Taming His Montana Heart(58)

“Yes,” she said. “All cabins here should have a second story. The view…”

“Is perfect for lovers.”

There was something permanent about the word lover, a commitment beyond tonight. Wanting to project their relationship into the future was dangerous but that didn’t stop her from doing so. After tonight they would be a couple, physically and emotionally connected. Maybe they’d talk about joint ownership of a cabin and meet each other’s families.

Get married.

Too much. Way too soon. Thankful he couldn’t read her thoughts, she pulled off her sweater. When she stood before him wearing only her bra from the waist up, she tried to bring him into focus, but even with help from the moon and stars, deep shadows lived in here. Maybe it was better.

“Would you like to talk about what you want?” he asked.

“No. I just want things to happen.”

She thought he nodded but couldn’t be sure. What she did know was that he was taking off his shirt and tossing it onto the bed next to her sweater. Her mouth dried and for several seconds she couldn’t move. Then courage and something else took hold and she again stepped into his space.

“All right,” he muttered, “time for instinct to get to work.”

She would have laughed if she wasn’t so nervous or excited or whatever she was experiencing. His hands at her waist started her shaking again. It got worse as he unfastened and unzipped her snow pants. As she was getting dressed this morning, she’d actually debated wearing slacks, but she would have been frozen by now if she had. Shaw had to take her as she was, a practical woman with a wardrobe of cold weather clothes.

The zipping sound unnerved her. She calmed herself a little by staring out the window while he drew her pants over her hips and down her legs. Maybe, later, if she was capable of rational action, she’d take pictures of the wonderland outside.

“On the bed, please,” he said, “so I can finish with your pants.”

She started to comply only to realize her clothes were wrapped around her lower legs. Where, she wondered had she been while that was happening?

Connecting with this rich and beautiful world.

Thinking about him.

About them.

Despite the encumbrance, she reached the bed. The carpet was cold, proof of how deeply the subzero night had impacted the cabin. The quilt was cooler than the air but sitting and planting her hands on the chilled surface helped calm her. Was this the bed Alisha and Nate used or did they sleep in the downstairs bedroom? If it was her, she’d spend all her nights where the view was mind-blowing.

Shaw dispensed with her pants followed by removing her socks. He left her in her underwear while he removed the rest of his clothes. He did so matter-of-factly, at least it seemed that way. She wished she had spelled out what she wanted in the way of foreplay because she would have let him know how much she wanted to take responsibility for making him naked for her.

When he took something from his pants pocket and placed it on the bed, she acknowledged the protection with a nod followed by unhooking her bra. The garment slid off her shoulders but remained around her breasts.

Shaw placed his hands over her ribs and pushed her back onto the bed. Bouncing, she reached for him. However, instead of letting her draw him on top of her, he took hold of her hips and tugged off her practical panties. Now she couldn’t swallow, couldn’t think what, if anything, she should do. Her body was stretched out for him, a gift. He presented his body to her, freely given.

Ready, she wanted to tell him. I’m ready for you. It didn’t matter that her bra was still in the way and he hadn’t yet put on the condom, she needed him inside her.

To give herself to him.

He parted her legs, leaned over her, and ran his tongue over, down, and around her belly. Mewling, she clamped hold of his shoulders but didn’t try to stop him. She couldn’t stay still. Low moans kept escaping.

Seconds or minutes or maybe hours later, he sat on the side of the bed. When she rolled toward him, he drew her bra away and tossed it somewhere.

“I’ve been waiting to do this for so long.” That said, he again leaned over her.

His mouth and tongue found her breasts. He was gentle, damp, warm. She arched her back and raked his sides while he nibbled and bathed her. Her nipples were so hard they hurt. She felt the sensation clear to her spine and between her legs. Her moans increased and her head thrashed.

“Please,” she begged. “Please.”

He didn’t ask for an explanation, only remained over her, teasing and pleasuring her. His harsh breaths washed her naked flesh, compelling her to increase her hold on him and rock from side to side. He closed his mouth over her left breast and drew it upward, making her gasp and squirm.

“Too much?” His voice was muffled.

“I don’t know.”

To her relief, he didn’t laugh. His hold on her breast slackened giving her a moment of something approaching sanity. She did the only thing she could think of which was to let go of his arm, slide her hand between their bodies, and close her fingers around his erection.

“Are—you ready?” he asked.

He sounded as lost as she felt. “Yes.”

“Then—just a minute.”

She couldn’t wait an entire minute, surely he knew that. When he’d done what he needed to, he slid her around so she was stretched out lengthwise and straddled her.