Page 70 of Montana Heat

“Not here,” I growled and kissed my way down her throat.

“But—”

I stood, holding her in my arms. Having sex in the tub wouldn’t be a bad idea, but I wasn’t ready for this to be over yet. She deserved more.

“I’m not done making sure I’ve kneaded all the tension out of you.”

I set her feet down, both of us shivering slightly from the change in temperature.

“Oh, I’m relaxed,” she teased, reaching out to stroke me once more.

“Hmm. I need to make sure.” I sidestepped her hand and directed her to the corner where the towels were stored. If she gripped me one more time, I’d end up losing it and embarrassing myself.

I wasn’t above a little tempting, though. So, before she could reach for a towel, I dropped my shorts, letting myself spring free. I could feel myself getting even harder under her molten gaze.

She stared at me and licked her lips, as if readying herself for a taste. The sight of her lustful stare was about to set me off once again. She started to lower herself to her knees on the deck, but I leaned forward and swooped her over my shoulder, and I darted inside. She let out a squeal and laughed, and I loved the carefree sound. Wanted to hear it over and over.

I stepped back after lowering her to the bed, taking my time looking over her silky skin and sexy curves as she was laid out on my bed. All naked and open for me.

She leaned up on an elbow, watching me look my fill.

“Ahem,” she said. “About that tension…”

I arched a brow as she trailed her hand down between herbreasts and angling toward her hips. When her finger stroked toward the sweetness I wanted to devour between her legs, she sighed. “I’m really tense right here.”

I grinned. This woman would be the death of me. She wasn’t shy in telling me exactly what she wanted in a sultry, sexy manner that kicked my desire for her up another notch. She knew what she wanted, and the fact that she wanted it with me had me wishing I could worship her for the rest of our days.

Hell, if I wasn’t falling in love with this woman.

I dropped onto the bed, more than ready to deliver.

“Here?” I asked, kissing up her thighs until I was between her legs. I made sure to stroke my tongue all the way up until I found her clit. “Oh yes, definitely tension here that needs taking care of.”

“Ah, yes! There.” Kenzie slumped back on the bed as I ravished her.

I didn’t stop. After making her come twice, I gave in to her demands to fill her. As if I wanted to do anything else.

Holding her afterward, I knew this was very definitely more than justhooking upfor me.

Looked like opposites did attract.

And now, all I had to do was figure out a way to make it last.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Kenzie

I would’ve never thought I’d be thankful for having a stalker who was intent on terrorizing me, but for the next three days, I was almost exactly that. Without the stalker, I wouldn’t have had this time with Jensen.

Not only the time in bed together, but also the time out of it, getting to know each other one conversation at a time.

If we weren’t soaking in the hot tub while we watched the snow fall out back, we were cozy inside. When we weren’t tangled up in bed, tasting, exploring, and pleasuring each other, we were cuddled elsewhere in the cabin.

I was never going to be able to look at a sparse home in a negative way again. I loved the exposed beams and sharp angles of this place, and I wasn’t sure how I was ever going to leave it.

Although that ultimately had little to do with the cabin and more to do with its owner—with his own sharp angles and beams.

Jensen still didn’t say very much unless I asked him questions outright, and he talked a lot in grunts and one-word answers. That was growing on me too. Somehow, he’d told me multiple stories about his childhood—heartbreaking stories—using as few words as possible.

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