Page 98 of High Density

He feels right, and I feel right when I’m with him.

Which is why the words come naturally as he pulls up in front of my house.

“I love you, James Dean,” I admit softly, twisting in my seat so I face him.

He doesn’t say anything, but a muscle ticks in his jaw, and his knuckles turn white on the steering wheel.

The next moment he’s exiting the pickup and stalks around the front to my side, yanking the door open, and grabbing for my hand.

Without a word, he half drags me to the door, where he curses under his breath as he digs through his pockets for the keys he took charge of.

Once inside, he doesn’t bother flicking on the lights, but presses my body against the wall, kicking the door shut behind him with a foot.

Then his hands are on my face, lifting it up, and I find myself looking into the deep pools of swirling emotions.

“You stole my line,” he grunts.

I feel a smile spreading on my face.

“You mean, I love you, James Dean?” I tease.

His dark eyes sparkle with humor as he slowly shakes his head.

The next moment his mouth is covering mine, his tongue forcefully spearing between my lips. The hunger in his kiss is an instant aphrodisiac. Then again, I seem to be in a perpetualstate of arousal around this man. It doesn’t take much to trigger a response.

His hands leave my face and restlessly move down my body, mapping curves and dips, before finally shoving down the back of my pants, grabbing handfuls of my ass. The full length of his body presses against mine, every hard plane and prominent outline imprinting on my flesh. I feel the vibrations of his low growls every time he grinds his cock against me.

I’m not sure how we end up on the couch, but I find myself draped over him, my T-shirt and bra wrapped around my neck, and my pants and underwear tangled around one ankle. He’s still mostly dressed, with only his jeans partly shoved down his lean hips. His cock is free, and lightly probing my folds.

He tunnels his fingers into my hair and cups the back of my head, pulling my face within inches of his.

Then, as he surges up inside me, he whispers, “You have my love, Angel.”

Chapter Thirty

JD

“I’m sorry.”

I feel helpless when I glance over and see the tears running down her face.

“No reason to apologize.”

She doesn’t have a reason, but that doesn’t mean I’m not quietly cursing circumstances that left me the only available person to race Sloane to the hospital.

Dan took their daughter, Aspen, to visit his father in Kalispell this morning, Sully and Pippa took Carmi camping at Glacier National Park this week, and the team—along with Jillian—is out on a search for yet another missing hiker. According to Thomas—the only other person left at the ranch—my mother is in town getting her hair done and we weren’t able to get hold of her. So, it was down to me.

“I didn’t think it was going to move this fast,” she laments, before groaning deeply as another contraction takes control of her body. “I think I have to push,” she manages.

“Don’t do that. Breathe. Five more minutes to the hospital,” I remind her.

It’s probably closer to ten, even at the breakneck speed I’m driving, but I don’t want to discourage her.

I’ve been at plenty of births, but those were of the animal variety. I’m in foreign territory here, but I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t be a good idea to have this baby in the passenger seat of my grandfather’s pickup. I’m starting to rethink my decision to drive her to the hospital myself, but I figured it would be faster than waiting around for an ambulance.

She has her eyes closed, lost to the turmoil in her body, when the cell phone she’s clasping in her hand starts ringing. She barely even reacts, so I fish it from her fingers and answer.

“It’s me,” I let Dan know. His name showed up on the screen. “She’s having a contraction.”

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