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On some psychological level, I knew it was because I never had a father. I didn’t grow up with the protective nature of a man who would do anything to protect me. Being with Montana filled some deep, dark void that I desperately needed.
A small part of me needed his validation, his strength, his power. I knew I was capable of many things and didn’t need a man to validate me per se, but at least I was honest enough to admit that having a man like Montana in my corner, helping, loving and protecting me was exactly what I craved.
Even the strongest of women needed someone to lean on. Someone to have their backs in times of need. Someone who willingly wanted to be there to help in any way they could.
Montana Stone was that person for me.
I didn’t look up, focusing my gaze on the ground as his feet came into view. I’ve never given any thought to a man’s feet before but fuck me. Montana had handsome feet.
Stopping before me, he didn’t move. He stood there silently, not moving. The drumming of my heart drowned out every thought, every sound until I saw his hand lightly shake.
“Choose.”
His voice reverberated in my ears like a cannon fire, and I tensed, awaiting the caress of his fingers, somewhere on my body, as was his custom. Searing flames licked my shoulder as his fingertips whispered over my skin, tracing down to my collarbone. Still, I didn’t raise my eyes from his feet. Flames licked along my neck, then under my chin, where he placed his index finger. With almost no pressure at all, he forced me to lift my chin as our eyes connected.
“Choose.”
The intense penetration of his gaze seared me to my core.
Montana Stone was all man. From the tips of his hair down to his feet. There wasn’t an ounce that said otherwise. However, when he looked at me with his sterling blue eyes, something always unfurled inside me, welcoming him so he could see into the heart of me.
No other man had that power over me, and no one ever would. Just like I knew no other woman would ever satisfy him as I could. Only there was something else in his stare. A fear. He was afraid. Why, I didn’t know, but the longer he stood there, never breaking eye contact, a trickle of trepidation seeped into my soul. Something had shifted. An unknown entity had oozed into our world and doubt took root.
It was then that I understood.
He wasn’t asking me to submit to him.
He was asking me to believe in him.
To trust him.
To accept that he would protect me.
The funny part was, I thought I already had, but my actions the last few days said otherwise. Instead of trusting and believing that he would resolve my problem, I berated him.
I felt my cheeks redden as the warmth of my shame traveled from my face, down my neck, to my chest. How could I have misunderstood? I knew who he was. What he was capable of. Instead of trusting that he would fix it, I made things worse. He told me everything, every sordid detail from his past and instead of accepting him, I avoided him, subconsciously blaming him for my troubles. Then, to make matters worse, I made a scene in front of all his brothers. I heard what I wanted, instead of listening to what was being said. I assumed the worst.
Neither of us said a word.
With my gaze firmly held, he removed his finger. The heat radiating from his touch scorched my skin. My eyes did not waver from his.
A brief, pleased smile played across his mouth before it disappeared. “You and our son are my sole purpose for living. There isn’t a moment of the day that I’m not thinking about your welfare and how I can improve, to make it better. I know you want to work, Tessa. You were born to be a doctor. My woman is so fucking smart, but sometimes she can’t see past the tip of her nose,” he scolded softly, as he reached down to touch my lips, stroking gently over my mouth.
I closed my eyes and sighed.
He ran his thumb over my lips and pushed slightly, entering my mouth.
I moaned. My body is a slave to his desires.
His thumb touched the tip of my tongue.
He pushed, gently stroking my tongue until it stroked back, twisting around and licking.
Pleased, he removed his thumb, rubbing the wetness off on my lips before removing his touch altogether.
An eternity lapsed as I waited for his next touch. My breath became shallow, the frustration of this neglect mounting in my body. I dared not move as my frustration dripped slowly down my thighs.
“You look stunning, kneeling before me. My dream came true but even now, you can’t shut it off, can you? Your mind won’t allow you to trust that I know what’s best for you. You fight me every step of the way. I want to give you the world, but a small part of you stops you from surrendering because you don’t trust me to be what you need.”
