“Are you guys leaving already?” Rayna asks, looking around me to pin her gaze on Joy.
“Yeah.” Joy makes a big deal out of yawning. “It’s been a busy day. I’m really… sleepy.”
Rayna cackles and looks from me to Joy several times before she shakes her head. “Uh-huh. Tired. You two better go get some—rest.”
“Oh, we plan on it,” I say. “Lots of rest.”
Joy elbows me in the ribs but doesn’t stop laughing, even when I grab her hand and pull her out the door. I should be able to control myself, but with her, I don’t want to. We practically jog to my truck, and I can’t stop myself from pulling her in for one more kiss before I round the front of the truck and to my spot in the driver’s seat. She tastes so damn good.
Chapter 31
Joy
Myskinisheated,my breaths come in short gasps, and my body is coiled tight when my eyes flutter open. It takes me no time to figure out why. Tate’s tongue makes slow, leisurely swipes up and down my center. Sleep still lingers in the background as my body spirals toward release.
“Tate,” I breathe, curling my fingers into his hair.
His expression when he looks up to meet my gaze is nearly enough to send me over the edge. Slipping a finger inside me, he sucks on my clit and it’s enough to toss me completely over with a guttural cry as my muscles tighten. I release around his finger, waves of pleasure washing over me.
“Morning, darlin’. Fuck, you taste good.”
Catching my breath, I keep still as Tate kisses his way up my body until his eyes are level with mine when he smiles down at me. Eyes I could get lost in. I’m not sure how I managed to avoid him for as long as I did. Or what made me think I would be able to stay away. I’ve never had a man make me feel this way, and even with all the reasons I should stay away, it’s just not possible.
I part my lips to respond, but he covers them with a kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth. Tasting myself on him causes a new spark of heat to spread through me. I’m still a bit sore from last night, but when he lines up at my entrance, I eagerly accept every inch as he slides into me.
“Holy—” I lose my words when he drives into me with a claiming thrust.
Chuckling, he buries his face in my neck, gently licking and sucking as he sets a steady pace. I’m barely awake, yet another orgasm is already barreling down on me. But it’s not enough. My hips meet every thrust, and my hands greedily caress the planes of his back.
“More,” I breathe. “Tate, I need more.”
Without breaking our connection, he shifts, gripping my hips and changing the angle so he can take me deeper. Goosebumps spread across my naked flesh, and I cry out when he hits that spot that’s so deep, and so sensitive, all I can do is hold on as waves of pleasure roll over me.
“Fuck, Joy. That’s right, baby. Let go for me.”
And I do. I surrender to the sensations, chanting his name as I feel him follow with his own release. He rolls off me and immediately pulls me to his chest, holding me close as we both come back down to earth. I breathe him in, enjoying his earthy scent.
“Good morning to you, too,” I say with a laugh once I’m finally able to speak. “It’s not even light out.”
Tilting his head, he presses a kiss to the top of my head. “I have to get started on chores but couldn’t go out there without tasting you.”
I shouldn’t have this reaction to his words after two orgasms that were so strong I nearly blacked out. “If you wanted me to help, you could have just asked.”
“No, sweetheart. You stay here and relax. I’m serious. Hayden will be here to help out today, so I won’t be long. Go back to sleep.”
I open my mouth to argue, but he presses a finger to my lips before replacing it with his mouth. The kiss quickly turns from chaste to heated, and I could almost cry from the loss when he pulls away. His expression is stern, leaving no room for argument.
“Fine,” I say with a resigned sigh.
Turning to my side, I watch in silence as he pulls on a pair of jeans. As much as I enjoy him naked, there’s something undeniably sexy about watching him get dressed to go out and do work on his ranch. His fingers deftly secure his belt after his T-shirt is pulled on along with a flannel button-down. As much as I want to help, it feels good to lie in bed for a bit. I’m not a morning person, so usually by the time I’m awake, I’m already running late.
With a kiss to my forehead, he leaves the bedroom and gets started with his day. As good as the bed feels, there’s no way I can go back to sleep. I give him a few minutes before making my way out of the bedroom and to the kitchen. He doesn’t need my help with farm chores? No problem.
“What’s all this?”
I turn away from the stove to find Tate watching from the doorway of the kitchen, his arms folded as he leans against the frame. My eyes make their way up and down his body, from the worn jeans that fit him just right to the rolled-up sleeves revealing his muscular forearms. I could never grow tired of looking at this man.
“I figured you’d be hungry once you finished out there, so I made breakfast.” I gesture to the breakfast bake sitting on the stove beside a plate piled high with bacon and sausage before glancing down at my bare legs. “I made plenty in case Hayden was still with you. But I thought you’d be a little longer.”
