Always Enough (Meet Me in Montana #2) - Kelly Elliott Page 0,48

more serious as his own orgasm drew near. He laced his fingers with mine and pushed them into the mattress. His weight on mine was both punishing and unbelievably blissful. We moved together in perfect harmony, as if we were made for each other. I knew he felt it too.

I hadn’t been with a whole lot of men, but I wasn’t inexperienced either. Sex with Ty had ruined me for any other. It had erased all past lovers from my memory forever, and all future ones—well, they were simply screwed. I felt something deep within me that I wasn’t sure how to describe. It felt like a part of my soul had been missing, until now.

Then he said my name, and it made my heart feel like it was going to explode inside my chest.

“Kaylee.”

God, it was so sweet sounding, yet it fell from his lips like he needed to say it in order to even breathe.

Damn it all to hell. Do not fall for him, Kaylee. You can’t.

“Baby, I’m going to come.”

“Yes!” I cried out, feeling him get bigger inside of me as my fifth orgasm still rolled through my body.

He pressed his mouth to mine and poured himself inside me.

The moment Ty had first pushed into me, then looked at me with panic in his eyes, I realized he hadn’t put on a condom. The feeling of us connected as one, the emotions running rampant in my mind; I couldn’t have made him pull out if I’d tried. And truth be told, I didn’t care. I wanted him. All of him.

And his words to me before he pushed inside were still rattling around in my head. He wasn’t looking for a relationship. This was a one-night thing. He didn’t do commitment.

Ty buried his face in my neck, his breaths coming fast and hard. My body was deliciously sore, and I knew I would feel him for days. That made my lower stomach tighten with the need to have more of him. I was greedy like that: it had been years, after all.

When he didn’t move off me right away, I ran my fingertips softly over his back. I wanted him to stay like this, stay inside of me forever, but I knew that fantasy wasn’t going to come true. Ty was tormented by something, something he hid from everyone he loved. I wanted desperately for him to let me in, but I knew one romp in my bed wasn’t going to do it. He would soon drift out of the postsex fog and leave my bedroom, probably never looking back, now that he’d scratched the itch to have sex with me. That thought caused my eyes to build with tears.

Would he go back to treating me like a friend? Would he want to hook up again? God, I hoped so, because my vagina was going to demand more playtime with his dick. I could force myself to ignore my feelings for him. A friends-with-benefits arrangement sounded good to me.

What did I say to him, though, when this night was over? I was afraid of spooking him, and I didn’t even know the words to avoid it.

Ty pulled out of me and rolled over, drawing in one long breath after another. I could see his heart beating rapidly with each rise of his chest. I rolled onto my side and placed my hand over his heart. He laid his hand over mine, and that gesture nearly sealed my freaking fate.

“You ruined me for all other men, you know that? Five orgasms?”

He smiled. “I don’t like odd numbers.”

My brows drew in. “Huh?”

Ty rolled over, giving me a sexy smirk as he pushed me back onto the bed, his dick still semihard as he pushed in and out a few times, then pulled all the way out. “You need one more to make it six.”

I laughed. “I’m exhausted, Ty. There is no way—”

His hand went between my legs, and he groaned when he slipped his fingers inside. “That’s so fucking hot, my cum between your legs. I’ve never had sex without a condom before, and I think you might have broken my dick, because I don’t think I can ever use protection again.”

I chuckled.

Okay. So he oddly didn’t seem to be freaked out about the no-condom thing. Had he assumed I was on the pill? It was irresponsible for both of us to let things get carried away like that, but right now, his fingers moving inside me were making all