Always Enough (Meet Me in Montana 2)

She removed her hand from mine, and I tried hard not to let the disappointment show on my face. I expected her to step aside and let my sorry ass leave.

Instead, she stepped between me and the door and pulled her wet T-shirt over her head.

My eyes drifted down her beautiful body. Her nipples were straining against her white lace bra, making my cock instantly hard. I’d never in my life wanted a woman as desperately as I wanted Kaylee. Those blue eyes seemed to penetrate straight into my fucking soul.

“Kaylee,” I managed to get out, my voice sounding shaky, like my self-control was balancing on a thin wire.

Then her hands went to her sweatpants, and she pushed them down.

“Me fucking you isn’t going to fix anything,” I said, looking directly into her eyes.

“Then I’ll fuck you, because it might not fix anything, but I’m tired of wanting you. Needing you.”

A low growl formed at the back of my throat as she said that while pushing her bra straps down her shoulders, placing those perfect tits on display for me.

I shook my head and took a step back.

The fight was over when she shimmied out of the lace panties.

My self-control shredded into a million tiny pieces as I took two steps toward her and pressed my mouth to hers.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, and I picked her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around me.

“Yes, Ty. God, yes,” she panted.

This was wrong. So fucking wrong, and at the same time, so damn right.

One thing I knew for sure: this woman deserved to be in her own bed, and not fucked against the front door of her house.

I turned and headed toward the stairs, then raced up them. She held on to me tightly, her body pressed against mine. The heat between us electric.

After walking back into her bedroom, I stopped long enough to shut the door. It wasn’t like anyone would be walking in on us, but you never knew when my family would magically appear.

Slowly, I laid her on the bed, then reached behind me and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor. “I’m no good for you.”

“So you keep saying, but so far what I’m feeling from you is very, very good,” she replied, giving me a sexy smirk.

“I can’t do a relationship, Kaylee, so if you aren’t looking for just sex, tell me to stop now, because that’s all I can give you. One night. I can only give you one night.”

Her eyes moved over the upper part of my body with pure lust. She got on her knees and started to unbuckle my belt, then undid my jeans. I’m pretty sure I stopped breathing momentarily as I watched her every movement.

“Kaylee.”

“Stop talking, Ty.”

She pushed my jeans and boxers down all at once, causing my cock to spring out. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving my dick, and my knees shook.

Then, before I could even get my thoughts straight, she took me in her mouth—and my whole body jerked in response to her heat.

That perfect mouth wrapped around my dick, and she moaned like I was the best thing she’d ever tasted.

I closed my eyes and prayed I wouldn’t lose my load in her mouth right that second. It had been too damn long since I’d been with a woman, and only one woman had been on my mind for months. Now the subject of my thoughts was on her knees, sucking me off, and it was taking Herculean strength to not blow my load in record time.

“Fucking hell,” I whispered, slipping my fingers into her blonde hair. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and took me slow, like she was savoring the taste of me on her tongue. I groaned and let her do what she wanted. I needed her to slow down—hell, I actually needed her to stop altogether. But this felt so damn good. Too damn good. Sinful, almost.

Grabbing her hair, I tugged her off my cock.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come if you don’t stop, and this can’t be over before I even get started with you.”

She looked up at me and smiled as she crawled back onto her bed. I kicked off my boots, then the jeans and boxers she’d pulled down, and joined her on the bed.

“My turn,” I said in a husky voice. I needed to take back some semblance of control here so I could slow this train down and enjoy her body. Every last inch of it.

Kaylee bit down on that lip and spread herself open to me. Her confidence in bed was a huge turn-on. I loved that she knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t shy about it. At all.

I knew I should have stopped us; she deserved more than a casual fuck. But I couldn’t deny myself. Tasting her, fucking her, making love to her. I wanted all of it. All of her, even if just for one night. If I could get just one taste of her, one feel of her, it would appease the want that seemed to grip my chest every time she was around.