Page 70 of Montana Freedom

The relief in her eyes was clear, and gone were any signs of hesitation. She reached for me and bowed her head, taking me between her lips, and I swore I’d died and gone to heaven.

What I didn’t tell her—and what I could no longer say because her mouth had robbed me of the power of speech—was that it had been so long since anyone’s mouth had been near my cock, I could barely remember it.

Even if there hadn’t been a gap in my experience, it was perfect. All warmth and heat—I was lost in the power of her mouth and the sweet, eager sensation of her wanting to care for me.

I needed her in so many ways, and most of all, I needed to hold her. This was so beautiful, but I needed to see her and hear her. “Emma.”

She looked up.

“Come here, sweetheart. Please.”

I saw uneasiness in her eyes as I dragged her into my lap, my erection so, so close to where I wanted it to be. “You are very muchnotbad at that.” I told her quietly and felt her body relax. “I just need you to be here with me right now and not kneeling in front of me. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “But I do want to try that again sometime.”

“I’m not going to turn down the offer,” I laughed. “But after last night—”

“I know.”

She stood for a second, shoving the gorgeous underwear off her hips before coming back to me, and neither of us made an effort to move to a different position. We came together, sliding against each other like we’d been doing this every day for years and not only a few days.

“No matter what,” she said. “I’m taking care of you this time.”

She backed up her words, rocking her hips and using her own momentum to drive us together. I held her with my good arm, and I used my bad arm to bring her mouth to mine.

Slow, easy movement with waves of pleasure from both of us. She gasped into my mouth as I thrust upward. We could take care of each other.

I shuddered at the true reality of how close we’d come, again, to disaster. I suddenly understood Lucas’s words during the wedding so much more. I understood Jude’s desperation and devastation with Lena’s close call, and I understood Noah’s urge to protect Kate at all costs. Grant’s sacrifice of his body to keep Cori alive.

There was nothing I wouldn’t do to protect this woman. This brilliant, beautiful, and kind woman. I didn’t want to let her go. Ever.

My thoughts stuttered to a stop even as our bodies kept moving, pleasure spiraling through me and driving us faster.

I didn’t know when it started. Whether it was seeing her in my dreams and hearing her call to me, or the moment I caught her when she fell. Maybe it was the quiet lunches and conversations. But I was falling in love with Emma Derine, and no part of me was afraid.

Keeping my hand around her waist, I spun us to the bed so I was over her, her legs around my hips. She laughed, pure joy on her face. And with my next rolling thrust, the laugh turned to a moan. I could live forever on the sound of her voice like this—breathless and wanting.

My mouth roamed her skin, tasting her nipples through the lace of her bra and drawing kisses along her neck. She held me close, and I wondered if it was possible to be addicted to someone. That was the way I felt right now.

Maybe it was the endorphins in my body from the injury or maybe it was just her, but the only thing I wanted was the taste of her on my tongue.

“Daniel…” Her breath was short, and I didn’t stop. I kept my rhythm steady, exactly as it was, grinding my hips down into her clit, making sure Emma had every chance at pleasure.

“I’ve got you,” I told her. The words came from the deepest of places. Where my instincts dwelled. Together, right now, we were both creatures of instinct, acting as our base selves and no more. Our most desperate needs were on display for the other. “I’ll always have you. Whatever you need,” I leaned down and whispered in her ear. “If you need safety or pleasure, comfort or love, you’ll find it here. With me. In my arms, with me buried inside you. We belong to each other.”

Emma shuddered, fingers clawing at my shoulders and the back of my neck to bring me closer. The pain was nothing in comparison to feeling her come, squeezing me like her body depended on it for life. I had no way to hold back, my climax barreling through me with the force of a train.

I kissed her, hard and deep, sealing this moment between us. It felt sacred and precious—not something I ever wanted to lose.

We caught our breath together, finally slipping apart and rearranging ourselves on my bed. “Well.” Emma finally broke the silence, voice rough as if she’d been screaming. “That was incredible.”

“You’re incredible.” I kissed her hair and savored the way she snuggled closer.

We lay for a while, simply breathing, before she finally stirred. “Last night, the police chief came to your room. He listened to my story, and actually said he would be back to listen to yours today, but I’m sure he knows how to find you.”

I laughed. “You bet he does. I’m sure the last thing he wants to do is talk to me. Resting Warrior and the police department are on tenuous terms at the moment. We bring more trouble than he likes.”

Emma sat up and smirked at me, eyes sparkling. “Maybe he should learn to like trouble.”

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