Free Howard Haskell Takes A Bride (The Brides of Paradise Ranch Book 0) by Merry Farmer

as his thumb found the nub of her pleasure and began to circle it. His fingers played in and out, stretching her, coiling the fire inside of her tighter and tighter. Her breasts swung free, nipples tight, as dawn light and Howard’s gaze caressed them.
    Knowing he was looking at her in desire, feeling him stroke pleasure from her, was too much. She burst apart, inner muscles squeezing and releasing so hard and fast on his fingers that her explosion spurred her on to more and more intense pleasure instead of releasing the pressure. She rode his hand shamelessly until the throbbing softened to tremors, drawing out to sated bliss.
    It was only as her body began to drift down from the heaven Howard had sent it to and her senses returned that she realized she must look like a shameless wanton, with her nightgown well below her breasts and hiked high above her hips, exposing the dark curls between them, Howard’s hand still buried in them. Her black hair was wild around her and she felt how pink and hot her face must look. Her restless panting emphasized how dark and tight her nipples were. Howard continued to stare at them.
    “You must think me—”
    “Absolutely exquisite.” Howard snapped his eyes up to meet hers, power and possession in his gaze. “You, my dear Elizabeth, are not only breathtakingly beautiful, you are astounding and magnificent. I am on the verge of unmanning myself in the presence of your passion.”
    Indeed, she could still feel the stiffness of his manhood, trapped inside of his trousers, against her leg. She wanted him to unpin her from the shed wall so that she could reach her hands inside of his trousers and release the power of his masculinity. Oh yes, she and her friends had learned all about a man’s greatest glory and most inescapable weakness from the married sisters as well. In fact, she had long wanted to see for herself the fountain of a man’s seed as it was spilled under her touch. She wriggled her hips to grind against him.
    But Howard continued to hold her with unquestioning mastery against the wall.
    “Later, my love,” he whispered against her ear as he withdrew his hand from the place where it belonged and eased her to the ground. “I promise you that later, once my plan has begun to unfold, I will show you everything you want to see, carry you to the highest levels of bliss, and fill you with—” He paused, and she held her breath, meeting his eyes with expectation. Wickedness glittered through his expression. “Forget the fancy language. I’ll fill you. How about that? I’m large too, so I will fill you well and deep. You may even cry out as I sink home.”
    His language was so blunt and scandalous that she wanted to laugh and squirm and get to it right then. “If I cry out, it will be for more.” Her smile lit with challenge as she met and held his gaze.
    “Oh, Elizabeth,” he sighed. “I knew we were meant to be.”
    “Of course we were.” She slid her arms along his shoulders, burying her fingers in his hair.
    “And when we are together, I am going to do such naughty things to you.”
    She caught her breath.
    He leaned closer. “I am going to do things to you that are so scandalous you will faint if you catch yourself thinking about them in public.” His hands slid up her sides to grasp and squeeze her breasts. “And you will adore every one of them.”
    She laughed, the sound breathy and dangerous in her ears. His hands felt perfect on her breasts, owning her. She surged into him, tilting her head up to kiss him, pouring every bit of her unstudied desire into the meeting of their mouths.
    There was a fair shot that kiss would have evolved into more and broken every bit of Howard’s resolve if the sound of a door shutting from the direction of the house hadn’t intruded on the moment. Elizabeth gasped and tightened. She became aware all over again of her nightgown sagging all the way down to her belly. If not for the sleeves caught at her elbows, the