Free The Airman's E-Mail Order Bride (Heroes of Chance Creek Book 5) by Cora Seton Page B

contentment.
    “You feel great, Helena.”
    She rolled her eyes at his use of her fake name, but didn’t say a word. She trailed a hand over his shoulder and down his muscled arm. Colt had always been in great shape, but his biceps today were big enough to make her weak in the knees. “Strong,” she said, her voice husky.
    “Credit the Air Force for that. It whipped me into shape.”
    “Sure did.”
    Heather leaned forward to press a kiss to his collarbone, tasting the saltiness of his skin. He pulled her closer and cupped her bottom. Her pulse spiked and she pressed herself against him, wanting to feel more. Colt skimmed his hands up again and palmed her breasts. Heather gasped.
    “Too fast?” Colt stopped.
    “No.”
    He chuckled at the desperation too clear in her voice. “That’s how I feel. I want to strip you down, toss you on the bed and make love to you until the cows come home.”
    “Why don’t you?”
    He stilled. Reached up to cup her chin. “You giving me permission, Helena ?”
    She nodded, unable to speak.
    He kissed her again, long and hard. A demanding kiss that left her breathless when he pulled away. He slipped his hands under the hem of the clingy black shirt she wore and tugged it up and over her head. Plunging his hands down her pants, he had them pooled around her ankles in a moment. He palmed her breasts again, skimming his hands all over her body, chafing her skin to warm her as he kissed her again. With a growl low in his throat, he undid the clasp of her bra, untangled her from it and tossed it away. He bent to take a nipple into his mouth and Heather clutched his shoulders, biting her lip to keep from crying out. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed being with a man until this moment. Her whole body responded to the feeling of his tongue on her skin and as he licked and laved and tugged at her sensitive nipple, the ache between her legs intensified.
    He moved to lavish attention on her other breast until Heather was trembling with desire, then just when she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore he reached down, tugged her panties down and slid a hand between her thighs.
    A garbled sound escaped her and all she could do was cling to him as he teased her into a feverish peak. She shrieked when he picked her up suddenly and made good on his threat to toss her on the bed. Laughing when she hit the mattress and bounced up and down a couple of times, she yelped again when Colt leapt on top of her and pinned her to the mattress.
    “I’ve got you now,” he said in a mock growl.
    “You do,” she said. She let him lift her hands over her head and shifted beneath him as he settled between her thighs, his desire for her all too evident as he pressed against her. He began a slow exploration of her body, trailing kisses down her neck, to her breasts, to her belly and back up again.
    He released her hands and shifted downward, kissing a path down her belly again lower and lower until he found her core. Heather arched her back and twisted her fingers in the bedspread as he teased her with his tongue, his movements making her hum with desire. He slid his hands under her bottom and lifted her to give him deeper access. She wouldn’t be able to hang on much longer.
    “I have a condom. Should I put it on?” he rumbled against her.
    “Please.” She’d long since given up using the Pill.
    He moved quickly to fetch it, sheath himself and nudge her thighs further apart with his knees. Taking up his position between them again, he pressed against her with the tip of his hardness.
    “You’re beautiful, Helena .”
    Heather closed her eyes at the sound of the false name on Colt’s tongue. He was goading her to fess up about the truth. He was—
    “Oh,” she breathed as he pushed inside of her, filling her with one long stroke. Colt slid out of her and pushed in again, and Heather couldn’t think coherently anymore. She didn’t care what name Colt called her, and didn’t care what