out of the sandwich. “That’s never happened to you before?”