The Sunstone Brooch : Time Travel Romance by Katherine Logan (i am reading a book TXT) 📕

to the floor.” He splayed the silky strands over her breasts and nipped at her nipple through her hair.

She squirmed. “That tickles. Maybe I should cut it short and give you a long ponytail to use for whatever turns you on.”

“You…turn me on, and you could be bald for all I care. It won’t change how I feel about you.” He rolled over and held himself above her, and his erection poked her belly.

She lifted her head to get a better look. “Um…something is looking for a place to go. Does it need directions? I could help.”

“He’ll have to wait his turn. I have other ideas.”

“You do? Like what?”

“You’ll have to wait and find out.” He scooted her butt to the edge of the bed and bent her knees. She knew where this was going, and she couldn’t catch her breath, knowing this was the beginning of exquisite madness.

He hovered above her, and before he did anything else, he adjusted her hair to cover her breasts and belly. “When we get to the ranch, I’m going to put you on a horse bareback and watch you gallop naked around the meadow with only your hair as a covering. And then I’ll have a painting commissioned.”

“So you want me to be Lady Godiva?”

“No, I want you to be you. No one else.” He thumbed the slope of her neck until a sigh drifted into the rose-scented air and hung between them. Shivers erupted under his touch, raising the tiny hairs. He caressed her neck again until she released another sigh and then another.

He put his pinkie on her injured hip bone, splayed his hand, and put his thumb on her other hip bone.

“Your hand is huge, or I’m really small.”

“My hand is huge, and you are really small.”

“Too small for you?”

“Am I too big for you?”

“When I wear four-inch heels, you’re less than a foot taller. That’s not too big at all.”

He cupped her breast, and his thumb toyed with her nipple, sending another whirlwind of sensations cycling from the tip to the farthest reaches of her nervous system. Then he took a nipple into his mouth, sucked it, released it, and trailed a path of kisses down her body, lower and lower, inching toward her clit.

He stroked her thighs, her knees, her calves, her ankles, and then he knelt on the floor and brought his shoulders between her legs, spreading her apart. And she loved being so vulnerable to him. He molded his lips and tongue against her heat. The flick of his tongue shocked her senses, and she burst out with a curse.

“Damn it! Don’t stop.”

He chuckled. “I won’t.”

She opened her thighs wider to encourage him to penetrate more deeply, and when a slow pulse started deep within her, she knew he would drive her straight to an explosion. He growled erotic words against her while his fingers speared into her tightness, stretching her, preparing her to accept him, and she rocked closer in welcome.

The more she moved, the harder he loved her with his tongue, sending shivers cascading down her shoulders to her nipples until she lost herself in the sensations, gasping and thrashing as she neared orgasm.

She shrieked his name while she bucked against him, her back arching up off the mattress. But he held her in place, riding her climax to the end.

AUSTIN WAS finally living the fantasy that had stolen his mind that day in the Badlands when he first met her, and it had only grown more insistent.

He waited until she stilled, and then he gently lifted her and moved her father up on the bed, tucking a pillow under her head before he lay down beside her.

“I liked that. Could you tell?” she asked softly.

“Could I tell?” He rubbed his nose. “I don’t think it’s broken, but it might be sprained. What do you think?”

She giggled. “You can’t sprain your nose.”

“You can’t? Hmm. Sure feels like I did.” He rolled her over on top of him while all the blood in his body returned to his shaft. And it was throbbing and craving her. He reached for a condom on the nightstand and ripped it open.

She sat up, straddled him, and took the condom. “That’s my job.”

She placed it on the tip and slowly rolled it down his erection as a fine mist of sweat coated his skin. Then an eruption of goose bumps trailed down his spine to the small of his back as more blood rushed to his groin.

Her slow, meticulous pace was driving him crazy. “Are you torturing me on purpose?”

“Yep. Just like you did to me. I’m glad to know it’s working.”

Once he was covered, she inched the crown of his shaft to her opening with agonizing deliberation. He struggled to restrain himself and not start thrusting. He had to let her do her thing and take only as much as she wanted. But what he wanted was his entire shaft sheathed inside her, welcoming him like a snug glove.

She eased herself down him, inch by agonizing inch until he had full penetration, and the soft, spongy tissue enveloped his shaft with a warm sensation. He began to thrust, and it was heaven—smooth, enveloping, embracing.

He had to let her ride at her pace, but the intense sensation short-circuited his brain until all he could think, see, and believe in were Ensley and his love for her.

HE LIFTED her and withdrew to the tip of his erection while she gasped for breath, praying for his return. Her hips flexed. The need for him to fill her again was overwhelming.

He released his hold on her hips, and she slid down him again. The up and down motion continued while a tornado of sensations exploded from her core and spread out along her spine to her fingers, toes, nipples, and scalp, triggering the unmistakable buildup she craved.

HE ROLLED her over and pulled her to the edge of the bed again. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he