Free Montana Rescue (The Wildes of Birch Bay Book 2) by Kim Law

grand finale, and his hands sought out the contours of her butt. He tested the lower curve of her cheeks in his palms, a groan ripping from the back of his throat, then jerked her forward, bringing her into full contact with his body. Her own moan joined his.
    “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she whispered.
    “Then take them off me.”
    She didn’t have to be told twice. She ripped open the buttons of his shirt, her fingers flying over the material, while he continued a more leisurely tour of her backside. Once his skin was exposed, she thrust her hands inside the shirt and flattened her chest to his. A shiver wracked her body. His mouth latched onto the curve of her neck, nibbling, and he began inching her backward.
    She allowed him do whatever he wanted, barely conscious of his movements, while she focused solely on one thing. Touch. He was a symphony of textures. Hot, tight skin beneath the pads of her fingers, scratchy hair teasing at her nipples. The cool metal of his belt buckle pressing into her belly, and the soft rub of worn denim sliding along her thighs.
    When he palmed her butt and urged her upward, she lifted both legs and let him fit her to the hardness behind the zipper of his jeans. Her fingers shook as she shifted her hands to his belt buckle, ready to uncover all the treasures he held dear. She tugged, trying to free his belt, but progress quickly slowed. Because while she tried to remain on task, he’d started something new. His hands gripped her with clear determination, the fullest part of her rear filling his palms and his fingertips meeting in the middle. They dug deep into her soft flesh.
    Then with a fast squeeze, he angled her slightly down and away.
    “Oh, sheesh.” She sucked in a breath. His move had dragged her swollen, sensitive flesh over the denim. Her body throbbed.
    When he loosened his grip, she immediately thrust forward, grinding onto the ridge of his jeans. Her breath hitched. Then his knees bumped into the side of the bed, and the thought that he would put her down—disconnect her body from his—pulled a strangled whimper from her lips.
    “Please,” she begged. She was panting now.
    He didn’t lay her down, though. Instead he gripped and tipped her away from him once again, then reconnected her to his front. Each of her bumps against his body was accompanied by a small thrust of his own.
    The movements were subtle, but they were enough to drive her mad.
    Back and forth. Over and over.
    He kept it up, and her whimpers increased. He wouldn’t let her stay connected to him long enough to send her over the edge, but taunted her with all the different sensations instead. With each tiny thrust.
    “Please,” she begged again. Her body was tight now. Ready to fly.
    “Come for me.” His words were a whisper against her shoulder as he continued pumping her. His lips grazed over her skin.
    “I can’t . . .” She twitched in his hands.
    “You can.” He angled her away again. “You will .”
    She grabbed frantically at his shoulders, hoping to still his motions and control the game. But when his mouth shifted and his teeth bit into the flesh just above one breast, her entire body arched. She began to shake.
    He ducked his head and caught a nipple between his lips, and the shock of the touch had her shouting out. Her head dropped back. And she handed over complete surrender to Nick. His move had been the final push she’d needed. She was connected solidly with the denim now, and she ground herself tight.
    “Come,” his demanded hoarsely. Then his lips sucked her hard, pulling urgently at her breast, and she had no choice. She did exactly as he’d asked.
    The orgasm didn’t start slow. It immediately engulfed her, licking at her entire body with flames. Her thighs clenched, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Control was a thing of the past as spasms vibrated through her, almost to the point of pain.
    Only, it wasn’t pain she felt tonight. And she didn’t want