Page 67 of Montana Rain

And just like the fantasy every woman had about getting kissed in the rain, Cole made every inch of that dream come true, hauling my body against his and holding me there with one hand on my ass, the other behind my neck, his cock hard and hot between us.

“Now that I have you out of that cabin, princess, anything can happen.”

He’d made good on his promise last night, but I didn’t doubt he had more to give. I didn’t doubt anything when it came to Cole Phillips. The fact that I could have that thought in my head was, in itself, incredible.

“Gotta check your ankle,” he said, voice nearly inaudible in the water. Cole sank to his knees, gently lifting my foot and feeling with his fingers. It wasn’t so bad now. The swelling was down, and as long as I took ibuprofen, it was okay. It would be good as new in a few days. I was just lucky I hadn’t sprained it or done something worse.

“Looks good.” Cole set my foot down gently and slipped his hands around the backs of my thighs. “But since I’m down here.”

My hands fell to his shoulders as he pulled my legs apart, pressing his lips to my center. “Cole—”

He hummed against my skin, freezing any protest I had. The hold he had on me—I wasn’t going to fall, and he wasn’t going to stop.

I didn’t want him to.

Cole worshipped me with his mouth and tongue, lifting his hands to squeeze my ass and hold me against him. Already he’d learned what worked for me. The pressure and rhythm that made heat rise beneath my skin and my breath go short.

But I still wasn’t fast. “We can move to the bed.” I angled my head back, savoring being caught between Cole and the heat of the shower. “You can’t be comfortable on your knees.”

He moved me, turning me so I leaned against the wall. “If you’re thinking about my knees right now, I’m not doing a good enough job.” Cole dove in again, not giving me the chance to think or question. The only thing I could do was relax into the bliss of his mouth and cover my own with my hand when the pleasure came barreling out of nowhere, hotter than the shower itself.

“There it is.” He gave another long, slow lick between my legs. “You’re addictive.”

My knees felt weak, and Cole kept my body between him and the wall as he stood, making sure I didn’t fall. I let him hold me up as he reached for the hotel shampoo and washed my hair for me.

My skin tingled with chills, reacting to the sensation of Cole’s fingers in my hair. God, I loved the feeling of it. He was tall enough to do it too, turning me to face the wall while he finished the job and rinsed my hair before washing my body.

Thoroughly.

The whole time, he hadn’t stopped touching me. But now? I needed him to let me go. Grabbing his hand, I smirked at him. “Don’t let me fall.”

“What—”

I sank down, and Cole went quiet, realizing what I was doing. His mouth opened, and I reached out, placing a hand on his abs. “If you can do it?”

Warmth and humor filled his gaze. “The last time you said that, you hurt your ankle.”

“I don’t think my ankles are in danger from a blow job.”

“I’m sure I could find a way to make it—fuck.” His voice cut off when my lips met his skin. One hand fell against the shower wall, and the other to my hair. His fingers gripped like he wanted to take control, but he didn’t.

It had been forever since I’d done this. And even when I had, I hadn’t felt very good at it. Cole’s reaction made pleasure curl in my gut. His breath hissed through his lips like he was holding everything back.

I took him into my mouth, closed my eyes, and let instinct guide me. Deeper, enjoying the rhythm of his hips and the friction of his length on my tongue. I wanted to learn him the way he was learning me. Which ways my mouth could make his breath hitch and muscles tense.

“Rayne.” Cole’s voice was nearly strangled. “I need to be inside you.”

Raising an eyebrow, I pulled back. “Fair is fair.”

Grasping me beneath the elbows, he lifted me to my feet and shut off the water then picked me up, grabbing a towel on the way out of the bathroom.

He spread me out on the towel and hovered over me, taking my mouth in a bruising kiss. “Is this all right?” he asked, gripping my hips. “I love your mouth, but I need this.”

“As long as it wasn’t because you didn’t like it.” I said it lightly, like I was teasing, but I needed to know.

“Absolutely not. It’s because I was about to come too soon like a teenager, and like hell do I want the evening to be over before it starts.”

“Why, Cole Phillips.” I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. “Are you saying you don’t have enough stamina to go more than once?”

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