Page 56 of Montana Mystery

“Kate.” I whispered it before my mouth was once again occupied. The way she was moving—writhing—I wanted more of it.

She tried to say my name again as I thrust my fingers deep, hard against that single spot. Licked her where she’d groaned. Pressed my hand harder on her stomach to create more friction, more pressure.

And I didn’t stop.

Whatever words she’d been trying to say disappeared into nothing but moans. Her body squeezed my fingers, begging me for what her mouth couldn’t ask for. But I did nothing. Not more or less. Exactly the same. Over, and over, and over, and over as she began to shake.

One breath she wasn’t there, and the next she was, shuddering and gasping, coming over my fingers and tongue and letting herself go.

Her body eased, sinking back onto the bed in the aftermath of pleasure, and I pulled back. Just for a second, just so that I could strip out of the rest of my clothes and find a condom in one of my drawers. It had been a while for me too, but I liked to be prepared.

Kate was looking at me when I turned back to the bed, propped up on her elbows. That pale hair was wild and messy, and I loved that I’d been the cause.

“You’re, uh...” She cleared her throat. “You’re good at that.”

“Glad you think so.”

Her eyes dropped down my body. It was the first time either of us had seen the other like this, and watching her turn red while taking in my body made me impossibly harder. Kate’s eyes didn’t leave my hands as I stroked the condom on. “Want to find out if there are other things that I’m good at?”

“I’m starting to think there’s nothing you’re not good at,” she breathed.

“Definitely not true,” I said, pulling her to the edge of the bed. “You’ve never tasted my cooking.”

Kate laughed. It was a pure sound. Only joy. Which was the thing we both desperately needed.

I couldn’t stop touching her, moving my hands over her skin as I pulled her close. In turn, that gave her permission to touch me. Kate’s hands were more hesitant than mine. But every place she touched burned. Like her touch marked me invisibly. Only I would be able to see it, but I would never fucking forget.

“Kate.”

She looked up at me, and I lost my breath. It was another moment, like the one before I’d kissed her. The sense of something bigger. This was something we couldn’t take back, and I didn’t want to.

“I need to feel all of you.”

We moved together. I guided her onto her knees, because the need to touch as much of her body as possible was overwhelming. I could—did—wrap myself around her. Her back to my chest, our legs pressed together, my mouth brushing her neck.

And we were right there. I sank into her, crossing that line that we couldn’t step back over, and we both shuddered.

There was no holding back now. It was impossible. The feeling of her around me drove every rational thought out of my head. I was feral for her, and she for me. We came together with the force of thunder. Lightning.

Kate drove herself back onto me as hard as I was driving into her, both of us giving in to need we couldn’t escape.

Those same instincts rose in me. The ones that had let me take down a man who should have put me on the floor tonight. Hazy, animalistic need. But this instinct didn’t take my control from me. It gave me more. It honed everything into sharp focus.

Each breath together. The angle of my hips. The spot deep inside Kate’s body I hit with every thrust. Every movement that told me how I could make it better for her.

I was an entirely different type of predator now.

Pleasure raced along my spine. There was no chance I could last as long as I wanted to this time. Everything about Kate felt too good, too much, too fast. I wanted to drown in this heat. We fit together perfectly, coming together like puzzle pieces or a key in a lock. Nothing had ever felt like this.

I needed to see her. I needed to see her face.

“Turn,” I groaned into her skin, pulling out of her just long enough to help her flip before sinking into her again, grinding down with every stroke to add to her pleasure. If I could make her come again, I was going to. The only thing I wanted was to see her let go completely.

To come apart.

For me.

Kate reached for me, wrapping her arms around my neck. Legs around my hips. Pulling me deeper. Until our lips met and our breaths matched and everything about us was coming together, barreling toward the end.