Page 49 of A Match Made in Montana

His eyes darkened as they roamed over her body. “Pink lace. I’ll always think of you in pink lace. Beautiful Annie,” he whispered as his hands cupped her breasts. “I’ve been dreaming about being with you like this from the first time I saw you.” With a groan, he captured her lips with his again.

As she gave herself up to him, her hands slid beneath his shirt, reveling in his toned body, his warm flesh. But she wanted more.

“I think you’re overdressed,” she whispered against his lips as her fingers tried to unbutton his shirt.

Cussing softly, he pulled his shirt over his head in one movement and let it drop to floor.

“Oh, my.” She sighed, letting her hands spread over the muscles in front of her. “I’ve dreamt about this, too,” she whispered as she bent down to taste him.

*

The soft soundsfrom Annie’s throat were driving him wild. He wasn’t going to last much longer. He’d been hard for her since he’d walked onto her porch to see her touching her breasts. Only days ago, but it felt like a lifetime had passed.

He’d seen her breasts before, had touched them, but this was different. He wanted her like he’d never wanted anyone before. His body had been ready for her, but the pink lace bra and triangle had sent his blood to boiling within seconds.

His hands roamed over her body, touching every soft curve, relishing in her softness, drinking in her unique scent. He was never going to get enough of this woman.

“Look at me, Annie. I want to see your eyes when I touch you,” he murmured.

Her eyes, when she looked up at him, were feverish, darkened with passion. Completely captivated by her, he ran his hand down her body and back before he unhooked her bra. “I’ve dreamt about these,” he murmured, watching her eyes glaze over.

In awe, he touched her breasts. The whimpering sound she made shot right down to the soles of his feet. The couch was going to be way too small for what he had in mind.

Easing Annie down to the carpet, he quickly got rid of his pants before he joined her. Leaning on his elbow, he crushed his mouth to hers. Slender arms circled his neck as he teased and loved her lips.

Only when her body moved restlessly beneath him, did he let his lips travel down her face, along her neck, down to her breasts where he lingered, savored, tortured. Her soft hands stroked his back, their legs tangled together.

He wanted to give her everything he could. They’d have this one night. It would have to be enough.

*

She hadn’t knownit was possible to feel so much. Nobody’s touch had ever elicited so much joy, so many overpowering sensations. All her senses were stimulated to a point where she was worried she’d burst into flames.

Big hands were stroking her flesh, lips were slowly moving down her body, inch by delicious inch. Murmuring soft words she couldn’t quite make out, Craig explored her body thoroughly while his mouth continued its journey downward.

The need to become a part of him was making her delirious. She pleaded and sobbed, her body arching up, wanting more. Finally, his mouth closed around her heat, stars exploded behind her eyelids, a wild wind picked her up, tossed her deep into a stormy sea where waves of pleasure tumbled relentlessly over her.

*

Watching her crest,he stroked her smooth skin, moist from their lovemaking. Somewhere inside him, something that had been wound tightly for a long time loosened.

He didn’t let her catch her breath but used his hands and mouth to slowly drive her up and up until her sighs turned to gasps. And then he brought her over the edge again. Only when he was sure she was ready, when she was pliant in his arms and whimpering his name, her body arching up to him, did he move over her.

Inch by delicious inch, he slid into her, her warmth welcoming him. Finally. He was where he’d been dreaming about for so long, where he was meant to be. Bending down, he caught her eager lips. Long, silky legs slipped around him, pulling him closer. Gripping her hands tightly, he lifted his head as he began to move.

And as if they’d had this dance a thousand times before, she quickly found his rhythm, her eyes locked with his as they surged forward together.

Desperate not to miss a thing, he tried watching her, he wanted to remember every single detail about her, but with his blood roaring in his ears, his heart beating in sync with hers, his head fell backward as they rode the next wave together.

He’d never made love like this—his last rational thought before he shouted Annie’s name.

*

Annie opened hereyes. She was lying on top of a very nice, warm body. In the next minute, though, pleasure was replaced with sadness clutching at her throat. It had to end. He had to go, but for one more minute, she was going to enjoy being here with him like this.

Everything was different. She was different. She’d made love with Craig. He’d made love to her.

Love. Just four letters.

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