This Kiss (Made In Montana Book 12) (12 page)

She just nodded, barely managing to do that. The weak shower spray glanced off the tile and hit her hair and the side of her face. She’d put herself there by moving her hips, seeking his touch. And now her hair was completely wet, yet her mouth was so dry she had to moisten her lips.

He watched the swipe of her tongue, his eyes black with desire and torment, but he kept moving, rubbing the swollen head of his penis over her clit. He was doing this for her. And she loved the hot feel of him. But God, how she wished she could sink down, let him fill her to the brink. This was torture. Mostly for him, she imagined.

“Put me down, Ethan,” she said, her hand sliding off his shoulder and pausing at his bulging biceps.

“Am I not hitting you right?” he asked, repositioning both of them and rocking her against his erection. The friction made her breath catch. “Is this better?”

“The only thing better would be you inside me.” She kissed him. Hard and fast. Before they got distracted again.

His lids lowered to half-mast as he lifted a hand to her face. The arm still anchored around her waist kept her suspended while he exacted a more satisfying kiss.

She wasn’t that light, either. She pulled back. “Jesus, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

He smiled. “I bet you aren’t even a hundred pounds.”

“That would be a horrible bet.”

Somehow he’d found another way to rub her clit, the pressure lasting until her feet hit the floor. She raised her eyebrows at him. “One for the road,” she said, and then blushed like crazy. She didn’t even know why.

She tried to laugh it off and would’ve escaped him if she hadn’t tangled with the stupid shower curtain. One thing she both loved and hated about Ethan was that penetrating gaze of his. He seemed to be constantly watching her, mostly in a good way. Like when they were making out, it was nice to know he was fully engaged. But if she was being sneaky or wanted to slide something by him, forget it.

Turned out she needn’t have worried. Ethan finished washing up while she dried herself and blotted some of the moisture from her hair. She thought about turning down the covers but she wanted that perfect view of him that she’d been cheated out of earlier.

With her damp towel wrapped around her, she waited for him to turn off the water and push back the shower curtain. He shook back his wet hair and smiled at the dry towel she held up for him. The light hit him just right. Drops of water glistened on his bronzed skin. His erection had gone down some. Such a pity. Although there was still enough heft there to make her happy.

“Where did you get the tan, cowboy?”

“Mending fences.”

“You lie.”

“What? You think all I do is ride bulls and pimp products? I have a ranch to take care of.”

“Really?” Why didn’t she know about that?

“Yes, ma’am, I do. You gonna bring me that towel?”

“Nope. Come and get it.”

“All right,” he said, stepping out of the stall. “But you can bet that sweet little bottom of yours I’m coming for more than that.”

“Bring it.”

A second later it was
her
towel wrapped around
his
hips, a smug grin curving his mouth. He used the other towel to dry his hair and chest while he gave her a leisurely once-over.

Well, duh. He had lightning reflexes. Terribly stupid thing for her to forget.

She felt like an idiot standing there naked and trying to hide the goods with her hands over her breasts, her bent leg angled over the other thigh barely covering the short landing strip from her last waxing. Ridiculous, considering that she’d given him a show through the shower curtain. She probably looked like a damn cartoon character.

Ethan wasn’t laughing, though. The feral intensity of his eyes had her on the move.

“Watch it,” she said, backing out of the bathroom. “The handcuffs are ready and waiting...”

Sophie froze.

Oh, shit.

She looked at him, her eyes wide.

He stopped in the doorway, staring back at her, realizing the same thing.

They both turned and looked at the gleaming metal cuffs dangling from the bedpost. The bed had been made. The whole room had been picked up.

“Oh God,” Sophie groaned.

Ethan choked out a laugh.

“I’m glad my name isn’t on the register,” she muttered.

“Yeah, thanks.” He caught her hand. “How about you make it up to me?” The towel fell from his hips before he pulled her close, chest to chest, thighs to thighs, skin to breathtaking skin.

12

E
THAN
SKIMMED
A
HAND
down Sophie’s back and she pressed her body closer to his, as if they hadn’t already melded together. She liked touching him. Not in just a sexual way. It was the smooth, firm texture of his skin that felt so good under her fingertips, the ridges of lean muscle absent of bulk that allowed him to move with grace. He truly was a gorgeous man.

“What’s that smile for?” Without waiting for an answer he kissed her.

He didn’t rush, even as his arousal grew harder and thicker. His lips moved over hers at a leisurely pace. How many times had they kissed already? And yet he was nibbling and tasting as though he were learning her mouth for the first time. Her breasts were tight and beginning to ache. He might’ve sensed her waning patience, or lost some of his own. Sliding his hands to her hips, he moved her back toward the bed.

She crawled in between the sheets first, and Ethan, his hand on her ass, slid in right behind her.

“We used the same soap,” he said, cupping her breasts and squeezing gently. “Why do you smell so good?”

“You do, too.”

“Not the same.” He rolled his tongue over her nipple, pulled back to study it, then plucked at it with his lips. At the same time he rubbed his thumb across the other one, over and over, until she was ready to scream.

“What are you doing?”

He lifted his head and did a quick check. “Watching them darken,” he said with a self-satisfied smile.

Before she could even blink he’d spread her legs and wedged himself between them. Propping himself on both elbows, he got into a position that put his mouth over her chest. He kissed each nipple, then cupped the sides of her breasts, pushing them together and sucking both nipples at the same time.

She wasn’t quite busty enough to make the task easy. But he managed to send her back into an arch as she clawed at his arm.

“Your nipples are hypersensitive,” he murmured, looking at her face and kissing one tip very gently. “Am I sucking too hard?”

“No. They usually aren’t this sensitive. But what you were doing— It’s perfect. All of it.”

He used his tongue to swirl and soothe, and then reached over her, putting his chest just above her nose. She surged up and licked his flat brown nipple. He jerked, managed to grab the pillow he was after and tucked it next to her hip.

“For that,” he said, dropping back down to his elbows and shifting so that his mouth was closer to her belly, “I will show no mercy.”

With her legs still spread, she couldn’t be in a more vulnerable position. Or be more excited about what was sure to come. Well, besides her.

Ethan moved down a few more inches and kissed inside each thigh before lifting his head. “What? No ‘bring it’?”

Sophie frowned. She had no idea what he was talking— Oh, right. “Yes,” she murmured, already out of breath, her brain misfiring. “Do that.”

He smiled, but courteously didn’t laugh. He tapped her hip so she’d lift her butt, and he slid the pillow underneath her. Reaching behind her head, she centered and plumped the pillow supporting her neck. She wanted to watch.

Their gazes met.

Ethan dipped his chin. She felt the long, flat swipe of his moist tongue against the seam of her lips. Her insides clenched, and her lids drooped.

“Open your eyes, Sophie,” he said softly, and took another long, slow lick.

She tried not to whimper. Even when he parted her and slid his tongue along her sex. But then he used his fingers, too, and the steamy blend of sensations elicited a moan from her that could’ve been made by an animal in the wild.

She clutched at his shoulder, at the sheets, and finally caught a handful of his hair. His answer was to slip his hands beneath her butt and pull her more firmly against his mouth. His fingers went right back to work, plunging in so deep she couldn’t breathe. And he refused to stop.

“Ethan?” She tugged on his hair. “Condom. Now.”

He lightly sucked her clit.

Sophie exploded.

Her orgasm rocked the bed, shook the entire room. Maybe the whole building. Closing her eyes, opening them, it didn’t matter. She couldn’t see. Cold one second, and hot the next. Trying to drag air into her lungs, she wiggled and squirmed and whimpered. She pulled Ethan’s hair and shoved at his shoulder until he finally eased up.

“Shh,” he whispered close to her ear. He was lying beside her, propped on one elbow and petting her hair.

“What?” she mumbled. When had he moved up? “Was I loud?”

He smiled and kissed her mouth.

Able to taste herself on his lips, she shuddered.

Coming from the hall outside the room she heard receding laughter.

Reality heralded its rude reentry. “Oh God.” She was never loud. Or this breathless. Or still this warm and tingly. “On a scale of one to ten?” she asked, cringing. “Ten meaning I didn’t need a mic.”

Ethan didn’t answer, but the grin he was trying to hold back told her a lot.

“Okay,” she said, wrapping her hand around his erection. “Let’s see you top that.”

Two strokes and his head fell back.

She took the smooth, velvety head in her mouth, and his groan filled the room. She licked and sucked the crown and stroked the rest of him with her hand until his breathing grew ragged. His long fingers circled her wrist and he gently tugged her hand away. He already had a condom out. Wow, she really had missed a lot.

Ethan tore open the foil packet and sheathed himself. Slowly. Very slowly, his tortured expression hot as hell. He’d been ready for her a long time and close to climaxing himself. Yet he’d been patient and generous, making sure he’d taken care of her first. She hoped she didn’t disappoint him. She wouldn’t orgasm just with him inside her. Long ago she’d given up on the elusive G-spot. The damn thing was a myth, and no one could convince her otherwise.

She pressed her lips to his shoulder. He seemed surprised when she swung a leg over his hips to straddle him. Surprised, but not displeased. He stacked a second pillow behind his head and then held on to her hips as she sank onto him.

Every millimeter sent new waves of bliss shooting straight to her pleasure centers. She slowed down, just until she could inhale once more before she died.

Before she knew it, he pulled her up, then flipped her over, sliding his knee between hers and settling in with a kiss that was so hot it left her breathless.

“What was that?” she asked. “Are you okay?”

He smiled as he nodded. “I didn’t want to come too fast.”

“Oh. Well, I was kind of hoping this part of the evening would include you. Inside me.”

“Ah, so you didn’t want to just chat, hmm?”

“I—” She closed her mouth, tilted her head and said, “No. In fact, if you don’t do something right now, I’ll—”

“You’ll what?”

“Ethan. I swear to God...”

He raised his right eyebrow as he lifted both of her knees to his shoulders.

She waited, watched as he pressed a kiss on each nipple. Then, with the control of a man who rode bulls for a living, he entered her. In one swift, sure move.

“Holy mother of—” Sophie put her arms over her head and braced herself on the headboard.

“Okay?”

“Quit talking. And don’t hold back.”

With a feral growl he thrust again. Only this time he changed the angle just a bit. She moaned, and when he started to pull back, Sophie squeezed his cock.

“Sorry,” she said, when it sounded as though she’d hurt him. “Are you all right?”

“On a tightrope here. Real tight.”

“Wouldn’t hurt you to fall,” she said, touching his hair with one hand.

“Not yet.” He shifted his angle once more. Higher than she was used to, and when he pushed in again, she cried out.

This was different. She had to rethink the whole G-spot issue. Damn, Ethan had found it.

He thrust again. And she let out a scream.

Again.

Another scream.

God, they were so going to get kicked out. But she didn’t want him to stop. It was the sweetest torture she’d ever endured. She’d given up trying to keep her eyes open.

One more thrust and then...

Her whole back arched and she came so hard things turned a little gray, shifted upside down, started spinning. They both hit their final shudders within seconds of each other. She’d always known Ethan was a drug, and he’d just proven it.

It took a while to catch her breath, and Ethan, too, but he still managed to lower her legs. When her heart rate slowed to about a hundred beats per minute, she shifted and he tossed himself to the left side of the bed. Good thing he had a lot of practice on his dismounts.

Thinking how loud she’d been, she pressed a hand to her warm cheek. “I can never come back to this town, can I?”

“Nope,” he said, and they both laughed.

* * *

E
THAN
ROLLED
ONTO
his back and tucked her against his hard, languid body. They sure hadn’t needed the heater tonight. His skin was warm from exertion and downright hot in some places. Places that happened to be some of Sophie’s favorites. In fact, she was pretty toasty herself.

She barely had the energy to glance at the clock. It was two-thirty and they’d just finished making love for the second time. They’d managed to sleep for a couple of hours before that, but then Ethan had gotten frisky again and she’d been more than happy to oblige him.

And the thing with Ethan—a very admirable, wonderful thing—there was no rushing him when it came to sex. He liked taking his time, trying different angles, milking every last drop of pleasure out of her. Now that she knew she could orgasm without manual stimulation, she wanted to do it every time. She really had to give him props for being the most patient lover ever. Although she’d been with only three other guys and they’d been just okay.

Drowsy and sated, her cheek pressed to his chest, she traced a circle around his belly button, wondering if he’d been like this as a teenager. Probably not. But if he had, good thing she hadn’t slept with him. A bar set that high first time around...she would’ve been destined for disappointment.

“Sleepy?” he asked, idly rubbing her back.

“Why?”

Ethan laughed. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to ravish you again so soon.”

“Ravish? Is that what you said?”

“Too many syllables for you?”

“Ha.” She stifled a yawn. “Probably.” Not just sleepy, but exhausted. Yet she was unwilling to give up a single minute with him. Tomorrow they’d have twelve hours together on the drive back to Wyoming, if one or the other wasn’t snoozing. “Tell me about your ranch.”

“Ah yes. The ranch,” he said with a quiet chuckle. “I wondered when you’d bring it up.”

“Meaning?”

“I’m busted.”

“What?” She brought her head up. “You lied?”

“Technically, no. I own five hundred acres over in Carver County. Including a dilapidated barn and a two-room cabin that were on the property when I bought it.”

“You live there?”

“Hell no. I’m a cowboy through and through, but I like my modern comforts. And describing the place as rustic is putting it way too nicely.” He shrugged. “Someday I’ll build a house. I don’t know—maybe next year.”

She hated that he’d tensed, though she didn’t know why. He’d been living on the road most of his adult life. Maybe the idea of putting down roots made him nervous. “So, would you raise cattle? Breed horses?”

“Don’t ever cut your hair.” He pushed his fingers through the thick wavy mass, stopping at a tangle and working some magic that quickly loosened it.

“I hate my hair. I always have.” She’d made peace and given up on it. “At least with it long I can pull it back.”

“How can you hate this?” he asked, fisting a handful and holding it up before slowly letting the locks fall over her shoulder and onto his chest.

“It’s frizzy and wavy and yuck.”

He shook his head. “Soft and sweet—” he tugged on a curl and smiling at it “—and very sexy.”

“Too many concussions,” she murmured, not knowing what else to say. Joking was her go-to when she was embarrassed. Or she’d escape through sarcasm, but she was working on that particular shortcoming.

“You know Matt’s arena?”

Sophie nodded, curious and confused. He was still preoccupied with her hair, but his tone had changed.

“After I build the house, I’m going to put up something similar. Probably not quite as big, but I’ll leave room to expand. And I’ll have to do something about the barn. Hell, it may have to be torn down and built from scratch. Then there’s the stable, and after that the corrals, more fencing. I’ve got a lot of work ahead of me.”

“Are you going to do most of it yourself?”

“If I wanted to live in a lean-to, sure.” He laughed. “I can handle the corrals and fences, but that’s about it.”

“Okay.” She was still processing the information. “Building an arena means you’re going to have rodeos?”

“Not the kind you’re thinking of.” He stretched his back and neck, but his jaw was clamped tight as he stared up at the ceiling. “I want to open a kids’ rodeo camp.”

“Oh, like your parents have.”

“That’s not what they do. For one thing, they cater to adults and it’s strictly for profit.” He glanced at her. “Nothing wrong with that. It’s a business. And mine will be, too. I’ll charge a fee. But I won’t turn away a deserving kid just because his parents don’t have the money or he’s not athletic. The goal is to help the kids with self-esteem. Let them come into themselves at their own pace.”

“Wow, Ethan.” She pushed up to look at him full on. “That’s terrific.”

“Yeah?” Some of the tension seemed to melt from his jaw and shoulders. “You think so?”

“Are you kidding? That is so awesome.” She meant it with all her heart. For a guy like Ethan, who had money, good looks and skills that most men could only dream about, it was amazing that he understood not everyone was handed a life wrapped with a pretty bow. “I’m so excited for you.”

“I can tell.” He was grinning when he leaned over to kiss her. “Somehow I knew you’d understand.”

“Well, of course I do. I was the one who got picked on, remember?” She placed a palm on his chest, right over his big wonderful heart.