Wrong Place, Wrong Time (Pete 'Monty' Montgomery 1)

Devon’s eyes slid shut, and a hard shudder ran through her as his thumbs grazed her nipples. She reached for his slacks, fumbling with the zipper as he pulled her against him, rubbing her naked breasts across his bare chest.

“Blake—don’t,” she choked out. “This is torture.”

His response was to lower her onto the bed, breaking away long enough to shed the rest of his clothes. He chucked them aside, then turned his attention to Devon, who’d just squirmed out of her slacks. He made quick work of her thong, then lowered himself onto her, pressing her into the mattress and touching every inch of

her body with his.

She arched to increase the sensations, biting her lip at the enormity of the physical pleasure. It was almost painful in its intensity. Blake muttered her name, his mouth hot against her skin, kissing her neck, her throat, her breasts. He went very still, then abruptly pushed up on his forearms, staring down at her with a burning amber gaze.

“I have to get inside you.” Sweat beaded his forehead, and his thighs were already wedging hers apart.

She nodded fervently, too aroused to speak. She was as wild for this as he was, her lower body lifting for his, her legs shifting to accommodate him.

His penis probed at the entrance to her body—once, twice—then pushed inexorably inside. He didn’t go slow. She wouldn’t let him. Her hands balled into fists, pushing at the base of his spine, urging him into her. He didn’t pause until he was all the way there, and even then, he pushed deeper.

Devon would have screamed if she hadn’t been so focused on the exquisite point of pleasure coiling tight inside her. It was just out of reach, and she’d die if she didn’t get there.

“Blake…” She heard the frantic plea in her own voice, felt the helpless arching of her body.

So did he.

With a muffled groan, Blake withdrew, then pushed back into her, gripping her bottom as he deepened his presence inside her, going that infinitesimal distance farther, closer to where she needed him to be.

Abruptly, he swore, muscles tensing as he went deadly still. “Dammit…” His teeth were clenched against a peak that was roaring down on them with the force and speed of a tidal wave. “Not yet…Not…yet…”

“Yes…now.” Devon negated his intentions, her head tossing back and forth on the pillow. She was frantic, so desperate for release she was shaking with it. “Now, now, now.”

The first tiny spasms began deep inside her, and Blake lost the battle in a rush. He withdrew a fraction, only to thrust all the way back in and then some. Devon cried out, her climax slamming through her with dizzying force. She convulsed again and again, her body shuddering helplessly as the pinnacle spun out in hot rings of sensation, draining her, milking him.

Blake lost it. With a low animal sound, he crushed their bodies together, erupting in a mind-numbing orgasm. He came in hard, pulsing spasms, his body jolting under the impact. Reflexively, he timed his rhythm to match hers, pushing into her contractions, matching them with his own.

He collapsed on top of her.

Neither of them moved. Their breath came in harsh pants, their bodies still trembling from the exertion of the past few minutes.

Blake swallowed hard, turning his lips into Devon’s hair. “Are you okay?” he asked hoarsely.

“I’m not sure,” she murmured. “I might be dead.”

His lips curved. “Trust me, you’re not.”

“If you say so.”

“I do. But if I keep crushing you, that might change.” He made two valiant attempts before finally managing to lift himself off of her, rolling onto his back with a groan. “I think I just reverted back to my teens. No, I take that back. I never lost it to that degree, not even then.”

A faint smile. “I’m flattered.” Devon paused, cracking open her eyes so she could see Blake. “And you’re amazing.”

“So are you.” He frowned as he saw her shiver, another level of awareness sinking in. “I don’t believe this. I didn’t even pull back the damn covers. Bad enough rushing you into bed. I rushed you onto bed.” He reached over, tugging her against him so he could wriggle the comforter and top sheet out from under her. “There.” He laid her down, climbing under with her. “Better?” He settled her against him.

“Ummm.” Devon nodded, her head pillowed on his chest. “Much.”

From where he’d sprawled in the bedroom doorway, Chomper barked, scrambling to attention.

“Shit,” Blake muttered. “He thinks it’s bedtime. Which means he wants to go out and do his business.”

Devon’s shoulders began to shake with laughter. “I’d suggest getting dressed. It’s ten degrees outside. Your teenage parts might freeze.”

“Cute.” Blake hesitated, visibly reluctant to leave. “You know,” he murmured, threading his fingers through her hair. “I should be offended. You fell asleep while I was slaving away in the kitchen.”