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

to ever stop feeling it.
    After what seemed like forever, when her body finally calmed, her hands dropped to her sides, and her forehead landed on Nick’s shoulder. She was drained. And only after her breaths began to slow did she once again become aware of her surroundings, realizing that she’d not even managed to get one piece of clothing off his body. But she wasn’t about to apologize for her failure. She’d needed this. And danged, but he’d delivered.
    “You okay?” he asked. His words whispered across her ear, and her body shivered.
    “Maybe,” she murmured.
    He chuckled. “Ready for me to put you on the bed?”
    Honestly, she wanted to stay right where she was for a while longer. She liked the feel of his arms holding her. They were really strong. But she didn’t say any of that. Instead, she nodded, and only after he’d tugged the covers back and gently settled her head on her pillow, did she finally lift her gaze.
    His brows inched up. He was asking if he could join her. Or if she’d had enough.
    She hadn’t had nearly enough. “Take off your clothes.”
    Her throaty words were all he needed. The heat in his eyes turned to cinders, and in thirty seconds he was naked from head to toe. But when he put one knee on the bed at her side, she stopped him with a lifted palm. He groaned, but he didn’t finish climbing in with her. He stayed right where he was, his body inches away. So she took a really long, fascinated stare.
    He was hard all over, his muscles well defined, with little body fat anywhere. Clearly he worked out. Often. And the highlight of his body—the really amazing area that she’d just rubbed herself all over—was thick. And not shy. It jutted right at her. So she slid a hand over him.
    “Harper,” Nick warned. His hips clenched, thrusting him farther into her grip.
    “You’re big,” she noted.
    Masculine pride flashed in his eyes.
    “And I’ll bet you’re good at this,” she went on. The line of his mouth remained flat as she spoke, his eyes carefully watching her again. She was stalling, but only for a minute. Only long enough to let her mind catch up with her body.
    It had been a really long time since she’d done this. Understandably, she was a little nervous. As well as fascinated.
    And also angry.
    She’d never wanted to sleep with anyone but Thomas.
    She stroked her hand to the base of Nick and back up, shoving her husband from her mind. Then she repeated her action a second time. The third sweep of her grip up to the head of Nick’s penis had her fingers squeezing harder, and a tiny bead of moisture appeared on the tip. So she leaned in.
    He remained in her hand, so she felt him tense. At the same time, his breaths shortened. Peering up from her intimate position, she thrilled at the look of pleading on his face. And finally, she felt back in control.
    She stuck her tongue out and touched him, and his body jerked. Then without further hesitation, she fit her lips around his head and his hands came down on her shoulders. His fingers dug in hard, and a heavy grunt hit her ears. And after a few seconds of simply absorbing—the way her mouth stretched around him, the feel of his blood pumping so close to the skin—Harper finally began to move. She took him deeper into her mouth, sliding her lips and hands up and down the length of him together, while her tongue played its own game over the heated flesh.
    She worked him for several minutes, finding her own thrill as long-ago techniques came back. Then she slid both palms to his butt and gripped, and pulled him tight to her. He was large in her mouth, but she didn’t shy away. It was too damned exhilarating just to be doing this.
    When she finally broke for a breath, easing her mouth slowly off him, she intended to mutter something clever and teasing, but was caught by surprise instead. Nick’s face was suddenly in front of hers, his thumb and forefinger gripping her chin. Then he was punishing her mouth with