Page 69 of Montana Heat

This was about seeing to her needs. Her comfort. Nothing more, just that.

Unless she wanted something else.

“You coming in?” she asked quietly.

I nodded, stepping into the water. Stinging prickles lanced up my feet and legs, but it felt good. The hot water and the cool air on the sheltered deck felt like the perfect balance. I stepped in farther, submerging more of my body and soaking in the heated liquid.

Bubbles frothed on the surface, hiding her body from view. I tried not to look. I hadn’t taken enough time to learn and memorize her body when we were together, and I wouldn’t ask for it now. She had to let me know if that was what she needed. With all the control I could manage, I sank in and sat next to her, letting my head drop back on the headrest as I sighed.

“This feels so good.”

Her faint laughter made me smile. “I’ll say.”

I rolled my shoulders, trying to work out the kinks from mynight of dozing in the chair. She watched me, not quite smiling but reflective.

“Still tense?” I regretted it as soon as I spoke. Of course she was. Spending five minutes in a hot tub wouldn’t erase everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours.

“Yeah.” She lifted one hand and set it on her shoulder, rubbing there.

“Let me.” I raised my arm, offering for her to come sit in front of me.

Asking her to move closer felt like torture, but she accepted my offer. Water lapped toward me as she slid over. I turned slightly, going for the corner seat in the tub, and spread my legs apart so she could fit between them.

The second she leaned back toward me, her ass nestled between my thighs, I jolted at the spark of pure need that spiraled through me.

Fuck.

Thinking about her naked had been bad enough, but now, as I spread my hands over her smooth skin, I was in hot water—literally and figuratively.

Her moans didn’t help. Each time I kneaded the tight areas on her shoulders, she let out the sexiest sounds of appreciation, every one of them making me even harder.

The way she tilted her head to the side, giving me more access, provided more of a view that I couldn’t resist. This show of her trust hit me straight in the heart, and I warred with trying to stay on course with the massage. I was aching for more.

I blinked, stuck on the sight of the tops of her breasts, so silky and wet. I sucked in a quick breath when she pushed back into me, almost flush to my chest.

There was no way she couldn’t feel me now. But she didn’t seem offended.She was…

“Jensen?” She purred my name, raising her hand out of the water.

“Yeah?” I cleared my throat since my voice came out ridiculously strained. My mouth was dry. I was painfully hard. I wasn’t sure how I was controlling my breathing and my desire for this woman.

She slid her hand up my arm behind her, until her fingers were resting behind my neck.

“Kiss me, Jensen.” She trailed her fingers into my hair, holding my head and twisting to press her face to mine.

I didn’t need any further prompting. I covered her mouth with my own, brushing my lips over hers and opening for her tongue, as she moaned into my mouth. I slid my hand underwater to press against her stomach, trying to hold her still.

Except she had no interest in staying still. She only had an interest in driving me crazy by grinding back against me, seeking me out beneath the swirling bubbles.

Turning around fully, she ended up straddling me on the hard plastic seat. Her thighs bracketed mine. Keeping her arms looped around my neck, she kissed me until we were both breathless.

Not that that took long with the way she was pressed against me, rubbing herself up and down in sensually slow lifts. If she kept this up, I wasn’t going to last.

“Jensen…” She ended on a sigh, framing my face as she caught her breath. She tracked her nails down my cheeks and over my jaw, the bite perfectly painful. She leaned back and I caught her, roaming her back with both my hands. I didn’t waste one second more before nuzzling my face between those sweet, tempting breasts.

She ground against me, pushing down on my straining cock. Every time I swirled my tongue around her nipple and sucked hard, she gasped and moaned louder.

“These shorts have to go. Right damn now.” She sat back upand dipped her hand underwater to grab my cock. Her hold on me wasn’t dainty or shy. With a firm grip, she stroked me up and down, pushing me closer to the edge.

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