Midnight in Montana - Chapter 17

Emilio Some region of Emilio’s brain knew he needed to get moving. He should locate a condom. Get naked himself. Pleasure Cass so thoroughly she never forget this night or him. Yet, as soon as Cassandra started undressing in the middle of his bedroom, all he could do was gawk like the kid he’d once been. She needed no accoutrements. No makeup. No exotic lingerie. Just pure, unadulterated sexy woman. As she sidled out of her jeans and flannel, leaving her wearing only a sheer white panty-and-bra set that highlighted… “Wow.” Yes, that was the extent of his eloquence. Emilio tried to shake off the sensual stupor, reminding himself to get a grip while this vision of feminine loveliness stood close enough to touch. Tugging off his shirt, he went to work on his clothes, knowing that once he started touching her, he wouldn’t be able to stop. “Let me help,” she offered, tucking her fingers into the waistband of his boxers. Any remaining blood in is upper body surged south as her fingers played over his rigid length. “Ah, damn, Cass,” he muttered as she stroked him. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this. About being with you.” For an instant, some remaining brain cell questioned why he hadn’t sought her out in all the years that had passed since he’d left her. Too big of a risk? He shut down the distracting thought fast, resenting the possibility. He refused to spoil tonight with old regrets. Not when Cass was giving herself to him in a way he’d never, ever forget. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her to the bed and deposited her there in the center of the gray comforter. Then he called on any and all knowledge of women he’d stockpiled over the years to touching Cass, applying every single bit of it to make her writhe and moan. To arch her back and call his name. Her bra and underwear were long gone by the time he wrung a second shuddering orgasm from her, her body clenching around his fingers as he worked wave after wave of pleasure from her beautiful body. “Emilio.” She said it over and over, chanting his name, squeezing her thighs around his wrist until the tremors slowed and then stopped. “I want you. Please.” He couldn’t have denied her if he tried. Sheathing himself with the condom he’d retrieved from the ensuite bath, he nudged her thighs wider. He positioned himself where he’d wanted to be ever since he met her out in the downpour and handed her his umbrella. Still, nothing had prepared him for how it would feel to be inside her. To thrust deep and hear her moan reverberate between them, her nails digging lightly into his shoulders. Her ankles locked around his waist, anchoring herself to him. And he made the most of that, driving into her over and over again while she clung to him like she needed him more than anything else in the world. It was an illusion, he knew. A facet of sex that could steal a man’s focus and mess with his mind. But it felt so damned real with Cass. By the time his release barreled through him, Emilio knew nothing would ever top this night with Cass. And after this, he wasn’t sure how he could ever watch her walk away.