Stark Naked
hands slid beneath her ass, cupping the cheeks, spreading them slightly so his fingers slid into the crevice between them. Fingertips teased at the tight ring of sphincter muscle, driving the lust uncurling low in her belly upward with the force of a cyclone. A hoarse cry ripped from her throat as he gently probed and pushed.
    “Feel good, darlin’? You feel good to me, I’ll tell you that.”
    She let her legs fall wide, welcoming his attention, and he didn’t disappoint. His mouth fastened on the lips of her pussy like a heat-seeking missile, sucking the tender flesh and pulling it into his mouth. When he feasted on every inch of her labia he thrust his tongue inside her wet channel, gathering the cream she could feel there waiting for him before returning his attention to her clit.
    One large hand slipped around to allow him to thrust his fingers inside her while his mouth returned to her clit, his tongue tracing heated circles around it over and over. He found just the right rhythm for her between his tongue and his fingers, slow and steady when she wanted him to rush, to hurry. Go faster, faster. But he wouldn’t be hurried, instead slowing down before increasing the pace again.
    She could feel the orgasm building inside her, rising like a curling wave in the ocean until her entire body began to shake with the force of it. When she finally exploded he rode her through it, murmuring to her, his wickedly clever mouth and fingers knowing just where to touch and stroke.
    She had barely caught her breath before he began driving her up the spiral again, touching her in all the right places, whispering erotic things to her. But this time when she climbed to the crest he was there, ready, and pushed his hot length inside her.
    Ohgodohgodohgod.
    Her entire body shuddered. She threw her legs around him, pulling him deep inside her body, pushing her hips up to him. Deeper, deeper, she wanted to shout.
    But then his body tensed as hers did and they fell into space together. Tumbling, whirling, shaking with the force of the shared climax. He shouted her name as his cock flexed inside her again and again. Reenie clung to him, seeking an anchor in the erotic, sensual storm.
    “Matt!” she cried. “Matt! Matt!”
     
    “Matt!”
    Reenie sat upright, eyes wide open, heart thundering, body covered with a fine sheen of perspiration. What the hell had just happened here? She felt sore everywhere—her breasts, between her thighs, even her ass. And she realized instantly what had happened. She’d just had the erotic dream of her life and it left her totally shaken.
    When she could breathe evenly, she swung her legs out of bed and hurried into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She leaned against the tile wall, letting the hot stream of water beat down on her, but nothing could wash away the memory of that dream now burned into her memory.
    Ohmygod! I am in such big trouble.

Chapter Five
     
    Matt thought the week would never end. He tired himself out as much as possible, moving the calves to a new pasture, riding fence with the men, repairing a stretch of pipe that carried water to the cattle. Each night he stomped in the house, dusty and tired, swallowed his dinner and fell into bed. But as busy as he was, still each day dragged by.
    Lying in bed at night, trying to will himself to sleep, instead he replayed every minute he’d spent with Reenie over and over like a video caught in a perpetual loop. Agonized over it. Chewed on it like a dog with an old piece of rawhide. And he wondered just when what he felt had turned into… Well, whatever it had turned into.
    He was still mortified by his performance in front of both Amy and Reenie that first night. Embarrassing Amy that way was unforgiveable. And totally unlike him. He was, after all, a respectable businessman, a rancher with a reputation in the community. Oh, sure, he played hard, and was fortunate enough to pretty much have his pick of women. But he prided himself on

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