Page 53 of Montana Heat

“Burden?” he scoffed, reaching up to unbutton my shirt. His lips trailed kisses along my neck, and I rolled my head to the side to accommodate him.

“You think this is a burden?” He pushed his erection into me. I gasped, stunned at the exquisite pressure at my center.

“Make no mistake, City. I want you.” Finished with my shirt, he moved his fingers to my bra and unclasped it. “I need you.”

I shivered as his fingertips traced up the swells of my breasts. My nipples hardened as he passed them.Oh, please. More. I ached everywhere, but that teasing touch of his hands on my skin sent a bolt of need straight to my core.

He lifted his hands to my shoulders, shedding the last of my clothes and exposing all of me to his view.

When he picked me up and laid me gently on the bed, a fresh rush of desire claimed me. As I leaned up, resting on my elbows, he followed me down, spreading my thighs to make room for himself between my legs.

“But I want to take care of you first. I’ve been dreaming about touching you, tasting you, since you first showed up at the garage.” His words sent a shiver through me just as much as his hand running down my waist, across my hip, and teasing me between my legs. I could feel the calluses along his fingertips as he touched my most sensitive flesh. I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt anything so sexy.

I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, relishing the exquisite feeling of him touching me. I’d never been with a man who wanted to see to my needs before his own. Who wanted to focus on my pleasure before taking his.

“Does that sound good to you?”

I blinked at him as his fingers slowly glided in and out of me. Bracing himself on one arm, he hovered over me and pressed soft kisses to first one breast then the other.

“Does it sound good?” I could barely get the words out, I was squirming against him so hard. “It sure as hellfeelsgood.”

His smile was slow, sexy. “It feels good to me too.” Then he closed his mouth over my nipple, licking and sucking at the same time he added another finger to my wet heat.

I dropped my head back and moaned, relishing the torment, pushing my hips at his hand, needing more.

“Like this?” He used his thumb to apply pressure right where I needed it, and pleasure arced through me in an almost savage wave.

I fell back on the bed, losing the strength to hold myself up anymore. He followed me down, determined to keep up the sweet torture of my breasts with his mouth as he drove me crazy between my legs with his fingers. I gripped his hair and locked his head to my chest.

“Yes. Please. So good.” I could barely think, let alone speak. Never had I met a man who would check with me like this. I’d never encountered a lover who needed to see how I wanted it, how I liked it.

“I want to give you what you crave, City,” he growled as he moved back to my other nipple, sucking harder and using his teeth.

“Yes.” I hardly recognized my own voice. “Please, Jensen. Please.”

He dipped down, rubbing himself along my thigh, and I knew he was just as turned on as I was, yet he was still fully clothed.

The thought of Jensen holding himself back for the purpose of prioritizing my pleasure made me burn hotter. He meant it. Hewasn’t just talking it up and making false promises about taking care of me. He was sacrificing his own release.

“I want you to come apart for me.” He increased the tempo and pressure of his thumb, and I couldn’t hold back the orgasm that crashed over me, ripping his name from my lips.

He didn’t stop his fingers or thumb, prolonging the drag against my flesh. He sucked harder, his mouth tugging on my nipple, and made a deep, gravelly sound—one I’d daydreamed about more than once.

I scraped my nails over his scalp, sighing at the fading waves of release. He didn’t retreat until I’d relaxed from his onslaught on my body.

Even as I lay there as a human puddle, I knew I wanted to make this just as good for Jensen.

He slid off his clothes and headed toward the bathroom. A second later, he came back with a condom. I watched as he slid it on and crawled back onto the bed.

“I want you inside me.” My voice was low, husky, well loved.

“There’s nothing I want more.” He lifted my leg and aligned himself to slide into me.

I groaned with every delicious inch of him stretching me. He dragged his body against mine, spreading his kisses and stroking his tongue up my neck and over to my ear. Heat streaked through me, and I melted into him when he nipped then suckled at the tiny sting. I hugged him close as he pushed in to the hilt. Locking my legs around his waist, I focused on breathing and the wonderful friction as his body slid against mine.

“Still feel good?”

My God. He was going to slay me with his thoughtfulness.

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