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

himself to stop her as she pressed him onto his back and slithered lower.
    He ignored the resulting throb of his cock and held her still, cursing himself. If he let her do that, he was in deep trouble.
    “There’ll be time for that. But first I need to look at you.” He moved to unbutton her jeans, but before he even got the chance to touch her, her nimble fingers were at his fly.
    “Now you think you’re calling all the shots?” She yanked his pants down along with his boxers, and his pulse kicked into overdrive as she stilled, her face only inches from his swollen head.
    He caught sight of her sweet, pink tongue as she inched closer…
    God, what he wouldn’t give to feel her there. To have her warm mouth close around him and suck until he—
    One swipe of her tongue, and his vision went hazy.
    He growled, halting her with a hand in her hair. “I don’t think I’m calling the shots. I am calling them.” He rolled her off him and this time, he wasn’t letting her up until he made her scream. He undid her pants then tugged them down her legs. “And this time, I go first.”
    She opened her mouth to argue, but before she got the chance, he slid her panties down her thighs and past her ankles before tossing them aside. For a long moment, he just stared down at her, his throat going tight with need.
    The narrow swatch of dark hair, those silky thighs, suddenly he was desperate to see the rest. To know if she was as pretty there as she was everywhere else.
    He spread her thighs wide and, even in his fantasies, he’d never imagined that she'd be so pink, so wet, so ready as she was right now.
    “I can’t wait to taste you,” he muttered.
    He bowed his head between her thighs and lapped at her slit with one, long swipe of his tongue. She rocked into him with a muffled groan, thighs tensing around his shoulders, and he pressed his tongue deeper, committing the taste of her to memory.
    He let his fingers trail between her legs, tracing a pattern over her soft skin until she shook beneath his touch. Again, she made a sound from above that was nothing more than a squeak.
    He ignored every instinct urging him to keep going. To lick and suck and consume until she came so hard, she felt it down to her very soul.
    Instead, he pulled back and looked up at her tense face. “You’re biting your lip so hard, it’s bleeding,” he said softly.
    Her eyes snapped open and the look of concentration faded as her already flushed cheeks went a fiery shade of red.
    “I was trying to be quiet.”
    “Why would you do that?”
    “That’s just…what I do.” Already he could feel her pulling away from him, her thighs straining to close, her expressive face shutting down.
    “Why?”
    “I don’t know,” she snapped, a little of her sass coming back now, but it was fleeting. She took a deep breath and met his gaze. “I guess it makes me feel…”
    “Vulnerable?”
    Her nod was slow to come, but when it did, he felt a rush of tenderness that he couldn’t ever remember feeling before.
    “Don’t.” He’d kept his voice soft, but there was no question it was a demand.
    “Don’t what?”
    “Don’t pull away. Don’t hold back. Not with me.”
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    S HE SWALLOWED past the dryness in her throat and stared at Grey sitting back on his haunches, glancing from her face to the apex of her thighs and back again, as if he couldn’t help himself. God, he was sexy.
    But did he have any idea what he was asking of her? Why couldn’t he just make this easy?
    “It’s okay to let me in Maggie. I would never do anything to hurt you.”
    The moment was so emotionally charged, she briefly considered making a run for it, and even glanced at the door.
    And then what, stupid?
    And then she’d get to spend the rest of her life wondering what it would have been like…
    "I don’t know if I can," she whispered, meeting his gaze.
    "Only one way to find out."
    There was no gentle re-introduction. He just dove back in, consuming her, licking