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Bright dots dance behind my eyelids, and I have to remember to breathe as I try to regain my composure, licking and kissing the marks I left on her delicate skin.
Ellison is limp beneath me, her fingertips trailing lazily up and down my spine. We don’t talk—don’t make a sound—and I wish we could stay like this forever. I could live right here inside her for the rest of my days.
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ELLISON
“What I wouldn’t give to crawl back into bed with you, wake you up right with my head between your legs.” Montana’s voice is quiet and husky, and I can’t quite pinpoint his location in the room. Heat gathers in my core, his words so deliciously tempting in my sleepy state. Nuzzling my face into the soft cotton of the pillow, I stretch my arms in front of me while wiggling my front against the mattress, craving any kind of friction.
Smack.
“Ow!” I yelp as his palm comes down hard on my backside andoh wow Idefinitelylike it.
“Stop shaking your ass at me when you know I can’t do anything about it.” He laughs as I roll onto my side and squint into the mostly darkened room.
“Come back to bed and you can do more than just spank me.” I bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing as he growls and drags his hands down his face.
“Dammit, woman—do you know what it’s like trying to herd cows with a hard-on?”
“Can’t say that I do, Cowboy.”
“Watch it, Eddie, or I’ll end up tyin’ you to the bed and punishing that mouth of yours.”
His words send a shock of lust through my veins, and even though my smirk is firmly in place, I can’t deny how wet I am at the implication.
“Promises, promises,” I say with enough sass to maintain the charade.
He stalks across the room before coming back toward me, pausing at the edge of the bed, and I’m torn between ripping off the covers and offering myself to him or just hoping and praying he makes good on his threat.
“I’m not old enough for all the gray hairs you’re giving me, and I haven’t had you nearly enough to make up for it. Hell, you haven’t even been inside the county line that long.”
“Just a little closer and you can come inside all you want and?—”
Montana slaps his hand over my mouth at the same time he places a kiss on my forehead. Taking a giant step away from the bed, he walks to the bedroom door, muttering and cursing as he goes.
“One of these days, the rest of the world will realize you’re not as innocent as you claim to be,” he says, but there’s a fond expression on his face. Helikes melike this and honestly, I like me like this too—that this can finally be us.
Sure, I’m really pushing his buttons before either one of us has even had caffeine, but I like that I can just be me when we’re together. I can be sassy and carefree and a little bit daring, and none of it matters because Montana has always been there to catch me.
It’s been a long time since I felt safe enough to be this bold—this reckless. Shamelessly flirting with Montana, tempting him, shouldn’t feel this freeing but it does, like shedding another layer of the person I had to be in Savannah.
I missed this.
“I’m only wild with you.”
“You keep sweet-talking me and I might never leave.”
This time I do throw back the covers, and he groans as his eyes rake over every naked inch of me.
“That’s the idea,” I purr as he stalks back across the room and drops to his knees at the edge of the mattress. Strong, callused hands grip my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh as he drags me to him before wedging his broad shoulders between my thighs.
There’s nothing sweet about the way he devours me. There’s no hesitation as he nips and licks and sucks before sliding two fingers into me, curving them just enough that I have to suppress a scream as I come faster than I ever have in my life.
It shouldn’t be this good.
Heshouldn’t be this good.
“God damn, you’re sexy,” he rumbles, his tongue still lazily dragging up and down my slit. “I could do this all day long.”
