Midnight in Montana - Chapter 16

Cass Her heart pounded so loudly she wasn’t sure she could have heard Emilio’s answer. Thankfully, the way he dragged her against him and kissed her as if she was the air he needed to breathe provided the best possible response. To call it a kiss was an understatement, however. What he did with her mouth was more of a claiming. A reprise of every hot encounter of their past, wrapped up in a searing reminder that Emilio was 100 percent adult male now. There was no hint of uncertainty in his touch. He seemed to know exactly what she craved and how to provide it for her in a way that gave her maximum pleasure. He nipped her lower lip, rolling it lightly between his teeth while her fingers scrabbled down his chest, seeking the hem so she could get beneath the warm cotton to his even hotter skin. While his tongue stroked hers, she rolled her hips into his, loving the hot brand of his erection through her clothes. His hands skimmed up from her waist to graze her ribs and then linger just beneath her breasts, his thumbs teasing along the undersides until the anticipation for more was almost unbearable. She arched her spine so her breasts lifted, flattening against his chest. She thought her knees would give way beneath her when he finally palmed the weight of one, his thumb teasing the sensitive peak. She didn’t notice he’d stopped kissing her until he breathed warm words over her swollen lips. “Nothing would please me more than taking you to my bed.” The growl in his voice shot a bolt of pleasure through her. She followed him through the family room to a set of double doors before Emilio led them into a downstairs suite. The high ceilings were planked with blond wood, the walls white. A king-size bed on a raised platform dominated the space, the pristine pale gray bedding appearing as brand new as everything else about Emilio’s house. For the second time since she’d arrived, a wave of uncertainty threatened to make her lose focus. Drag her under a riptide of self-doubts. “Have you even slept in this room yet?” She recalled how the house had been buzzing with workers when he’d brought her to sit in the driveway before. “No, and I don’t plan to sleep in it now either.” A lazy smile curved his lips, the mischievous look a throwback to his younger days. He unbuttoned his shirt and her eager gaze went straight to his fingers. “I’m hoping you’ll christen the bed with me.” Her belly tightened briefly, old fears of being left behind distracting her. He’d done that to her once. Why was she trusting him not to vanish on her now? Because he’s not the same person he once was. And neither am I. Besides, she wanted this. Had asked him to bring her here. And she wasn’t the kind of woman who let her fears dictate her life. Flicking open the button of her jeans, she lowered the zipper.