Free Playing For Keeps (Montana Men) by Jaydyn Chelcee Page A

trying to be funny,” Travis said grimly. “Besides,
he told me to do it. In fact, he dared me to do it. Wanna dance?”
    Sam’s gaze leapt from Travis to Duel and back to Travis.
“You’re both nuts! No. I don’t want to dance. Are you insane?”
    “Maybe. But I do wanna dance.” Travis caught her elbow and guided her onto the dance floor
before she could utter a single protest.
    “What are you doing? I said I don’t want to dance.”
Samantha’s dark eyes snapped with fury. She held herself as stiff as a pole,
and kept a good distance between their bodies.
    Inside, Travis felt his heart jerk. Samantha was in his
arms and she felt damn good. He tilted his head, his attitude a bit cocky. “You
like my kisses.”
    “I do not,” she gasped.
    “Deny it all you want, but the high flush on your cheeks
gives you away.” He yanked her closer—close enough so her full breasts pressed
against his chest.
    “What are you doing?” she snapped.
    “We were too conspicuous standing here with you hissing at
me like a coiled rattler.”
    “I do not hiss.”
    “Rattling a warning then.”
    “You’re impossible.”
    “And you’re beautiful in that flowing bit of nothing.” He
flashed a quick eye at the vivacious curves of her firm breasts. They spilled
over the heart-shaped top of the vibrant red gown. “Scarlett O’Hara,” he
uttered softly.
    “What?” She blinked. “You don’t make a lick of sense.”
    “How ‘bout I just lick you, and we forget the sense part
of it?” He traced his tongue beneath the soft, warm flesh near her left ear.
Travis didn’t think he’d ever forget how she tasted, or how tight her nipples
became when he’d suckled them that long ago night.
    She was just so damn cute. No way could he stop wanting her.
Hell, he didn’t want to stop wanting her. Sam reminded him of Valerie
Bertinelli, only a younger version — same
bob of shiny brown hair that curved toward her chin, same snap to her sultry,
coffee-hued eyes, same rosy flush to her cheeks, same bubbly sound of laughter — when she laughed, which was rare these
days.
    “Don’t look at me that way,” she ordered primly.
    “What way?”
    She tried to squirm out of his grasp. “You know what way.”
    “Don’t.” He tightened his grip on her waist. “It isn’t
going to kill you to dance with me one time.” Travis drew her closer. He heard
her sharp gasp and lifted a brow. “I can’t help what you do to me.”
    “I didn’t do anything!”
    “You did once.”
    “Don’t you dare mention that night. I–it was… it
was — ”
    “Good?” Travis lifted a dark brow. “Better than good?
Great? Fantastic?”
    “No! It was… nothing.”
    “Ouch. You like
to pretend it was nothing, but honey, my memory’s much better. It was
incredible. You felt delicious. I must have felt good inside you because you
climaxed multiple times and so damned fast, I couldn’t keep up with you. It was
something all right, or you wouldn’t still be running from it…or me. You came
undone in my arms, sweetheart, and you’ve been running away from the truth ever
since. But you can never run or hide from the fact that I had my dick so
friggin’ deep inside you and you…you were moaning and bucking like something
beautiful and wild beneath me.”
    “Shut up! I don’t want to talk about what happened. It
should never have happened. You know it. I know it. I was married.”
    Travis snorted. “Bull shit. You didn’t have a marriage.
You might have had a ring on your finger, but your marriage had wrecked long
before I came along. You were living a lie then, just like you are now. He beat
the crap outta you before we left on that assignment. Why? You never told me
why.”
    “And I’m not going to.”
    “Why did he beat the hell outta you just before we left?”
    Tears welled into her eyes and she lowered her gaze. “It’s
none of your business what happened between David and me.”
    “Oh, God. Was it because of me?”
    Her startled