Callie's Captors [Mountain Men of Montana 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Jane Jamison Page A

want this.” She pushed away from him, but he held on. She stared at him, then whimpered and pulled back. But not hard enough to break free. “Let me go.” Her voice came out weak and shaky as though she hadn’t meant what she’d said. Had she? She yanked again.
    He suddenly let go, sending her falling to the floor. Her landing was softened by the quilts made of a material she’d never seen.
    “Yes, you do.” He fell to her side and bent over her. He gripped her behind the neck and lifted her head. He brushed his mouth close to hers, lightly, teasing her. And damn it if his tease didn’t work.
    She reached up and took him by the hair to crush his lips against hers. At first he let her take the lead, but it wasn’t long before his grip tightened on her. He pulled her lower lip between his teeth as she tried to do the same to his upper lip.
    She moaned, not caring if anyone outside could hear. She hadn’t realized it earlier, but she’d wanted this to happen. Almost from the first moment she’d seen the Deacon brothers, she’d wanted them. Not just Pete, but his brothers, too. Did the knowledge that Blue wanted her, too, upset him? She shoved away the question of what he’d think.
    He deepened the kiss, making it harder yet softer at the same time. Nibbling on her lower lip gave way to giving her his tongue and she took it with relish. She sucked on it, drinking in every drop of his taste, then offered him hers in return.
    He groaned and cupped her breast to rake his thumb over her nipple. She arched, urging him to do anything he wanted. The rumble of a growl rolling through his chest didn’t scare her. In fact, it had the opposite effect. Excitement rushed into her and, if he hadn’t had his mouth on hers, she would’ve asked him to make the sound again.
    When he ended the kiss, she was left trying to breathe, trying to think straight, but it was as impossible for her to do as flying to the moon. “How do you do that?”
    Hunger flashed in his eyes. “How do I do what?”
    She fisted her hands on her hips. “You know damn well what I mean. How do you make me─”
    He pressed his mouth against hers, cutting off her question. The kiss was different than the first, more leisurely, more sensual, more seductive than any kiss she’d ever experienced. He took her lips, at first tender, then tempting her to take the kiss further. He traced a path along them with his tongue as though asking permission to enter a second time. She gave it and moaned, enjoying the intoxicating taste she’d already started missing.
    Snaking his arms around her waist, he pulled her torso closer, flattening her breasts against his solid chest. She inhaled the spicy scent that tingled the insides of her nostrils and had her breathing in fast for more of it. Sliding her arms over his wide shoulders, she let her fingers explore the muscles that strained against the material of his shirt. She locked her fingers behind his neck and held on.
    He slipped a hand lower and cupped her butt cheek. Her heart sped up along with the throbbing of her pussy.
    She wished she’d worn a skirt. Anything except her usual jeans. Heat boiled inside her and she bent one knee, spreading her legs in invitation. He accepted and moved his hand around to find the button of her jeans. She clutched him tighter and shifted her body to make it easier for him.
    Callie recognized his power as she’d recognized his brothers’. Their bodies were hard, but they had an inner strength that she didn’t quite understand. It was that strength that drew her to them like a moth to a flame and she didn’t care if she’d crash and burn against their light. At that moment, she would’ve risked anything and everything to have him.
    When he’d gotten her zipper down, she lifted her hips and let him slide her jeans and panties down her legs. He stopped kissing her long enough to mumble a curse as he yanked her boots off so he could rid her of her clothes. He paused, taking in