Free Worth The Price (Hart's Fall, Montana) by Delilah Hunt Page B

went impossibly hard. This was the first time a woman… a beautiful woman was looking at him with the remote hint that she was actually attracted to him. The fact that Danika had gone so far as to voice that she wanted him. It was all too much for him.
    “Do you feel that?” He ground his hardness into her. “That’s how much I want you. You have no idea how frustrating it’s been for me all evening watching you. I don’t want you to be afraid of me again, but I can’t stay away from you. I even told myself I wouldn’t try to touch you tonight.” He kissed below her hairline and looked down at her. “Tell me to leave you alone tonight. Say it and I’ll go into one of the spare bedrooms. Remind me that I’m still the same ugly bastard who had no right to marry you.” Yet, as he said the words, his hands strayed toward the smooth skin above her ass, cupping and caressing the lush flesh.
    “I can’t tell you that because I’d be lying to myself and to you.” She placed his hand on her chest. “Do you feel that? That’s how much I want you, Brandon Sharpe. How fast my heart is always beating when you’re around.”
    He buried his face in her hair, inhaling the exotic scent of coconuts and orchid. I’m definitely not dreaming .
    “I want to see our bedroom.” She slid her arms around his neck.
    Brandon groaned inside his head. “Danika, if we go in there, I won’t be able to stop myself from touching you. Every inch of you. I won’t stop tonight until I lose myself completely inside you.”
    “Show me which way to the bedroom.”
    Brandon froze. His finger rose and pointed to the staircase. By the time his brain regained function, she was already halfway up the staircase turning a corner to the bedroom.

    Danika flicked her gaze backward to see Brandon advancing up the staircase, his long legs annihilating the distance separating them. His eyes were cold and hard, yet simmering with a thirst that she longed to quench.
    Looking at him reminded her of a predator stalking an all-too-willing prey. Once he made it to the landing, she felt her lower belly coil with liquid heat. Moisture dampened her lace panties. She stole a glance at the doors on either side of the hall, unsure of which led to the bedroom then turned to face Brandon.
    Big mistake. The incessant pounding in her heart escalated. Carnal need radiated from her pores. Everything about Brandon appeared bigger, stronger…powerful. His eyes held hers captive, refusing to relinquish their fierce hold. Sensing her confusion, he lifted a hand and pointed his forefinger toward the door on the left. His chest rose slowly as if it was hard for him to speak.
    “Brandon?”
    He pointed his finger toward the door again. “Get inside.”
    Oh Lord . Danika sank her teeth into her lip to suppress the moan. She grasped the door handle, aware of his solid male presence behind her. His large hand brushed hers aside to push open the door.
    Inside the bedroom, his long finger curled around a lock of hair above her nape. Brandon swept the hair up and pressed his lips to her bare skin. “From here on out no other man will ever touch you like this.” His hand glided beneath the v-shaped neckline, fondling her breast before giving it a firm squeeze. A gasp fell from her lips at the sensuous touch.
    His eyes searched hers as his thumb caressed her nipple. The tiny bud beaded and stiffened with excitement.
    “You sound so innocent,” he murmured. “How can that be? You’re so beautiful, Cailín , surely you’ve been touched like this before, haven’t you?”
    Knees quivering, she managed to speak. “No. Never like this. A few kisses in college, yes but there was no one I was ever in a serious relationship with. There never seemed to be the right moment or the right guy I wanted to be intimate with.”
    He expelled a loud breath at the precise moment his hand rose from her breast. “You know what I want from you tonight, don’t you? Are you willing…ready to