Opposition: Montana Wolves, Book Four (Montana Wolves series 4) by Chloe Cole Read Free Book Online

She struggled weakly against him as each of his hands encircled her wrists and pressed them against the wall. The lean plane of his stomach pushed against her chest and her nipples strained at the rough feel of his skin.
    She caught his bottom lip between her teeth and nipped him, half playfully and half daring, but he only grinned.
    "What's so funny?" she hissed when he came up for breath.
    "You're still putting on a show." He released her wrists to slide up the contour of her stomach, resting just below the curve of her breasts. "But there's no fight left in you."
    The devil in her couldn’t resist. She tackled him to the ground, straddled him, and pinned each of his wrists in her hands before he'd realized what she'd done. "I could always change my mind," she growled.
    She’d no sooner spoken the words than she was tumbling onto her back, held in place by the sheer power of his weight on top of her.
    "You won't." He moved to hold both of her hand above her head with one hand and then slanted his mouth over hers again. His breath was sweet and spicy, his lips more tender than she'd expected. With him, she thought it would be nothing but hard edges, but even in all his intensity, there was a tenderness.
    And even more surprisingly, she wasn't sure which she liked more.
    She dipped her tongue into his mouth, meeting his in yet another battle for supremacy. They twisted and swirled, plunging deeper, then pulling back.
    His free hand found her breasts at last, and as he cupped her overly sensitized flesh, she found herself arching into him against her will. She simply couldn't help it. Worse, a low moan escaped her throat and he smiled against her mouth.
    "It doesn't mean anything," she breathed between kisses, but the huskiness of her voice only made his smile broaden. Dammit.
    "Whatever you want to tell yourself is fine with me," he said and tweaked her nipple between thumb and forefinger. "I don't mind giving the lady what she wants."
    "I—"
    He cut her off with another searing kiss, but by that point her head was swimming too much to resurface again. She’d always been the good soldier. The one who spent her whole life living for her pack, to the detriment of everything else in life.
    She’d never taken those cooking lessons she’d wanted to take.
    She’d never gone to Greece, or Paris, or even New York City.
    And she’d never allowed herself to feel the way she did right now about a man.
    Yeah, if she was going let herself get lost—even just this one—she wanted it to be with Greyson West.

CHAPTER FIVE
    H e wasn't sure which he liked better, her bark or her bite.
    The fight in her was hot as hell, but the way she kissed...
    That was pure sex. Wild and carnal. Even better was the way her body responded to him, almost like they'd mated before. Like her body knew his and was desperate for what only he could give her.
    He reached behind her with a muffled growl and unclasped her bra, a move that sent her pert breasts spilling forward to press against the thin cotton of her shirt.
    He cupped her then, pinching her straining nipples, and she spread her legs a little wider beneath him, arching herself against him so that he could feel every curve of her gorgeous body.
    God dammit.
    He broke their kiss, lifting her shirt and dipping his head, lowering his lips to her nipple. He'd expected her to argue again, to try and pin him down or fight, but she ran her fingers through his hair instead, spreading her legs wider as his tongue swirled around her peak and his thumb flicked the other sensitive bud.
    "At least we know you can do one thing right," she murmured, half on a gasp. He glanced up at her to see a teasing smile tugging at her mouth.
    Her cheeks were a rosy, sexy pink, her lips full and red...
    "It's a shame you don't put your mouth to better use," he shot back and she quirked a brow.
    "All right," she said, her eyes going soft as she wriggled from beneath him. He knew he should’ve have, but he couldn’t bring