Page 73 of Feels Like Falling
But the look on Montana’s face and the way my heart skips a beat at the sight of him under me forces all the doubt back into the box where it belongs. This moment was for me—us—and I won’t let anything stop me from enjoying it.
“I think I might need a minute,” I say wryly, and he chuckles as he moves me carefully until I’m lying beside him.
Lacing my fingers with his, I note all the scars—new and old—that mark him and think not for the first time how well we fit together.
“I needed that,” I say honestly without taking my eyes from where his thumb brushes back and forth againstmine.
“Your mouth on my cock?” he askssarcastically. “Baby, anytime you need to let off some steam, I’m more than at your service.”
"I was thinking more about your face between my legs and your tongue in my pus—” His mouth slants over mine in a kiss that’s as sweet as it is possessive. It’s marking and I amsohere for it.
Pulling back, his chest heaving, he stares at me. “Since when do you talk like that?” My mouth opens and closes, the uncertainty his words spark in me making me want to rethink my answer. He growls, his hand gripping mine as he slides my palm down his chest, over his abs, and lower before we’re both gripping his erection. “You did this.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I ask, completely mesmerized by the way he grows harder as I stroke him.You did this.
Hell, yeah, I did.
My grin is wide and cocky, and he grunts as he shakes his head and pulls my hand off him.
“God damn, you’re trouble.” The words hold a fondness that has my heart swelling and butterflies swarming in my belly.
“But you said I was agood girl.” I bat my eyelashes at him, and he gives my ass a quick slap, startling me and forcing me to rock against his thigh nestled between my legs. I moan and he snickers.
“Brat.”
“You like it.”
“I do.”
“I’ve never been able to ask for what I want.” I swallow as I look up at him through my lashes, sincerity replacing the teasing. “I like knowing I can do it with you.” Instead of answering with words, Montana takes me in a sweet, exploratory kiss before pressing his forehead to mine.
“You know I’d do anything for you,” he rasps, and because the emotion between us is too heavy, I plaster on a smirk.
“That’s what I’m counting on.”
“Aaand, the moment’s gone,” he says, feigning annoyance, but he knows…knows exactly what I need.
Rolling his eyes, he climbs out of bed then hefts me naked onto his shoulder. Squealing, I fight against his hold—my fight instinct at the ready as he takes a bite on one ass cheek and spanks the other.
“Nowthis,”—he spanks me again—“is a bitable ass.”
“Put me down, Max,” I bark but there’s no force behind the words—just a whole lot of heat pooling between my legs as he carries me into the bathroom.
“That make you wet, Eddie? I bet it did.” Flipping on the shower, he closes the curtain before setting me on my feet, making sure to drag me down the entire front of his body in the process. “You’re gonna be in a minute.” His lips twitch at his joke, but I can’t take my eyes off his mouth and the things it did to me. “Should we check?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, you’re wet? Or yes, we should check?”
“Both,” Iraspas I grip his wrist and draw it down my stomach much the same way he did to me in bed. He follows my lead and lets me impale myself on his finger, moaning as I rock against him, searching for more.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groans as he starts pumping his hand in time with my hips before pulling back and spinning me toward the shower. The sound of his palm against my backside is muffled with the running water, but it doesn’t mask the way I feel him absolutely everywhere. “Shower. Now.”
“But—”
“I didn’t stutter, Eddie. I want you soapy and wet with your tits in my mouth as you come all over me.”
“Well then, I’d hate to make you wait.”
