Page 2 of Where We Bloom (The Blackwells of Montana #3)

He pushes in another finger, stretching me, and I moan again, still pushing back against him, wanting so much more than his fingers.

Just as I’m about to come apart with the most intense orgasm of my life, he stops.

And I frown back at him, but then I realize he’s rolling on a condom. He flips me back over, braces himself on his hands beside my shoulders, and pushes the crown inside me. I grip his sides, my nails digging into his skin.

“Take a breath, angel.” He brushes his nose over mine so gently, I take that breath.

Why do I love it when he calls me angel so much?

With my eyes on his, I inhale, and then he slides all the way in. My legs are hitched on his hips, my hands slide to his back, and to my surprise, he lowers his forehead to mine.

“Christ, you’re snug,” he whispers. “Your pussy fits my cock perfectly.”

I feel like I’ve just been given a gold medal.

He covers my mouth with his, then he starts to move, and I can’t help the whimper that pushes through my throat.

“Are you okay?” he asks as he tucks his hand under my ass, tilting my pelvis up .

“Never better. Don’t you dare stop.”

He cups my cheek and jawline, and picks up the tempo, making my spine tingle and every muscle clench around him.

“Oh fuck.”

“That’s right. Come for me. God, you’re so bloody gorgeous.”

His accent is thicker when he’s aroused, and before I know it, I’m shattering into a million pieces, holding on to him for dear life as I’m thrown off the sexiest cliff ever.

With a roar, he follows me over, cants his hips into mine, and shivers with his own climax.

He lowers to his elbows, bracing himself. Pushing his hands into my hair, he brushes his nose down my jawline, making me shiver.

“Are you okay, angel?”

“If I die because of the best orgasm of my life, please tell my family it was worth it.”

With a proud grin, he kisses me, softly this time. Leisurely. As if we have all the time in the world to lie here, in this opulent bed, and soak each other in.

This man, this stranger, is a grade A kisser.

Finally, he rolls to the side, disentangles himself from me, then takes my hand and pulls me from the bed.

“Where are we going?” I ask with a laugh.

“Shower,” he replies. “I’m going to clean you up, then get you messy again.”

Well, yes, please and thank you, hot stranger. Sign me up for that .

Connor

I jolt up from a dead sleep and pull air into my lungs, taking in my surroundings.

Waking up in a strange place is nothing new to me. It’s part of my job.

I’m in Montana. I was supposed to leave yesterday, but my plane had a problem, and we had to postpone until today.

And then I met the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my bleedin’ life.

I glance down and frown when I see that the bed is empty, and a brush of my hand over the sheets tells me she’s been gone for a while.

Pushing the blanket aside, I walk to the living room, where I find my dark-haired angel curled up in one of the leather armchairs by the windows, a blanket tossed over her lap, watching the snow outside. She’s wearing my shirt from earlier, and it’s sexy as hell on her.

I don’t know when the snow started, but the trees are already covered in white, and the flakes falling from the sky look like the size of my fist.

“It’s the first snowfall of the year,” she says without turning to look at me. Her voice is raspy, her beautiful long hair tangled, and I need to get my hands on her again more than I need air.

“Have you slept at all?” I ask and scowl when she shakes her head .

“I don’t sleep much. But I won’t say anything else because we’re not sharing personal things.” She grins over at me, and her whiskey-colored eyes go round when she sees that I’m naked.

I want to ask her a million questions. Why doesn’t she sleep well? How does she like her coffee in the morning? When can I see her again?

What’s her bleeding name?

If I was a man who did relationships, I’d claim this woman as mine.

But I’m not.

However, I plan to enjoy the hell out of her while I have her, so I kneel in front of her, pull the blanket off her lap, and spread her legs, hooking one of them over the arm of the chair.

“Uh, you don’t have to?—”

Before she can finish that thought, I lean in and wrap my lips around her clit, flick the little bundle of nerves with the tip of my tongue, and grin when her hands twine in my hair and pull.

I love that she’s not gentle.

That she’s not fragile.

And with a growl, I push my tongue inside her and lap at her juices.

“Ah, shit,” she moans. “God, you’re so damn good at that.”

With a growl, I pull her out of that chair, sit, and straddle her over me. She immediately takes my cock inside her, sinking down until I’m buried inside her. She circles her gorgeous hips before she starts to ride .

I unbutton the shirt, lean in and suck on her nipples, tease them with my teeth, and with my hands planted on the globes of her bloody phenomenal arse, she rides me until I feel the orgasm gather, lifting my balls. I press my thumb to her clit, making sure she comes with me.

Her movements falter as she cries out, coming apart on my lap, and once she’s finished, I lift her and pump my cock until I come in thick ropes all over her stomach and tits.

“No condom,” she whispers, grinning at me. “Good call.”

Still catching my breath, I stand with her in my arms and take us back to bed.

“Come on, we’re going to work on that sleep.”

“You know, I’m not a small person,” she says as she wraps her arm around my neck, still catching her own breath as she presses her sweet face to my neck. “I’m not used to being carried around.”

“You’re small compared to me,” I reply. I don’t want her to think she’s anything but perfect, just the way she is.

I fucking love curvy women.

“I won’t sleep,” she informs me, dragging a finger down my neck. “And I don’t want to keep you up. I’m fine in the chair.”

“You’re fine in the bed, and you won’t keep me up.”

She starts to protest, but I silence her with a kiss.

“I want you with me, angel.”

I lay her down, and once I’ve fetched a warm cloth from the bathroom and cleaned her up, I curl up behind her, tucking her back against my front.

We lie like this for a while, watching the snow through the windows.

But then, to my surprise, she wiggles around, presses her face to my chest, wraps her arm around my waist, and sighs as she loops one leg through mine.

She snuggles into me so tightly, as if she’s worried I might get away from her.

I kiss her head and hug her close, breathing her in.

I’ve never felt such an instant connection to someone. I don’t remember the last time I was this attracted to a woman. I’m not in the habit of keeping someone in my bed overnight, and I’m not a cuddler.

That’s too personal.

But this lass had me trapped in her spell from the moment I saw her.

I glance at the clock. I’m leaving in five hours.

And I spend every minute of those holding her. She was wrong. She fell into a deep sleep and relaxed against me. I washed her face in the shower earlier, so she’s free of makeup and even more stunning.

The snow stops at around six, and it’s time for me to get ready to leave. My angel is sleeping so well, I don’t want to wake her.

Okay, the truth is, if she wakes up, I won’t want to leave her.

And I have to go.

So I cross to the walk-in closet and dress, grab my already packed bag, and carry it through to the front door of the suite. Then I return to her and watch her for a few moments. She’s still in my shirt. She can keep it.

I wonder, briefly, if she’ll hang on to it or discard it.

“Take care, angel,” I whisper before leaving the suite and quietly shutting the door behind me. I stop at the front desk and ask them to send up coffee and everything on the breakfast menu in two hours, then have a driver take her to her car whenever she’s ready. Then I leave for the airport.

Although I know I’ll be back in Bitterroot Valley often to see my sister, I also know that I won’t repeat this night with that glorious, stunning, and witty woman.

Because I’d lose myself to her, and there’s no room for that in my world.