Free The Reluctant Bride (Montana Born Brides) by Katherine Garbera Page B

them to undo his pants and hers.
    She reached into the opening of his pants and stroked the length of his cock. It had been so long and she ached for him. All those nights when she’d pretended that her fantasies were as good as the real thing were shown for a lie. Nothing felt as good as Monty.
    She leaned down and kissed his chin, pushed his shirt up so she could see his chest. She dropped kisses on his flat nipples and noticed a fresh scar on his side. It was puckered, and no longer red but sort of pink. She rubbed her finger over it and looked up at him.
    “ Not now,” he said.
    She licked it and kissed it, reaching lower between his legs to touch him and reassure herself that he was here with her.
    She kissed her way down his flat stomach and he tangled his hands in her hair and pulled her head back up toward his. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her as their mouths met and tongues tangled. The fire in her body was matched by the flames in her soul. She wanted him, and she needed this moment to last forever and be a sort of salve for the past.
    She knew it couldn ’t change things or make anything right again, but at this moment none of that mattered. She arched against him as he cupped her breasts through the thin layer of her undershirt, stroking her nipples and leaning down to suckle her through the fabric. She rocked against him, frustrated by the layers of cloth that separated them.
    He slipped his hands down her back and underneath the layers of her bottoms, cupping her butt. She loved the way his big hands felt on her skin as he rocked her against his length. She needed more. Wanted him with a desperation that scared her.
    She tucked that away to analyze later because she hadn ’t thought that being with him would be as frightening as being without him. She hung on to him as he lifted her off his lap, rolling them both to their sides. He pushed her leggings down her and lifted the undershirt she wore, and then covered her body with his. She felt the brush of his t-shirt over her nipples and then the tickling sensation of his chest hair. He rotated his shoulders, rubbing his chest over hers.
    She moved her legs, working her pants down, and they got trapped at her ankles by her boots, but Monty found his way between them. She felt the tip of his cock against her center and she arched her back wanting him inside of her.
    “ Are you still on the pill?” he asked.
    “ Yes. I am.”
    He kissed her again, and she felt his hips move and the tip of him poised at the entrance of her body before he thrust deep inside her and waves of sensation started to wash over her. She felt tears stinging the back of her eyes as he filled her completely and started thrusting in and out. She clung to his shoulders, buried her face in his shoulder and let herself admit that she needed this man and that was why she had run. Not because of anything else other than she now knew how fragile life could be and she didn’t want to take a chance on losing him.
    He reached between their bodies, his fingers dancing over her clit, and she shook with the power of her orgasm. He kept thrusting, driving her toward a second climax, whispering highly sexual words in her ear as his hips thrust harder and faster, and then he shook and called her name as he emptied himself into her body.
    Her heart beat so hard, and she held Monty to her with a strength that belied her need to keep him with her.

    Monty held Risa in his arms, rolling to his side and catching his breath. Not for the first time, he was painfully aware of how confusing she could be. He saw the wetness in her eyes, knew she’d cried but suspected he hadn’t hurt her.
    “ Did I hurt you?”
    She shook her head.
    “I just didn’t realize how much I’d missed you.”
    She rolled to her side and righted her clothing. He tucked himself away and zipped his pants and sat there on the blanket. He could let her go, get back on the horses and go about their day, but he didn’t want