A sob erupted from my throat before I could stop the noise. The anguish was real and raw, nausea furrowing with knots in my stomach. Then I heard a noise and stifled a yelp.
Wait a minute. The sound was coming from the bathroom. With tentative steps, I moved closer, finally noticing Montgomery’s clothes in a pile in the small vanity area. The door leading into the shower area was partially closed. Keeping very quiet, I pushed it open with a single finger.
The shower curtain was opaque, allowing me to see his huge figure inside. He was standing with his palms on the front wall, his head under the showerhead. The water was already running.
Maybe later I’d question my reaction, but right now, I needed this. I peeled away my clothes, tossing them aside and standing only a few inches away while I gathered my nerve.
I had mentioned I’d wanted to take a shower. Right? Why not conserve water.
As soon as I peeled back the curtain, he reacted on instinct, grabbing the weapon he had placed on the shelf.
His eyes opened wide, staring at me with a mixture of malintent and shock. But his angry gaze was quickly replaced with one so heated the water wasn’t needed.
He took a deep breath, trailing a look down to the chipped nail polish on my toes. The rush of embarrassment was stifling. But he didn’t seem troubled in the least, reaching out and grabbing my arm. As soon as he pulled me inside, he yanked the shower curtain closed, crowding my space.
His nostrils were flared and with his chest heaving, he was a silent threat that should terrify me. His reaction didn’t, instead creating a wave of desire. I ran my hands along his back, lightly brushing the tips of my fingers across his heated skin.
“You could have gotten yourself killed, lady. You should know better than to sneak up on a man taking a shower.”
He seemed amused when I rolled my index finger down the barrel of the weapon. Casually. Without fear. With my eyes darting every few seconds, I could see the hunger building from the darkest reaches of his soul. I was surprised when he allowed me to take it from his hand, gingerly placing it on the back of the toilet. I couldn’t tell if his grunt was one of approval or irritation, but at that moment, I just didn’t care.
“Mmmm… And you should know better than to leave a woman alone in a motel room.” The touch was electrifying, the longing rapidly increasing. “You wouldn’t hurt an unarmed woman.Would you?” I lifted my head, studying the lines in his face, smiling as the tension faded.
“No, but I would punish her for disobeying me.”
I moved one hand between us, crawling my fingers down from his carved abdomen to the deep V cut leading to nirvana. He growled, the sound low and throaty. “You’d punish a woman hoping to give you pleasure?”
“With no hesitation.” His fingers touched my face, the touch so delicate I found myself leaning into his hand. He took the time to caress my skin, building the heat between us to a combustible level.
“Then why don’t you do it?”
He seemed surprised by my request, lowering his head even more until our lips were almost touching. I pressed my body against his, quivering in a way that I hadn’t expected. We were in danger, yet I couldn’t seem to get enough of the man.
Or he of me.
His laugh was subtle yet with enough sound that the deep baritone echoed in the dense space. “Be careful what you ask for.”
“I don’t want to be careful. I want to feel the same thing I have with you before. Alive.” I brushed my lips across his, tempting him in a way that I hadn’t done before. This changed nothing. We weren’t in a relationship and the danger would remain like wolves knocking at the door.
But the moment was ours. Ours to take and taste, to experience a bonding that couldn’t come in any other way.
This time as he fisted the back of my hair, his fingers dug into my scalp. The electricity was all consuming, threating to spiral out of control and that was everything I’d ever wanted.
“Damn it, lady. I can’t get enough of you.” With his cock pressing between my legs, throbbing as my pussy was doing, he captured my lips. Even the way he held them in place, neither one of us moving, was so passionate. He had a way of creating a perfect bubble of protection around us even while engaging in carnal sins.
I’d never felt so protected or cared for. The taste of bourbon hit my senses much like the intoxicating scent of his masculinity. The kiss lingered, a mere taste yet with every passing second, the hunger continued to build.
I was lightheaded, keeping my eyes cinched closed as he explored my lips, nipping the bottom one then pressing his tongue inside. There was no need to fight his domination. I wanted nothing more than to give myself to him.
Every inch.
Every breath.
Every kiss.
Everything I had.
The passion roared until the moment of intimacy left me breathless. There was something special about shoving the world aside if only for a little while.
