Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting him. “Take them off.”

It was satisfying to hear the rough intake of his breath and see the slight tremble of his hand as he tugged on the tie, then pushed them down his legs.

“Those too,” she said, pointing at his boxer briefs even before his track pants had hit the floor. He looked hot as fuck in the crimson fabric, his erection filling them out the way God and Calvin Klein had no doubt intended, but right now all they were doing was stopping her from getting to his goods.

They were soon gone, too, and his erection sprang free, standing out—thick and proud. And hard. And big. The kind of big that made tumescent manroot an entirely acceptable way of describing a penis.

He was certainly no David—that was for sure.

“Come closer,” she whispered, her exposed nipples aching, her mouth dry with the need to taste him.

He stepped in close, and their gazes locked. The groan he let out when she slid her fingers down his length went straight to her ovaries. The swift, harsh suck of his breath when her mouth followed went straight to her clitoris.

“Jesussss,” he hissed. “Fuck.”

His eyes closed as he slid his hand onto her shoulder, and Suzanne’s eyes closed, too, reveling in the silky hard contradiction of him against her tongue, in the scent of him filling her nostrils and his clean salty flavor playing on her taste buds. She swallowed him up, her hand sliding onto one of his ass cheeks as she took him as far as she could before backing off, to swirl her tongue around and around and around the taut crown, lapping at the salty residue there.

“Christ,” he muttered, opening his eyes. “You drive me crazy.”

Suzanne didn’t know if he meant right now or the past two weeks or both, but he sounded so undone, and hell if that didn’t do loopy things to her insides. Her eyes fluttered open to find him staring down at her, and the craving in his gaze was arousing in ways she never knew existed.

He wasn’t the tough guy rancher or the badass military dude anymore. He was just a man—totally stripped back. It was humbling and powerful all at once that he was laying himself bare to her. A guy as hard and stoic as the elements he battled every day, who didn’t seem to open up to anybody. To need anybody. But he was looking at her—the woman who talked too much and sassed him too much and was just there too much—with such naked hunger, her bones dissolved.

It was hot as fuck, and she had the giant lady boner to prove it.