His Promise (Married in Montana Book 1) by Lorhainne Eckhart Read Free Book Online Page A

fingers up the back of the messy short waves, trying to pull his head down. She loved feeling the silky strands as they wrapped around her fingers. He still hadn’t moved his hands from her hips, where he was holding her.
    His expression was stormy, far from the composed Dr. Siegel, the friend she’d been acquainted with the past two years since he’d been home. Good! She wanted to get to him, to be under his skin, to rattle his composure. She slid her other hand up over his ear, trying to pull his head down—and there was give, just a bit, as he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.
    Then the kiss exploded. It was hot and slow, and she could feel his warm breath, taste him, and he lifted his head just a bit, his eyes burning into her as if he were memorizing every detail of her face. He scooped her up in his arms, and she shrieked, looping her arm around his neck, holding tight. And he kissed her again.
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Chapter Nine
    She never would have believed he was as strong as he was. Kim was slender and curvy, but she wasn’t light. Nevertheless, he carried her into her darkened bedroom and laid her across the queen-size bed. The only light came from the moon shining through the small window that was cracked open. The parted sheers rustled in the breeze.
    He reached out and flicked on her bedside light when all she wanted was to feel him in the dark. What is it about having a light on that makes you so vulnerable?
    She started to sit up and pull her knees up, but he crawled over her, his arms on either side of her, hovering just inches above her. He’d taken off his glasses. This Bruce was older, more mature, but she could still see the young Bruce she’d fallen in love with. Gone was the cocky smile she loved right before he kissed her. Here now was a man who seemed to have mastered his emotions and was studying her, which was so unnerving.
    She was breathing heavy, feeling the motion of her chest as it rose and fell. Her heart was beating so hard she was trembling as she waited for him to finish looking her over. She squeezed her fists, feeling a jumbled bundle of nerves as if this were her first time being with a man. “I’ve waited for you for so long. Please don’t keep me waiting now.”
    He didn’t kiss her as he reached one hand to her shirt and unbuttoned it, pulling it free from the waistband. He parted it and moved beside her, still leaning over her as he ran his hands over her bra. She was embarrassed for a minute and tried to cover herself.
    “What’s wrong?” he asked as she lay there, watching him watching her, his hand resting on her stomach, rubbing in circles.
    “I don’t have pretty lacy bras and underwear. I wasn’t planning…”
    His lips twitched as if he found it amusing, but she hated the fact that he was seeing her in a granny-style Wonderbra, nothing flattering. It was bulky and full coverage, giving her firm support. For the first time, she wanted pretty, sexy underthings, but all she had were granny panties and serviceable bras, mainly the ones on sale twice a year at Walmart.
    “It’s not the bra I want to see,” he said as he reached around and unfastened the back. It slipped loose, and then he urged her up so he could slide off her shirt and pull her bra down to toss it to the floor. She didn’t know what made her do it, but she went up on her knees, showing him her generous breasts. They were bigger, fuller than they had been when she was seventeen, the first time he’d seen her. She’d been thinner then, more athletic, and she worried that her stomach might not be as flat as it once had been.
    But the expression on his face was one of approval as he lifted one of her breasts in his hand, feeling the weight. She slid her hands in her hair to open herself up to him as he ran his thumb over her nipple. Of course it shot a jolt through her, and she leaned her head back as she gasped her desire. Then he touched her other breast, both hands on her.
    “Where are you?”