Wind River Wrangler (Wind River Valley #1)

His mouth branding hers with a fierce passion, she felt his thumbs move languidly across her nipples as if reading her mind. Tearing her mouth from his, eyes tightly shut, Shiloh cried out his name, the sensation so scalding and making the gnawing ache between her legs intensify. She arched against him, his hands cupping her, his mouth drifting down the slender length of her neck, setting her skin on fire. Gripping his taut, bunched shoulders with her fingers, all she could do was enjoy what he was sharing with her.

Roan lifted Shiloh, easing her onto her back to lavish her breasts even more, his hand drifting firmly down her body, sliding across her right hip, his long fingers opening and caressing the length of her thigh as he suckled her. Shiloh couldn’t lie still beneath him, his hand wreaking a burning magic that was making her mew with anticipation. She couldn’t catch her breath and she found herself as if in a tornado of pleasure as he began his sweet assault down the centerline of her body toward her restless hips and legs. She had wanted to please him, too, but the man had a plan and she was helpless beneath his onslaught, wanting to give him mindless pleasure, too.

As his mouth drifted to her rounded abdomen, kissing it, licking her belly button, her hips rose, her cry breathless with anticipation, her fingers digging frantically into his shoulders. Her breath was ragged and the expectancy of his mouth upon her sent her into a primal wildness. Roan eased her thighs apart, his fingers moving slowly inside her curved flesh, testing her, moving slickly into the dampness near her entrance. Her whole world burst into scorching fire as he traced his finger around her gateway.

An uncontrollable shudder worked through Shiloh as she arched against his exploring finger teasing that tight pearl near her entrance, sending her into a spinning universe. He captured one of her nipples, gently biting it and simultaneously placed a second finger within her. She cried out, her back arching, her hands frantic against his shoulders. Within moments, her body convulsed, a seismic shock wave of rupturing pleasure from an orgasm that saturated her lower body and flooded her with keen pleasure. And Roan didn’t stop there. He knew how to get her body to give him everything she had. Shiloh felt a second orgasm shatter through her, her lower body throbbing with such scalding pleasure she felt faint as she suddenly collapsed against the bed.

Only vaguely aware that Roan had moved, feeling his strong male body cover hers, Shiloh slowly opened her eyes. Her breath was rasping, her heart pounding in her chest. She saw him plant his elbows near her upper arms, his expression tender as he looked into her dazed eyes. It was as if he were waiting and again, Shiloh was left knowing this man was a master of timing. After two major, rocking orgasms, her body was tender and needed time before she was ready for more. The smile he gave her flooded her with joy, his gray eyes clear, intense, and focused on her. Without a word, Roan leaned down, capturing her lips beneath his, the kiss gentle, unlike the raw throbbing sensations flooding her right now.

Drowning in his strong mouth that cherished hers, Shiloh made a soft sound in her throat, his hands framing her face, holding her. His tongue moved from one corner of her parting lips to the other. His breath was warm and it was an effort to lift her lids, so blown by the orgasms that still owned her body and soul. She had never met a man who could be this tender; as if he intuitively knew that she needed to rest between rounds. The glittering intelligence in his eyes told her Roan was completely in tune with her body, her heart. She felt as if her chest might explode with the pure, unadulterated happiness that Roan stroked and roused to life within her. She continued to drown in his mouth, feeling his strength as a man, feeling his tongue invite hers to dance with him.

The moment their tongues slickly met, a whole new ribbon of boiling sensations coursed through her. He emulated copulation and it triggered a primal knowing in her body and her hips just naturally lifted to meet his. A low cry lodged in her throat as he eased forward into her, testing her, allowing her time to accommodate him. The sensation was luxurious, expanding her, opening her, and she arched more deeply toward his tense hips as he held himself in check. Roan held her captive, slowly sliding in and out of her, her moans low and vibrating as the sensations stroked through her and intensified. He tore his mouth from hers, groaning deeply as he thrust fully into her.

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