Desire (Montana Dreams Book 3) by Cait Jarrod Read Free Book Online Page B

his solidness. Inhaling his yummy, outdoorsy scent, she released a slow shaky breath.
    “I gotcha,” he said. “I always have.” His words faded as her body gave into the fatigue of not one stressful day, but over seven hundred.

Chapter Three
    Bradley woke to a horse neighing and rolled his neck to relieve the kink. Pricks to his skin, and the smell of hay and manure, clouded his mind a moment before it caught up to the excited, hardened part of his body. Sitting with his back against a hay bale, his legs out in front of him, he held Cadence’s butt in one hand while the other held her wrist against his chest. Her breaths escaped in deep, slow puffs. Beautiful. Absolutely, undeniably beautiful. Her silky, black hair fanned over his flannel shirt; her rosy, pink lips parted slightly and a wet spot graced a place over his heart.
    He squinted against the bright morning sunrays beaming through the barn doors. They’d spent the night together, clothed and in each other’s arms. This was a good moment, a right one. One that should have happened every day since they’d connected back in Virginia. He kissed the top of her head and slid a strand of her hair off her ivory skin. Every fiber wanted her and needed her in his life.
    He wasn’t much different from his sister. From the similarities in their lives and personalities, the two of them easily passed for twins. As a pre-teen, Trina had found the person she knew she’d marry. So had he, but he was much younger—a mere child hanging out with his sister and her best friend in the horse stables.
    Yet their relationships had one difference. Where Trina and Matt both knew the other was “the one”, he was the lone wolf in the relationship equation. When he thought she’d felt the same, she dumped him. And now, she put him in his place. I can have any guy . His body and heart wanted her, but if they ever managed to bypass the torment plaguing her and found their way into each other’s bed, her behavior would have to change. He would be the last man she slept with.
    Her gasp vibrated through his chest and he slipped his hand from her butt to her waist. “Good morning.”
    She flinched, and he tightened his grip so she didn’t fall off his lap, as she sat squarely on his legs. “I slept with you? On your lap the entire night?”
    “Yes ma’am, you did,” he said as what they’d done wrapped around his soul and slipped a smile on his face. This Cadence, sweet and tame, he really did love. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”
    “Out of pity again?”
    He withheld a retort. Like yesterday, her low opinion of him stabbed his heart. Yet was she far off? Did a revenge affair rate the same low-life classification as pity-fucking? Probably, but now wasn’t the time to bring up his past. He braced himself and let the remark bounce off his chest.
    The way he saw it, he had two choices: talk sense into her or show her. Make her understand the reasons why he wanted her that night, just like now. Open his heart fully to her again while taking the chance she’d cast him aside. Or demonstrate what he felt—no words or sex, just actions.
    She licked her lips, her concentration on him so intense he wondered which way her thoughts went. Would she smack him or kiss him? With his heart trying to beat a hole in his chest, he didn’t wait another second to taste her and demonstrate what went through his mind. He cupped her face and brought his mouth to hers.
    She leaned into the kiss, her hands grasping his shirt, holding the material tight as if her life depended on the support, while her lips devoured his. She slid her tongue across his lips and plunged into his mouth. Her flavor, pure and simple Cadence, burst into his mouth. He growled. His body jumped on board. His erection pushed against his jeans, caused discomfort against the zipper, and pleaded not to wait until he confirmed she would be with no one else.
    The kiss grew hungrier, firmer. She sipped his lips as if