Page 41 of All in with the Maverick Montana

“I’ve been dying to do that for weeks,” he said, a little smile flickering across his face.

She giggled. She couldn’t help it. “Why didn’t you?”

“I was afraid I’d spook you.”

She snorted. “Like a skittish little horse?”

“Yes. Or that I’d chase you away.” He leaned down and pecked her on the corner of the mouth. “I’m still not convinced I won’t.”

“You won’t,” she assured him. She couldn’t believe she was saying those words after Tru, but Josh made her want to be bold. Or reckless. Maybe both. “And, unlike Bitsy, I don’t bite. You could have told me sooner.”

“I didn’t want to pressure you into anything.” He pulled back again. “We can take this as slow as you want. I realize that you only got out of that relationship a few months ago.”

Amy curled her fingers in the fabric of his shirt, tugging him closer. “That doesn’t matter anymore. And I think we’ve been taking things slow,” she said. “Considering how we both feel.” Now that she knew, now that she had him like this, she didn’t want there to be any more distance. She wanted to be with Josh. Here. Now. She reached up and nipped at his jaw playfully. “We don’t have to stop.”

Josh groaned, pressing his face against her neck. She could feel his warm breath against her skin and it was wonderful. “Are you sure?”

“You don’t have to stop.”

“Amy, I mean it. This doesn’t have to happen now. It won’t change how I feel.”

“I think you should stop talking and kiss me already.”

He did, both hands on her cheeks, and Amy felt like she was floating.

Josh deepened the kiss again, his tongue looking for entrance, and Amy let her lips fall open, let herself sink into the bliss that crept through her veins. Her heart was beating so hard, and she was breathless, and for a few moments, they let themselves be breathless. Neither of them speaking.

“God, I want you.” Josh looked at her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Do you want to go inside?”

“Well, otherwise I’m gonna start stripping out here,” she teased. “And I’m not sure that’s a show you want your cattle to see.”

Josh laughed. “They’d be scandalized for sure.” He took her by the hand and led her into the house and straight upstairs to his bedroom. Amy tried to look around, tried to catalog the rustic wooden furniture and the cowboy hat hanging off the bedpost and the smell of cedar, but she was distracted as Josh’s fingers trailed up beneath her shirt.

“You made your bed,” she said, impressed.

“I always make my bed. Don’t you?”

“Only because Faith would be grumpy if I didn’t.” She kissed him. “I don’t see a point if I’m just gonna mess up the sheets again.”

“Because that’s half the fun. Give us a second to get horizontal and I’ll show you just how much fun.” His hands snaked up her shirt, skimming the underside of her breast. “I think this is in the way.”

Amy’s shirt was on the ground before she could work up words for a reply. Josh pressed against her, his hands suddenly everywhere, and she could feel the length of him. Amy tugged on his belt buckle and Josh got the message, shrugging out of his clothes while she shimmied out of hers.

They touched and caressed as they did, sending electric shivers through her body. Lord, she wanted him.

Josh reached for her again, his hands running over bare skin. “Are you on—”

“Yes,” she said. “But I think we should still use a condom.”

“Got it,” Josh said, reaching for a drawer by the bedside. There was the crinkle of a wrapper as Amy sat down on the bed, reclining back on her elbows just so she could look at him. Every tanned, muscled inch.

He grinned at her, taking a step closer to the bed before leaning down to press a kiss to her knee. Amy fell back, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of his lips moving from one leg to the other, slowly inching toward the place she wanted him most.

“This okay?” he said, and Amy practically arched off the bed.

“Josh, I swear if you don’t touch me—”

And then he did, with his lips and his tongue, and Amy moaned. It was good, he was so good, that she practically forgot her own name as she trembled against him. He continued his way up her body, the weight of him enveloping her, and Amy kissed his lips as he settled between her hips.