Page 55 of Montana Mystery

“This can’t be real.” She reached out and brushed her fingers over my chest. Everything in me tightened. More of that and I wasn’t going to be able to stop myself from going too fast. “No real person has muscles like this.”

“Comes with the territory,” I smirked. “Ranching. Hauling things.” The other guys regularly kicking my ass in the gym.

The way her eyes traced over my skin was too much. I hauled her against my body, taking her mouth again as I took us both to the bed. Her skin was so soft under mine, her body arching into my hands, and I was going to lose it.

“You’re perfect.” I dropped my mouth to her skin. The path down to her breasts was heaven, her nipples hardening just before I reached them. I loved those reactions. The ones she couldn’t control and were just for me.

Did her nipples do that when I kissed her, when they were hidden and I couldn’t see them?

The thought nearly struck me blind with arousal. Her skin pebbled under my tongue. That first true taste of her skin was a miracle. A marvel. Everything I’d fucking wanted.

“Oh God.” One hand wove into my hair. “If we keep going at this pace, I’m going to explode.”

I mimicked her words from earlier this evening. “That was kind of the idea I had.”

Kate’s cheeks flushed a pink that trailed down over her chest. Her honey-hot gaze dared me to go slow. Dared me to go fast. Challenged me. Set me on fire.

Dropping my mouth again, I continued to worship her skin. Moving from one breast to the other, teasing her until she was gasping. “Noah. Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please anything.”

I laughed into her skin, dropping further down her body. Already, I’d decided I wanted to hear her come before anything else. Even if it was going to be pure, delicious torture to hold myself back.

Her jeans slid off her hips under my hands, leaving nothing but a thong that was lacy and sheer and took my breath entirely. It wasn’t what I’d expected.

That blush was on her cheeks again. “Is this something you wear often?”

She shook her head slowly.

“Did you wear this for me?”

The slight tensing of her body under me, the little intake of breath, told me everything I needed to know about that. She’d thought about me when putting on this scrap of lace that was going to make me die of blood loss because it was all currently racing to my cock. Thought about it even though it was such an unlikely possibility, and she’d still wanted it.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

Pushing Kate’s thighs apart, I licked her straight through the lace.

Her moan could bring a dead man to life. As it was, it might kill me. The taste of her, even through that thin piece of cloth. I was going to remember the fucking taste of her until the day I died.

“Noah.” Nothing but a breath of a moan. Yes. That was what I wanted. Desperate and wanting, begging for more of me and it and us.

I stretched the lace over her clit, dragging my tongue behind it, using the fabric to tease her. Feel her. Tell her that every second she’d spent thinking about this moment was worth it.

As fun as it was, the thong had to go. It joined the rest of her clothes on the floor and was forgotten. Because there she was. All of her. Already wet and shining, and it was my groan this time as I yanked her hips toward my mouth and truly tasted her.

Her hand was still in my hair, and then there were two, pulling. Hard. It wasn’t pain, it was permission. There wasn’t one part of her I didn’t taste or explore, listening to the way her breath caught and voice escaped when I slid my tongue inside her. When I licked one side of her clit and then the other, finding the exact place that made her hips arch off the bed. When I sealed my mouth over the little bud of nerves and sucked, not stopping for one fucking second.

I placed one hand low on her stomach, holding her in place for me. My tongue wasn’t the only thing I wanted to explore with.

“Oh, God.” Kate’s hands dug into the comforter on my bed. That one simple movement, driven by my mouth and the single finger that was now inside her, was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

She was pure heat. Silk and softness. One finger wasn’t enough. I added another, stroking, seeking the spot that was elusive enough to make me want it.

Her hips jerked as I felt a touch of roughness. There.

“Noah.” My name was a plea and a prayer and everything in between.

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