Rocky Mountain Wedding by Sara Richardson Read Free Book Online Page B

body was enough to send sparks of hunger dancing through her.
    “It was a pretty tough day,” she agreed, following him to the bedroom. She hadn’t felt so sick in a long time, but after she’d eaten something, all of a sudden, her stomach seemed to settle.
    With a wicked grin, Sawyer turned and locked the bedroom door. “Which means you deserve some special treatment.” He slipped behind her and unzipped her dress, working his hands beneath the fabric to caress the tension from that vise grip that had claimed her spine.
    Her head fell forward as his hands worked her weary muscles over, digging in and kneading.
    With each touch, everything in her—all of the worry and tension softened into peace. She was still standing, but she might as well have been floating.
    Leaning close, Sawyer kissed her neck while his fingers unclasped her bra. Then he spread his hands over her skin, cleverly brushing her dress and bra straps over her shoulders so that her clothes fell away from her body.
    “Feeling better now?” he murmured against her neck while his hands skimmed her lower back, climbing their way down to her underwear.
    “So much better,” she whispered, shuddering in rapture at the way his hands knew her body.
    “God, I never thought you could get any sexier,” Sawyer said, tugging down her silk undies. “Then you got pregnant.” He slipped in front of her and ran his hands over the small swell of her belly, circling his fingers around her belly button. “I love you so much, baby.” His hands moved to her bare hips and tugged her closer, which gave her the perfect opportunity to start undoing the buttons on his shirt.
    “I love you, too, Officer Hawkins,” she teased, continuing her way down the buttons until she could tear the thing off of his shoulders. His chest. Oh, mercy, his chest. Tossing the shirt aside, she pressed her palms against the hard muscles, moving them over the dents and bends.
    Heavy breaths broadened his shoulders, and she loved seeing that look on his face, the one that proved she could seduce him, too. She loved the hard beat of his heart beneath her palm, the feel of his erection pressing against his jeans.
    “I love your body,” she said, in case she hadn’t already made that clear. Lifting her lips to his neck, she climbed her way up to his ear. “You know what else I love?” she murmured, undoing his pants and shoving them down.
    His breath hitched. “What?”
    “Making love to you.” She slipped her hand into his and pulled him toward the bed.
    He stepped out of his pants and left them behind. “You’re amazing,” he breathed against her lips. Then he tilted up her chin and kissed her mouth in a teasing preview. The heat of his tongue, the strong grip of his hands against the back of her head, anchored her in that moment, stilling her in the sea of stress and worries that’d had her floundering all day. The intimate connection carried her away from everything else until it was only the two of them breathing, kissing, touching.
    “How long has it been?” he whispered in her ear before nipping his way down her neck and over her breasts, grazing his tongue across her skin. “It feels like forever since I kissed these.”
    A titillating shiver overtook her. She threaded her fingers into that beautiful mess of thick dark hair. “I believe it’s been…” Her lungs caught. Ohhhh… She swore his tongue possessed some sort of magic. “Two days since you came over for lunch.”
    He grinned, hugging her against him. “That was the best lunch ever.”
    “The best until the next lunch,” she promised, pushing him down to the mattress. He caught her hand and pulled her with him.
    They hit the bed, bodies tangled together, and he rolled onto his side next to her, sliding his hand up her thigh, then higher until her entire lower half was clenched with want. His fingers danced over her hip bones in long, teasing strokes.
    She let her head fall to the pillow, feeling that