Always Enough (Meet Me in Montana #2) - Kelly Elliott Page 0,35

Kaylee, your lips are practically blue. Do you have any quilts?”

I nodded and pointed upstairs. Ty moved quickly up the steps and soon reappeared with the quilt from my bed and one from the other bedroom upstairs. When he draped one over me, I pulled it over my head.

“Do you need me to warm you up?”

Every inch of me stopped moving. I think even my heart paused for a moment.

Say no. Say no. Say no. Say no, for Pete’s sake, Kaylee!

When I didn’t answer, I felt the quilt and covers move down. “Can you move forward and get on your side? I’ll slip in behind you.”

I was so cold, I couldn’t even argue with him. The idea of any kind of heat was something I cared more about at the moment. I carefully moved, placing a pillow between my legs as I turned to my side.

Ty placed the now-warm ice pack on the coffee table and carefully climbed over my body and slipped down onto the sofa. He wrapped his arm around me, bringing my body flush against his.

My heart raced in my chest and my teeth chattered, but I wasn’t so sure it was from the cold anymore, because my body instantly heated at his touch. At the feel of him against me. His dick was pressed into my ass, and I could feel it better than I should have thanks to his going commando.

Ignore the large penis pressed against you. He’s not even hard. See, you don’t do anything for him. Not. A. Thing.

My mind went back to a few hours ago, when I’d walked into the bathroom and found him butt-ass naked. The man had a body to die for. His abs had abs. He was toned in all the right places. His chest was broad, and his muscles . . . I was getting warm just thinking of them.

Let’s not forget his dick—Lord Almighty, he was thick and long. The way it got so hard, so fast, and then jumped against his stomach had my panties instantly soaking wet. It had been a long time since I’d been with a man, and I’d wanted to drop to my knees and taste him so badly, I hadn’t been able to think straight. Good thing my tailbone hurt like a bitch and I hadn’t totally lost all my senses in that moment, or I might have.

“Are you okay? Lying like this doesn’t hurt you, does it?”

The concern in his voice caused tears to fill my eyes. I forced myself to keep my voice calm and steady as I answered him. “I’m good—it doesn’t hurt.”

He held me a bit tighter, and this time a tear did fall. Then another. I squeezed my eyes shut and wished more than anything that Ty felt the same way about me as I did him.

“Good night, Kaylee,” he whispered in the softest voice.

Determined not to let him know I was upset, I spoke clearly. “Night, Ty.”

He soon drifted off to sleep, his breathing slow and rhythmic, me in his arms, tucked nicely against his body. It was a terribly romantic moment, one you would read about in a romance novel. It might as well have been fiction.

I cursed myself for being so foolish. There was a man out there willing and ready to have a relationship with me, yet I couldn’t seem to let go of my feelings for Ty.

I willed myself not to cry again. Instead, I closed my eyes as sleep overtook me and soon got lost in a dream.

A dream that would soon turn into a nightmare.

John stood before me, a gun held in his hand.

“I’m not happy, Kaylee. I haven’t been for a long time.”

Tears streamed down my face. “John, please, we can figure this out.”

He shook his head. “No, it’s too late.”

I wrapped my arms around my body and cried harder. “It’s never too late. Please don’t do this. Please!”

The sound of the gun firing caused me to scream. I covered my eyes and prayed it wasn’t real. I hadn’t just seen my fiancé take his own life. It was a dream. Please, dear God, please let this be a dream.

“Kaylee? Kaylee, wake up.”

My eyes shot open and I gasped for breath. Ty was crouched in front of me, concern etched all over his face. His beautiful blue eyes were looking directly into mine.

“You had a nightmare. A very intense one. Are you okay?”

I reached out and placed my hand on the side of his face. Was this