Married In Montana (At The Altar Book 1) by Kirsten Osbourne Read Free Book Online Page B

hadn't expected it.  He'd only been with a couple of women, but a couple was very different than none.  "I didn't expect that," he told her, not sure what else to say.
    "Does it bother you?"
    He shook his head.  "No, it doesn't bother me.  I mean, I like the idea of being the first, but it makes it a bit more nerve-wracking than it would have been otherwise.  You know?"
    "It really worries you?"
    "It makes me worry I'll do something that will make you hate sex, or worse, be afraid of it.  It puts some pressure on me."
    She hadn't thought of it that way.  "Well, I just always believed I should wait 'til I married.  I guess now that I'm married, I could head to a bar and find someone to take care of it for me."  Her eyes were filled with laughter, letting him know she wasn't serious at all. 
    He pulled her close to him, kissing her hard.  "You changed my mind.  I like the idea of being the only man you ever make love with."
    "Good, because that's what I want.  One man in my bed every night for the rest of my life."
    "I'll be happy to be that man."  He kissed her again, more sweetly this time, his hands roaming over her back.  "Wanna start that tonight?"
    She laughed softly.  "I should have known you had an angle..."
    "I always have an angle."  He rained kisses over her face, moving down to nip her ear.  "Let me show you all my angles."
    She shook her head.  "Not yet.  I'm sorry."  She hated turning him down, but he was still a man she'd only known for two days.  How could she crawl into bed with him?
    He sighed, resting his cheek atop her head.  "I understand."  Mostly.

Chapter Four
     
     
    True to his word, once they were out of Billings the following day, Scott pulled over to the side of the road so Savannah could drive. 
    "What if I kill us?" she asked.
    "Don't," he answered as he jogged around the truck.  "You don't want to die a virgin, do you?"
    She giggled.  After his strong reaction to her virginity the night before, she was surprised he would make jokes about it today.  "Maybe we should spend some time in the backseat before I drive?"
    He groaned.  "If I could fold my body up enough to do what I wanted to do to you in the backseat, I'd have you there by now."  At six foot four, he was not going to be participating in sexual yoga in the backseat of a vehicle anytime soon. 
    She leaned over to kiss him before she restarted the truck, carefully going through the whole checklist of things he'd talked to her about the day before.  She put the truck into drive and took off with a jerk. 
    "Pick up your speed a little," he instructed.  "If you drive forty-five on a highway, some idiot is likely to rear end you without looking."
    She pressed her foot onto the accelerator and watched the speedometer as it picked up to sixty-five.  "Is that better?"
    He nodded.  "Just watch the road now."
    Savannah did her best to keep her eyes on the road as she turned whenever he told her to turn.  She was surprised by how comfortable she felt behind the wheel after only a few hours the day before.  And she liked speed .  The faster she drove the more powerful she felt.
    Scott watched her as she drove, admiring her beauty.  He found it hard to believe she was his wife.  She seemed to have it together, well mostly anyway. 
    When she pulled into the driveway, her eyes were lit up and she had a smile on her face.  She parked the car and turned to him.  "That was fun!  I like to drive fast!"
    He laughed.  "Just not too fast!  We don't need speeding tickets."
    "I'll try, but no promises."  She unbuckled her seatbelt and slid across the seat to him, pulling his head down for a quick, sweet kiss.  "Thank you for being so patient with me."
    He growled low in his throat and took over the kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth.  He knew she was talking about driving, but he wasn't feeling particularly patient in other ways.  How would she react if he dragged her up to his bed?
    Savannah clung to his