Page 50 of Montana Silence

Liam kissed my hip bones as he peeled my jeans off me. Every part of my body was alert and aware. There was no hesitation in Liam’s movements or touch now.

I made the last move. It felt important to be the one to slip my fingers into my underwear and push them down. Liam met me halfway, catching my hands and taking over at my knees.

I was naked with him. Liam looked at me like I was everything he wanted in the world, and I always wantedthatlook.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered.

I shook my head.

Liam only smiled before skimming his hands up my thighs and parting my legs. Adrenaline slammed through me so quickly, I was shaking. Everyone talked about this. The women at the ranch talked about their men. They weren’t shy about sharing, and I always wondered what it would be like.

Tugging me down to the end of the bed, Liam sank to his knees. The smirk on his face did strange things to my insides. And his maintaining eye contact as he leaned in sent heat spiraling through my core. Iwanted,and I didn’t even know how to want.

Liam put his mouth on me.

Right between my legs.

“Oh—” The sound slipped out of me. It was strange and new, andwhydid that feel so good?

He gripped my thighs with his fingers and pushed me open farther, licking into me. The sound he made was that of a starved man. I’d never known how much I needed to hear it. My arms shook, and I gave in, lying back on the bed and surrendering to the feeling of him.

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. All I could do was feel Liam’s lips and tongue. The way he scooped his hands under my thighs and tightened his grip in order to consume me.

Nameless pleasure rose under my skin, leading to something. The only orgasms I’d ever had were desperate and quick, driven by physical need and nothing else. This was so much more.

Dizziness whirled through me. He was taking his time. No urgency in the movements of Liam’s mouth. Only slow, luxurious enjoyment, and no sign of him ever wanting to stop or move on.

I fell into a place of only pleasure. A simple existence of enjoyment and newness. Delicious, honeyed fire drifting along my skin. But I wasn’t growing closer to anything, and a small ball of anxiety grew in my chest.

Liam sealed his mouth over me and sucked, long and slow, before he released me and crawled onto the bed, lining his body up with mine. “What happened?”

I raised my eyebrows in question, and he smiled. His mouth shone withme. My stomach swooped at the sight.

“You tensed up,” he said. “Your whole body went tight as a bowstring.”

“I—” Swallowing, I tried to find the words. “I wasn’t… I don’t think I can. I loved it—”

“Sex isn’t only about orgasms.” He smiled and laughed softly. “They’re great. But it’s more than that. I want to show you pleasure. As long as it feels good, the rest will come.”

I breathed out and wrapped my arms around his neck. “It felt good,” I whispered. “So good. I just—”

Liam’s hand slipped between my legs and grazed the most sensitive part of me. I gasped. Gentle circles around it that brought forward more of the delicious, addictive feeling from under his tongue.

“Orgasms are learned,” Liam whispered in my ear. “It takes time to figure out what you like, what youlove, and what makes you scream.”

Screaming was out of the question. I could barely make a sound voluntarily. Being able to scream? I shuddered.Yes. That sounded amazing. Being able to scream and not worry about how loud I was or what might happen? That would mean I was healing.

The small circles grew faster. One spot he touched made my hips arch into his hand, and he noticed, going back there and teasing it. The feeling built under his single finger, everything tightening and making me shake.

“Liam.” I sounded strangled and frantic, my fingers clinging to his shoulders. It was there—so close. Right behind my eyes.

“I’ve got you,” he said. “I’ve got you.”

His voice reached inside me and lit the fuse. One single burst of pleasure blowing outward in a nova before disappearing. I shook, my body feeling as weak as if I’d just run a mile.

“Are you all right?”

I yanked him down to me and kissed him. Yes. Yes, I was all right. Yes, I wanted him. Yes, I wanted more. I loved not being afraid. I loved the freedom I was feeling right now, and I never wanted to let it go. “More.”

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