Montana Desire

He lifted his body enough that I could see the way we crashed together over and over again. That was all I needed. A nova of pleasure ruptured, and I let everything go. Threw my head back and let myself make whatever sound came out. Relished the feeling of him still thrusting, driving me deeper into my own pleasure. Savored the feeling of his lips on my skin, tasting me just like he had between my legs.

Falling through whatever I’d imagined this would be like, and so much more.

Grant groaned into my neck, thrusting hard and deep as he came, shuddering, finding my lips with his once more.

Together, we came to stillness and found our way back to the present in pieces.

I was still breathless, still blown away by all of that. I had let myself imagine a lot. But that was so much more than I’d ever dreamed of.

He pulled back to look at me, now a mixture of the kind, steady Grant I knew and this new man who knew how to drive my body wild.

“Hi,” I said.

Grant chuckled. “Hello.” One more soft kiss on the lips, and he pulled away, leaving me and ducking into the bathroom to clean up. I did the same with wipes I kept in the drawer. The only way I could get Joel to stay with me after was to clean up fast.

Stepping back into the room, he was gorgeous in the warm light of the lamp. Completely unbothered and unashamed about being naked. And I was completely unashamed to be looking at him. He was gorgeous, and at least for tonight, he was mine.

He leaned down, bracing his hands on the bed so our faces were close. “I’ll do whatever you’re most comfortable with, Cori. But if you are comfortable, then I’d like to stay.”

My lips parted. It hadn’t occurred to me that he might leave. I desperately wanted him to stay. Grant must have seen it in my eyes, because he leaned forward and kissed me. “Verbal answer, Cori.”

“Please don’t go. You don’t have to hold me or cuddle anything if you don’t want, I just don’t want to be alone.”

Slowly and deliberately, Grant pulled back the blankets and helped me underneath them. Then he slipped in with me, and all I felt was warmth. He folded himself around my body, molding my back to his chest and almost lazily exploring my skin. I wasn’t used to that kind of casual touch, and I loved it.

“The only way that I wouldn’t hold you is if you told me not to.”

The words hit me in the gut. I didn’t answer, because if I did, there would be too much emotion. Too much desperation. So I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of being held before I fell asleep.