Page 50 of Montana Rain

Lifting her thigh, I wrapped my fingers around it before curling her injured leg around my hips. “Does that hurt?”

“I don’t think anything can hurt right now.”

My tone was a warning. “Rayne.”

“No, it doesn’t hurt.”

“Good.”

When I moved, she moved, and then we moved together. Slow, aching, and perfectly in sync. I watched her face, savoring the little expressions of pleasure. It was all I wanted—her pleasure.

Little changes in angles until she lost her breath. “Right there, princess?”

Rayne bit her lip, nodding.

I bent down and brushed my lips over her ear. “Do you like to be loud? Do you like hearing me talk to you?”

“I’m not good at this.”

Capturing her mouth with mine, I kissed her until her muscles eased once again, rolling my hips exactly against the spot that made her moan. “There’s nothing to be bad at. I love hearing you. I love feeling you.”

“I—”

Kissing her again, I swallowed her words. In this moment, I wouldn’t let her doubt herself or think there was anything she could do wrong. Her hair shone bright in the firelight, the glow of her skin and the twinkle in her eyes capturing all of my attention. She was so fucking beautiful, she stole my breath.

I pulled her leg farther around me so I could push deeper. Harder. Drive her into breathless pleasure.

We fell into the rhythm, growing faster together.

Rayne stifled a moan, and I pressed her hands harder into the floor. “Don’t hide from me, Rayne. Let me hear you. I fucking love those sounds.”

Her next moan was louder, and it drove all my remaining blood to my cock. “God, you feel good,” I breathed the words into her neck, thrusting harder, grinding down to drive her higher.

I let her hands go, scooping my arms under her shoulders, cradling her head. She dropped her hands to my shoulders, nails digging in. Those little breaths I recognized from her first orgasm started again, the heat of her mouth grazing my neck.

Yes. I didn’t dare say anything or stop. I needed her to come more than anything in this life. No stopping, no speeding up or slowing down.

Rayne fell apart, body clenching down on me as she gasped and moaned, pulling me down to her and finally showing me everything.

It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

Lightning barreled down my spine, pleasure slamming into me like a train. My mouth crushed hers to stop myself from completely unleashing every bit of lust I’d had for her since the first moment I saw her. It went on for longer than I’d ever had before.

We came back to ourselves gradually, kisses slowing, bodies still connected. Words tumbled around in my head, but none of them felt right. None of them felt real.

“I don’t know what to say, except sex has never made me speechless before,” I whispered against her lips.

Rayne wrapped her arms around my neck. “Don’t go anywhere,” she said. “Please.”

“I’m not.” She had no idea how true that was. I wasn’t going to leave her unless she ordered me to go.

“Right now, I mean.” She drifted her hands over my shoulders and down my ribs, cheeks flushing. “I—”

“What?”

Her breath shook. Part of me hated seeing her so nervous, and the other part of me reveled in the fact that she trusted me. “I like this part,” she said. “I mean, I like all of it. But I like feeling…” Rayne closed her eyes. “Your weight. The heaviness. Feeling solid, like you’re not going anywhere. It never lasts long enough.” The last few words were mumbled, and she glanced toward the fire.

The idea that someone would roll over and go to sleep after being with a woman like Rayne made me see red. She would get sick of how much I wanted this. The connection and depth. Something I hadn’t had in forever.

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