This Kiss (Made In Montana Book 12)

by Debbi Rawlins

  She rubbed the soap between her breasts and tipped her head back as she slid the bar up to her throat, taking her time and working up a lather. With her free hand she followed the suds sliding down her body, then cupped the white foam and brought it to her breast. She lingered on her nipples, plucking at the stiff peaks with her thumb and forefinger, before soaping around them.

  It was easy to sneak a look at him. He sure wasn’t staring at her eyes. Never in her life had she been happier that she took working out seriously. Her body was by no means perfect, but she was in good shape, especially considering her weakness for dark chocolate.

  Ethan had pushed down the Wranglers, but he’d made it only to his hips. She knew the brand was one of his sponsors, and oh Lord, if they advertised with a picture of him right now, the company would sell out of jeans into the next millennium.

  Their problem, not hers. She needed to give him a reason to speed things along. Slowly she turned around and used both hands to soap her butt and the back of her thighs before “dropping” the bar of soap.

  Oops.

  She bent all the way over until she could flatten her palms on the shower floor, knowing exactly what she was putting on display for him. Before she had a chance to straighten she heard the curtain being yanked across the rod.

  Dammit. She’d wanted to get a good look at him before he—

  His large hands settled on the curve of her hips. His erection slid up against her butt as he bent forward to kiss the middle of her back.

  “You’re driving me crazy,” he practically growled the words, and removed his hand only to aim the intrusive shower spray toward the wall.

  As she rose he banded an arm around her lower ribs, pulling her against him and kneading her left breast, tugging gently at her nipple. She felt his hot breath at the side of her neck, and then the slightly rough texture of his tongue, the scrape of his teeth on her skin.

  She reached behind, trying in vain to touch him. But he held her body so tight to his she doubted a breeze could sneak in between them. Turned out the stall had room to spare.

  “Do you even know how much I want you, Sophie?” he whispered hoarsely. “I’ve thought about this all day.”

  She hoped he’d pinch her soon. Just so she’d know this was real. That she wasn’t having one of her adolescent fantasies.

  No, she couldn’t have come up with this scenario as a teenager.

  When she tried to turn around, he wouldn’t cooperate. His mouth went from her neck to her shoulder and his hand switched to kneading her other breast. But when she forced the issue, he loosened his hold. She whirled around to face him. And made herself dizzy. She laughed and swayed against him.

  Holy crap, he was hard.

  She had to look.

  He seemed to know what she wanted and even took a step back for her. But he didn’t release her arms. Good thing. If he hadn’t been holding her up, she would’ve gone straight down to her knees.

  God, he was beautiful. His tan ended about three inches below his belly button. She put her hand out to touch him.

  Ethan dropped to a crouch. Apparently he had something else in mind. She gasped at the first intimate brush of his tongue. He parted her sensitive flesh and she slapped a palm against the tile for support. His tongue was sure and pointed, using just the right amount of pressure, circling the spot where she wanted it most. He dipped in for a quick second, just long enough to convince her that dying of bliss wouldn’t be so terrible.

  His leisurely and confusing retreat turned her thoughts to his possible demise instead.

  And then he was kissing and licking the soft skin of her inner thigh and he was somewhat forgiven.

  He slipped two fingers deep inside her, and she clenched her inner muscles for all she was worth. Her stranglehold on his fingers had him moaning and cursing under his breath.

  As soon as she released him he pushed to his feet. “Jesus, Sophie,” he murmured, the rasp in his voice making her skin tingle.

  He took her face in his hands and claimed her mouth. Thrusting his tongue between her lips, he probed deep inside, stroking her tongue, circling it and keeping her off balance with the heady dance.

  He lowered his palms to her breasts. They’d been aching, waiting for his touch, though she hadn’t known it until he closed his hands over them. Her head and body swam with so many shimmering sensations that she almost missed her chance.

  Finally the path was clear. She curled trembling fingers around his hard, pulsing erection. The smooth taut skin was hot to the touch.

  His breath caught in her mouth. His whole body tensed. She fully expected him to shove her hand aside, and damned if she would let that happen. She stroked upward, adjusting her grip in harmony with the urgency of his moans.

  He didn’t try to stop her. His hips moved in a slight thrust against her palm before he went still. She slid her hand to the base of his cock, hoping to break through the tight control he was struggling to maintain. Not very nice of her, considering that she was fighting the same battle herself. They were both dangerously close to the edge.

  And she wanted to push him over first.

  “We should switch to cold water,” he said, partly laughing, mostly groaning.

  “Don’t you dare.” She shivered just thinking about it.

  “I’ll keep you warm, honey,” Ethan whispered close to her ear, and released her breasts. His hands slipped around and over her bottom and firmly pulled her against him.

  She lost her grip, the damn sneak. “Hey, no fair cutting short my playtime.”

  “Tough,” he murmured, his lips and teeth doing amazing things to the curve of her neck.

  Somehow he’d managed to take the soap from her. Or maybe she’d dropped it. Things were starting to blur. With a wicked smile, he slid the soap between her breasts, then over her ribs, down to her belly. She snatched the small bar from him. His hand just kept heading south until it slipped between her thighs.

  “You’re a devil.”

  His gaze locked on her face, Ethan wiggled his fingers.

  Sophie bit her lip, moved a little to the left and gasped. “If I have heart failure, it’s your fault.”

  “I’ll take full responsibility.” He leaned back to look down at her breasts, the tips flushed to a deep rose. Lowering his chin, he tried to catch a nipple with his mouth, but there wasn’t enough room to maneuver. He sighed. “I hate this shower.”

  “I know.” She smiled at his grouchy expression, then got up on her toes and kissed him. It wasn’t a long kiss or especially sexy, but his attitude quickly shifted to enthusiastic. She dragged her mouth from his and reached behind him to give his rock-hard backside a light smack. “Turn around so I can get your back.”

  Wrapping her in his arms, he lifted her off the shower floor.

  “Hey,” she said with a muffled giggle. “What are you doing?”

  “Hang on.” He redistributed her weight and lifted her higher. A little nudge from him and she locked her legs around his waist. Her arms circled his neck. “You should be able to reach my back from there,” he murmured, his stubbled chin lightly scraping the tender skin above her breasts.

  Even if she stretched she’d only be able to reach his shoulder blades. “Um, pretty sure there’s an easier way.” As good as his trailing lips felt, she was kind of anxious to trade the cramped shower for the queen-size bed...

  She gasped at the unexpected brush against her clit.

  Oh hell, the bed would still be there.

  Another fleeting touch and her body jerked, then quickly settled, hoping...no, begging for more. Begging for Ethan. She tightened her thighs around him and the pressure increased.

  It was his thumb. Right? Had to be his thumb, she thought, her speeding pulse in obvious disagreement.

  With each tiny movement she fe
lt more pressure build. Heat swept off his body in great waves. Calloused fingertips dug into her butt while his palms supported her, shifting her higher when she started to sag...

  Oh God, it wasn’t his thumb.

  She dropped the soap and clutched his shoulders.

  “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I won’t enter you without a condom.”

  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

  ETHAN 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, al
ready 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.