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

he said as she opened her eyes through a haze of sensuality and watched this man, who teased her body, tasted her, and touched every part of her except the one part she’d always wanted. Even the last night they’d been together, naked in the hayloft, touching, tasting, teasing, and pleasuring each other, he’d never completely made her his, and it had been her one regret.
    “I’m here with you. I don’t want to be anywhere else,” she said, and then he was on her, taking her nipple into his mouth, and her hands flew to his shoulders as he leaned in to taste her. He knew exactly how far to go before she’d fall apart. This was a man who understood how to please a woman—no, this was a man who knew his way around a woman’s body. Bruce now had experience he hadn’t as a teen. The thought both excited her and made her jealous.
    He lowered her to the bed and worked the zipper down on her jeans, sliding his hands around her cheeks. Then he sat up, pulling her jeans and underwear down until they caught on her shoes. She tried to toe off her sneakers until Bruce stood and pulled one, then the other off, dumping them on the floor with a clunk. Her clothes followed, and there she was, lying completely naked and vulnerable to the only man she’d ever loved.
    “You still have all your clothes on,” she said.
    As she said it, she watched him unbutton his shirt one button at a time as if teasing her mercilessly. He pulled his shirt from his jeans and then tossed it to the floor with her clothes. He unbuckled his belt and toed off his shoes, pulling his cell phone from his pocket and setting it on the nightstand beside his glasses. He was so deliberate in what he did even as he shifted his gaze back to her, running his simmering whiskey-colored eyes over her, reminding her of his pleasurable, burning bite. She wanted to see all of him, to feel him on her, inside her. She scrambled up on her knees and reached for his belt to unzip him when he put his hands over hers. She looked up at him.
    “I’ve waited so long for you,” he said. “I’m not waiting anymore.” He was wearing the kind of underwear those male models wore in the Calvin Klein ads, but on Bruce they looked as if they were made for him. She slipped her fingers into the waistband and slid them over his erection, so bold and large. She didn’t remember him being so large.
    Bruce stepped out of his clothes and climbed on the bed with her as her hand slipped around him. “Easy, baby,” he hissed. “I may not last. I want to see you come apart under me when I bury myself inside you.”
    “Why are you taking so long, then?”
    He actually chuckled as he leaned over, taking her down on her back, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that was far from gentle but filled with passion and fire. She knew she’d die if she never got to taste him again. She didn’t want it to stop as he angled his head, deepening the kiss and then tasting her neck, her breasts, her stomach, and lower, and then his hand slipped under her knee, pushing it out as he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh. She was so wet for him. She wanted him, at the same time feeling virginal even though she knew exactly what a man and woman did together, having experienced everything with her husband—a touch she had tolerated, a touch that could never bring her to the heights of passion that just a look from Bruce could.
    His cell phone rang before he continued with loving her, and then he was off the bed, moving away and grabbing his phone. She was stunned as she lay there in a state of passion, realizing he was sitting on the edge of the bed and now reaching for his clothes. What the hell?
    “How long?” he said. “Okay, get him prepped. On my way in. Give me twenty minutes.”
    Was he really leaving? He had said he was on call, but right now, when she was so complete frazzled and so close to having him after waiting for so many years to belong to him in the only way a woman could completely