“Clint…” I tried to interject, but he leaned down to place soft kisses against my bare stomach. I lost my train of thought.
“Less talkin’, Tamara. More sexin’”
Damn, that sexy ass country twang got me every single fucking time.
What was it about Clint Sullivan that turned me out so damn fast? Yes, his stroke game was on point, but more than that, it was who he was as a man. His love for his family and close friends was undeniable. His wife had died before they had a real chance to start their lives together. He raised his son, showing him how to respect hard work, even though they were wealthier than ninety-nine percent of the people in the United States. He loved Gladys as if she were his second mother. Everything about him and how he dealt with life showed me just how good he was.
Even right now, as he removed my clothing, his touch was gentle. His words were soothing. He focused his eyes on me and the skin bared to his gaze. How could I not fall in love with a man who looked at me the way he did? How could I not want him in my life for as long as I could have him?
“I want more, Clint.”
He smiled at me. My body immediately reacted. I could feel my pussy clenching in need as he stood from the bed and removed his clothing. “You want more what?”
I pointed at him, not wanting to say the actual words.
“Use your words, Sweetheart.” He stood in front of me, his naked form on display. A light dusting of dark hair covered his chest, leading down to a toned, flat stomach. He didn’t have the body of someone who went to a gym every day. No, his body was so much better. His lean, cut muscles came from hard work every day as he worked his land, leaving a legacy for his son.
As my gaze traveled lower, his thick member jutted out from his body. I could hear myself whimper as I thought about the absolute fucking pleasure he gave me every time we came together.
“I want you. I want us. I want to be here for Sammy. I want to laugh with Gladys. But most importantly, I want us to be together.” I finally got the words out. It felt good to tell him how I felt. I’d been holding it inside for too long. Now that I’d said the words, it would be up to him to follow through on his promise to me.
“Tamara, I’ve been waiting for you to just say the word. I’m yours. I’ve been yours since the first time you stepped foot on this ranch.” He grabbed my legs in his arms and pulled me towards the edge of the bed. “Now, put that pillow over your face because I’m about to make you scream my name.”