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into his back.
“Now, darlin’.” He barely got the words out, holding onto himself until he felt her body give in to its release.
The explosion was intense, the climax gripping him and shaking him like a leaf in the wind. Beneath him, plastered to his body, Lexie took the wild ride with him. They shuddered together as spasms racked them, spinning out into a black-velvet void, cartwheeling in an explosion of fireworks until the very last of the tremors had died away. Little by little, Killian came back to himself, his breathing evening out. The silence in the room was broken only by the raspy sounds as they both drew air into their lungs.
He braced himself on his forearms, loving the flush of pleasure on her face and the gleam of satisfaction in her heavy-lidded eyes. He gave her a soft, gentle kiss, and when he was sure he could move again, he slowly eased himself from her body.
“Be right back,” he told her, brushing his mouth over hers.
In her small bathroom, he disposed of the condom and washed his hands. He looked at himself in the mirror, staring at the flush of pleasure still darkening his face. At the glow of sexual satisfaction in his eyes. The orgasm was more than just the most stupendous he could ever remember. It had satisfied something, touched something deep inside him, and he knew, whatever happened, he would never be the same again.
A week, he told himself. One week. He still had no idea what would happen then. He still had no intention of staying in Red Creek. He had plans. Would he feel guilty leaving? Could he walk away from Lexie Choate as he’d walked away from other women? Lexie was way beyond other women.
Would she come with him back to Montana? Would she—
Stop it, cowboy. Don’t get ahead of yourself here. He splashed water on his face, dried it on one of her fancy little towels, and headed back into the bedroom. Lexie was lying there exactly as he’d left her, her mouth curved in a tiny smile of satisfaction. He climbed in beside her and pulled her into his arms, lazily stroking his hand up and down her spine, loving the silky feel of her skin.
She sighed and nestled her head against his shoulder. “That was…beyond wonderful.”
He gave a low chuckle. “Just so you know, we’re not done yet.”
She cuddled closer to hm. “Just so you know, I didn’t think we were.”
Chapter Five
“You’re pretty chipper for someone out carousing all night.” Marliss picked up the full mug of coffee Lou had poured, set it on the table in front of Killian, and gave him a narrow-eyed look.
He smiled. He’d tried to be as quiet as possible when he came home, but nothing escaped Marliss and Lou.
“Watching out the window, were you?” He took a fortifying sip of the dark brew.
“I’m a light sleeper.” Without asking, she pulled out a chair and sat down at the table with him. “Lou and me can never sleep until all the chicks are in the barn.”
Killian laughed. “I think you’re mixing your metaphors a little, Marliss. And I hardly think I could be classified as a chick.”
“You’re Dusty’s chick. That’s what counts.”
“Yeah? Didn’t count for much for a long time, did it?”
Marliss slammed her hand down on the table. “I won’t let you speak ill of the man. He loved all you boys, and your mamas.”
Killian quirked an eyebrow. “And his wife, too?”
Lou set a plate of bacon and eggs in front of Killian, along with a basket of biscuits. “Dusty and the missus made a good marriage out of what they had. They knew what they was getting from the gitgo, and they forged ahead.”
Killian swallowed a bite of egg and bit off a piece of bacon. “I don’t understand how they could stay together if they didn’t love each other. What kind of marriage is that?”
“The kind they could both live with,” Marliss told him. “She wanted Dusty at any price, and he wanted in on the oil and minerals. He was always respectful of her.”
“Respectful.”
“Now, darlin’.” He barely got the words out, holding onto himself until he felt her body give in to its release.
The explosion was intense, the climax gripping him and shaking him like a leaf in the wind. Beneath him, plastered to his body, Lexie took the wild ride with him. They shuddered together as spasms racked them, spinning out into a black-velvet void, cartwheeling in an explosion of fireworks until the very last of the tremors had died away. Little by little, Killian came back to himself, his breathing evening out. The silence in the room was broken only by the raspy sounds as they both drew air into their lungs.
He braced himself on his forearms, loving the flush of pleasure on her face and the gleam of satisfaction in her heavy-lidded eyes. He gave her a soft, gentle kiss, and when he was sure he could move again, he slowly eased himself from her body.
“Be right back,” he told her, brushing his mouth over hers.
In her small bathroom, he disposed of the condom and washed his hands. He looked at himself in the mirror, staring at the flush of pleasure still darkening his face. At the glow of sexual satisfaction in his eyes. The orgasm was more than just the most stupendous he could ever remember. It had satisfied something, touched something deep inside him, and he knew, whatever happened, he would never be the same again.
A week, he told himself. One week. He still had no idea what would happen then. He still had no intention of staying in Red Creek. He had plans. Would he feel guilty leaving? Could he walk away from Lexie Choate as he’d walked away from other women? Lexie was way beyond other women.
Would she come with him back to Montana? Would she—
Stop it, cowboy. Don’t get ahead of yourself here. He splashed water on his face, dried it on one of her fancy little towels, and headed back into the bedroom. Lexie was lying there exactly as he’d left her, her mouth curved in a tiny smile of satisfaction. He climbed in beside her and pulled her into his arms, lazily stroking his hand up and down her spine, loving the silky feel of her skin.
She sighed and nestled her head against his shoulder. “That was…beyond wonderful.”
He gave a low chuckle. “Just so you know, we’re not done yet.”
She cuddled closer to hm. “Just so you know, I didn’t think we were.”
Chapter Five
“You’re pretty chipper for someone out carousing all night.” Marliss picked up the full mug of coffee Lou had poured, set it on the table in front of Killian, and gave him a narrow-eyed look.
He smiled. He’d tried to be as quiet as possible when he came home, but nothing escaped Marliss and Lou.
“Watching out the window, were you?” He took a fortifying sip of the dark brew.
“I’m a light sleeper.” Without asking, she pulled out a chair and sat down at the table with him. “Lou and me can never sleep until all the chicks are in the barn.”
Killian laughed. “I think you’re mixing your metaphors a little, Marliss. And I hardly think I could be classified as a chick.”
“You’re Dusty’s chick. That’s what counts.”
“Yeah? Didn’t count for much for a long time, did it?”
Marliss slammed her hand down on the table. “I won’t let you speak ill of the man. He loved all you boys, and your mamas.”
Killian quirked an eyebrow. “And his wife, too?”
Lou set a plate of bacon and eggs in front of Killian, along with a basket of biscuits. “Dusty and the missus made a good marriage out of what they had. They knew what they was getting from the gitgo, and they forged ahead.”
Killian swallowed a bite of egg and bit off a piece of bacon. “I don’t understand how they could stay together if they didn’t love each other. What kind of marriage is that?”
“The kind they could both live with,” Marliss told him. “She wanted Dusty at any price, and he wanted in on the oil and minerals. He was always respectful of her.”
“Respectful.”
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