Page 49 of Montana Rain

Cole closed his eyes and groaned, sucking so deep I saw stars and fell into bliss. I arched my hips into him, and he didn’t let me go, teasing me through the orgasm that felt absolutely impossible—and even after, when my body sagged to the blankets.

“I don’t want to stop,” he murmured against my thigh. “I’ll stay right here, tasting your pleasure, princess.”

A strangled sound came out of my throat. “You can’t.”

“Yes, I can.” He kissed the skin of my stomach. “Until you believe it.”

His mouth made a path back up my body until he reached my neck. Our hands still tangled together, he stretched them over my head and settled between my thighs. “More importantly, I didn’t plan for this. I don’t have any condoms, and if you don’t want to take the risk, we won’t. I haven’t been with anyone since before I met you, and the last time I was tested, my results were clear. But I will happily, happily worship at the altar that is your pussy for the rest of our time in this cabin.”

Kisses on my cheek. My temple. My jaw. Every touch overwhelmed and astounded me. If anything, this showed me the whole truth.

The man I’d first met was gone.

This was who Cole Phillips was when given space to breathe and find himself. Come to terms with what he’d been through and feel what he’d done to others.

“No,” I whispered. “I want you.”

“Are you sure?”

“I haven’t—” My breath hitched. “It’s been a long time.”

Cole kissed me slowly. “Would you hate me if I told you I enjoyed hearing that?”

“Going alpha male on me?” I managed a smile, though my breath was short.

“Maybe a little. But as much as I like the idea of no one having touched your body in a while, I like it more that you’re willing to share it with me.”

In his words, I heard the hesitancy and the shame. The feeling of being undeserving. I blinked back tears and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Stay with me. Please.”

Moving slowly, Cole fit himself against me and slid home.

Chapter 21

Cole

Oh my fucking god.

My head dropped into the hollow of Rayne’s neck, allowing me to breathe in her scent. Strawberries and sex. Feel the heat and the sweat on her skin that I put there.

But being inside her?

I was blind.

My whole body shuddered, not used to the feeling of coming home. It wasn’t my imagination. This was different. So much more than I’d ever thought about, and I was truly, entirely fucked.

There was no way back from this.

Mine.

The deepest part of me declared this woman as a part of me, and though I knew I had no claim to her, losing her now would ruin me.

And I would take the ruin for a little piece of this heaven. But god, I hoped we could last.

“Rayne.” I whispered her name against her lips. “You feel…”

Her neck strained upward, and I licked her skin, needing to taste more of her. All of her. One orgasm between her thighs wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the craving.

I rocked into her, and the sound of her trembling breath was everything. This woman was the bravest person I’d ever met in my fucking life. It took everything not to drive into her like my deepest desires told me to, but I wouldn’t hurt her.

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