Always Enough (Meet Me in Montana #2) - Kelly Elliott Page 0,45
a breath and took a step away from me. “Wh-what?”
“You called me John.”
“I . . . I didn’t mean . . . I didn’t mean to call you that.”
With a nod, I turned and headed out of her room and down the stairs.
When I reached for the front door, her voice stopped me.
“Wait. Don’t go.”
I closed my eyes. I knew if I stayed, and she asked me to do anything, I’d do it. Whatever she asked, I’d fall at her feet and beg her to let me in. And with the way she had been looking at me a few moments ago, I knew what she would be asking.
Her hand gently lay over mine on the doorknob, causing me to open my eyes and look down at her.
“I’m asking you to stay.”
“Why?” My voice was rough and broken sounding.
“Because I need you, Ty.”
I shook my head. “No, you don’t need someone like me, Kaylee. I’m pretty fucked up.”
Her teeth dug into her lower lip as she looked down at the floor and then back up at me. Her eyes were filled with the same heat as that night at the Blue Moose. I’d almost taken her that night, but the searing kiss she’d given me had pulled me out of the haze this woman seemed to be able to put me in. It made me realize that Kaylee had the power to completely destroy me if she wanted to. I couldn’t think around her, and I needed to have a clear head.
She removed her hand from mine, and I tried hard not to let the disappointment show on my face. I expected her to step aside and let my sorry ass leave.
Instead, she stepped between me and the door and pulled her wet T-shirt over her head.
My eyes drifted down her beautiful body. Her nipples were straining against her white lace bra, making my cock instantly hard. I’d never in my life wanted a woman as desperately as I wanted Kaylee. Those blue eyes seemed to penetrate straight into my fucking soul.
“Kaylee,” I managed to get out, my voice sounding shaky, like my self-control was balancing on a thin wire.
Then her hands went to her sweatpants, and she pushed them down.
“Me fucking you isn’t going to fix anything,” I said, looking directly into her eyes.
“Then I’ll fuck you, because it might not fix anything, but I’m tired of wanting you. Needing you.”
A low growl formed at the back of my throat as she said that while pushing her bra straps down her shoulders, placing those perfect tits on display for me.
I shook my head and took a step back.
The fight was over when she shimmied out of the lace panties.
My self-control shredded into a million tiny pieces as I took two steps toward her and pressed my mouth to hers.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, and I picked her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around me.
“Yes, Ty. God, yes,” she panted.
This was wrong. So fucking wrong, and at the same time, so damn right.
One thing I knew for sure: this woman deserved to be in her own bed, and not fucked against the front door of her house.
I turned and headed toward the stairs, then raced up them. She held on to me tightly, her body pressed against mine. The heat between us electric.
After walking back into her bedroom, I stopped long enough to shut the door. It wasn’t like anyone would be walking in on us, but you never knew when my family would magically appear.
Slowly, I laid her on the bed, then reached behind me and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor. “I’m no good for you.”
“So you keep saying, but so far what I’m feeling from you is very, very good,” she replied, giving me a sexy smirk.
“I can’t do a relationship, Kaylee, so if you aren’t looking for just sex, tell me to stop now, because that’s all I can give you. One night. I can only give you one night.”
Her eyes moved over the upper part of my body with pure lust. She got on her knees and started to unbuckle my belt, then undid my jeans. I’m pretty sure I stopped breathing momentarily as I watched her every movement.
“Kaylee.”
“Stop talking, Ty.”
She pushed my jeans and boxers down all at once, causing my cock to spring out. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving my dick, and my knees shook.
Then, before I could even get my thoughts straight, she