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

his.
    There was no playing in him now. He demanded her obedience, and in one smooth move, his body covered hers.
    Within seconds, Nick had the promised condom on and had lifted slightly off her. He stared down, his eyes blazing, but seeming to ask for permission one last time. She gave it with a nod, and his thighs wasted no time nudging hers apart. He positioned himself at her opening, and though she had one tiny second of panic at the thought of what she was about to do, she didn’t change course. She merely closed her eyes so Nick wouldn’t see, and pulled his mouth back down to hers. He pushed inside her.
    The feel of him was intense and heady, and a darned-near out-of-body experience. Their breaths mingled, and their bodies fit together with not a single breath of air between them. And Nick felt right inside of her.

Chapter Seven

    I t took more than a few minutes before Nick’s breathing allowed speech again. While he waited, he kept his eyes closed and noted several key facts.
    First, the television was still on. The movie had flashed in silence as they’d come together. It had been fascinating to watch her reach orgasm in the strobe-light effect.
    Additionally, since they’d finished, Harper hadn’t uttered a sound.
    Nick swallowed a bout of nerves as the final observation hit his consciousness. She remained beside him, but she lay completely still. No part of her touched any part of him.
    Had they just made a mistake?
    And if so, what was he supposed to say to make it better now?
    This wasn’t how his “after” usually played out, so he decided that until proven otherwise, he’d go with the theory that Harper was simply not a cuddler. Hopefully her stillness was par for the course.
    “Did you have sex with Betsy before coming over here?”
    His eyes popped open. “What?” he snapped. He gaped at her. “Of course not.”
    “Okay.” She looked neither upset nor relieved. “I was just checking.”
    And he was just pissed.
    He rolled to his elbow and frowned when she closed her eyes. “Harper,” he said.
    She didn’t reply. Nor did she open her eyes. So he brought her face around to his. When she still didn’t look at him, he continued to glare at her, hoping the look would somehow burn its way through her eyelids. It took a moment, but his determination paid off. She finally peeked at him, and he could tell by her now-smug expression that she was going for a superior look, trying to play off the moment with humor. But he wasn’t laughing.
    “Why would you think that?”
    Her smugness faltered, uncertainty replacing the self-assured, bold woman he knew her to be. “She was just . . . And you were . . .” She shrugged. “Not that it would matter either way. You can do whatever you want.”
    “Of course I can. But do you really think that’s what I would do?”
    “I don’t really know you, Nick.” Her words were soft spoken, and the honesty in them immediately drained him of anger. She was right. Neither of them knew much about the other.
    “Well, that’s one thing you now know.” He gentled his words. “I wouldn’t do that. To anyone.”
    She licked her lips, relief flashing through her eyes.
    And he suddenly wondered who she really was if that kind of vulnerability lived inside her. He told himself to return to his side of the bed. To resume their post-sex non-cuddling. To not make more of the moment than it was. But he didn’t want to roll away from her. Especially not with that slight look of uncertainty still lingering on her face. So he kissed her again.
    He could still taste the mix of beer and popcorn on her lips, and when he pulled back, she was looking at him. The vulnerability had disappeared, but the moment remained heavy.
    At a loss for what to do next, he fell back on his old standby. Charm.
    He gave her a knowing smile, and he picked up her hand and turned it over. He pressed his mouth to the inside of her wrist and inhaled. As she had earlier in the day, she