Page 52 of Montana Freedom

And I wanted to let him savor me.

Hands on my shoulders, he pulled me forward and pressed a kiss to my collarbone. Soft, gentle touches, smoothing his thumbs over my skin. Only Daniel’s mouth moved. Over to my shoulder and back to the center of my chest, slowly down between my breasts.

He eased me back on the bed, standing to follow me. “Is this all right?”

“Yes.” My voice was breathy and thin because all I could think about were his lips on my skin and the way they were drifting closer to my nipples. They hardened under his breath before he closed his lips over one, and my whole body bowed off the bed. Heat and pleasure raced through me, and I wasn’t sure how a simple touch like that could feel sogood.

Daniel swirled his tongue around the peak, drawing it farther into his mouth before releasing me and moving to my other breast and repeating his action, creating shivers all down my spine.

“I don’t think you’re out of practice at all,” I managed.

The soft chuckle brushed the underside of my breast, and it was the single hottest thing I’d ever felt. “I told you Itriednot to think of you like this. I didn’t say I was successful.”

“What did you think about?”

His only response was to drag his tongue down my stomach and circle my belly button before continuing down to the waistband of my shorts. “So many things, Emma. More than we have time for tonight.”

“Fuck.”

He laughed again before hooking his fingers in my shorts and drawing them down my legs. Daniel glanced up at me as he did it, mischief in his gaze. The only thing left between us was a barely there white thong that had been in the bags Kate had given me.

“But tasting you was—no,is—at the top of my list.”

I was already wet between my legs and had been since he’d kissed me like his life depended on it. His words only made me wetter.

Virgin I was, but I wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with pleasure. I’d thought about him too, in this very bed, pretending my fingers were him and sighing his name into the darkness. The way he was looking at me now paled in comparison to any fantasy.

Letting him settle between my legs was effortless. Butterflies flew like a tornado in my stomach, but delicious tension curled through me, swirling with the anticipation of him removing the final barrier.

He didn’t.

I felt the softest pressure on the wet fabric, and Daniel made a sound of pure hunger. Again, he licked me through the fabric, using the friction of the material to his advantage.

“Oh my god.”

“You’re all right?”

I managed a single choked laugh. “All right? I think I’m flying or maybe dead? I don’t know.”

“Not dead,” he whispered the words into my thigh. “Never that. I’m not nearly finished with you yet.”

He slid his palms up the outsides of my hips, and now he did take off the thong, barely lifting himself enough to remove it before he was between my legs again. This time, he devoured me. Lips and tongue and grazing teeth.

Nothing I’d ever imagined was close to what this felt like. A storm of sensation that was all pleasure and perfection. I grabbed the sheets, needing to hold on to something—anything.

Daniel lifted his head, and the soft light showed his face shining with my arousal, which only turned me on more. “You taste amazing.”

I wasn’t sure I believed him, but the way he went back to tasting me was convincing. He slowed down, using his hand to reach up and touch me everywhere while he used his mouth.

Closing my eyes, I relaxed into the feel of it, trying not to feel self-conscious about this. That wasn’t an emotion I’d expected, to worry about whether I was doing enough or tasted good or if I needed to bebetterat something.

I found Daniel’s hands with mine and held on. He moved his tongue, and my hips jerked. A spike of molten heat crashed through me. “Oh my god.”

He repeated the tiny motion, finding the place that had made me gasp, and he didn’t release it. Only the same movement over and over, driving the thread of pleasure higher. Delicious and dangerous, I wanted all of it and more. But I had enough nerves firing wildly in my gut. I didn’t think I would tip over the edge with him down there. I neededhim.

“Daniel,” I gasped. “Come here.”

In seconds, he was over me, eyes blazing, searching for the thing he assumed was wrong. “I’m fine. Everything is perfect.”