Page 51 of Sinner's Redemption

“Don’t stop. Keep going. It’s the only thing stopping me from drowning you right now,” I muttered as he chuckled, resuming the massage.

“Seriously, babe. Check my phone. I didn’t get one call. I thought you were still upset with me, so I let you be.”

“I was mad until your mother showed up. She put things in perspective for me. Montana?”

“Yeah, babe.”

“You killed Robbie, right? I didn’t imagine that did I?”

He said nothing for the longest time before I heard him say “No babe. You didn’t imagine it.”

“What happened to Megan?”

“Called Storm. She was his piece. Told him to take care of her.”

Sitting up fast, I turned to face him. “He isn’t going to kill her, is he?!”

Montana huffed, sitting on his ass. “No. He’s going to find her a rehab facility to get her clean. When she’s out, he’ll set her up in an apartment until she can take care of herself again. Megan was a sweet girl. Graduated at the top of her class. She wanted to be a chef. Got accepted into the Cordon Blue academy until she strayed. Don’t worry. Storm will get her back on track.”

Returning to my spot, I just got comfortable when I heard his clothes rustle before he pushed me forward, then climbed in the tub behind me. Wrapping his arms around me, I leaned back against him and sighed.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For making you feel as if I don’t care. I do, Tess, but this is all new to me. I don’t know what I’m doing half the time with you. Part of me just wants to tie you to my bed, so I’ll know you’re safe and the other half of me agrees.”

I chuckled at that.

“You can’t protect me all the time, Montana. I have a life. Or I will when I find a hospital that will hire me. I want to be a doctor. I went to school to become a doctor. One day soon, I will work at a hospital, and danger will surround me.”

“I know that,” he whispered, tightening his arms around me. “It’s my nature to protect you. I can’t stop myself any more than I can stop breathing. You are like the wind. Impossible to catch.”

I whispered. “You have me, Montana. You’ve always had me. I’m not going anywhere.”

His mouth caressed my neck.

Closing my eyes, I relaxed against him, lulled by the heat of the water and his body. I allowed myself the comforting sensation of simply being with him. Montana Stone was not a man to bathe with a woman. In the years I’ve known him, never, not once, did he ever join me in a bath.

I had to admit I liked this side of him.

The softer side.

The sensual side he rarely let out.

The man I loved wore many faces. Someone in his position needed to. But behind closed doors, with no one around but us, this was the man I loved the most.

The one I wanted to marry.

Content just to lie still, I wasn’t surprised when his hands moved, stroking over my abdomen, rising to my breasts, drawing lazy circles in the bubbles over my breasts.

His hands felt like wildfire, leaving a trail of smoldering ember across my skin. From the moment we first met, fire ignited fast between us and burned out of control. Medically, I knew that was impossible, but there was no other explanation other than he was my soul mate. Since I was a doctor, I knew things like soul mates were the body’s endorphins reacting to one other.

Logically, that made more sense.

However, my heart knew differently.

The fact was I fell in love with Montana Stone the second he smiled at me. Drawn to the unattainable man, there wasn’t a part of my body, heart or soul that didn’t belong to him.

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