Taming Tessa (Montana Maiden Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

weight. They were more than a handful and very lush. I watched as her nipples furled tight from the contact. "Shall we have our meal? You must be quite hungry."
    Tessa's mouth fell open. "But I'm naked."
    "Yes, you are. And you will be for the foreseeable future. Remember when I said I'd demand things of you that you might not understand?"
    She nodded, licked her lips. "But...but why?" Her brows furrowed in confusion.
    I placed my thumb over the crinkled spot, eased the tension from it. "Because I've been dreaming of seeing your body for years and now...now I can."
    Her mouth formed into a perfect O.
    "Such a pretty sight," Sam added, as he went to ladle our meal into bowls.
     
     
    Tessa
     
    I'd been dreaming of being married to Cole Bridger for years, but now I was torn. He'd given me the most incredible pleasure...twice, but then he'd shaved me there while his brother observed! My naivete about what happened between a man and wife was greater than I first thought if this was normal. Was there something abnormal about my husband? Everything I'd envisioned of him-- handsome, powerful, commanding, gentle--were still accurate, but there was more to him as well. Dark, dominating and overtly sexual. I expected some fumbling beneath the covers, the bedroom dark as night while I endured Cole's attentions. Not out in the open, where everything carnal was exposed. Who cared about his handsome visage when he kept me naked for his brother's eyes? His muscular arms were irrelevant when he made me sit with no clothes while I ate my dinner. I'd questioned his appeal when he'd shaved me... there.
    I felt naked, even being naked, without any hair on my woman's place. It was cool against the smooth skin and I could look down and gaze upon my nether lips that had been hidden before. Had they always been so...wet? My lips were slick as I ate my meal, tingly and warm as the freshly shaved skin slid easily on my wooden seat.
    Needless to say I'd never eaten a meal with my breasts exposed, but had the tips always been so full and plush? Were they always such a deep shade of pink? Every little hair on my body, the tiny ones on my arms, at the nape of my neck, felt sensitive. How had I never known such longing, such need, such pleasure existed? Had I just never paid attention to my body before or was this something brought about by Cole?
    Now, hours later, as I stared down at Cole's large bed - now my bed - I felt warmth spread through my body, felt wetness drip down my thighs. My bottom was sore after being filled with the cork all day. But that wasn't the only place I thought about now. My mother had told me what Cole would want to do, where he'd want to put that...that hardness between his legs and how I'd have to endure it. My woman's passage clenched at the very idea, and not in a bad way as she had imagined me to believe, but in anticipation.
    "Have you ever seen a man without his clothes?" Cole asked as he unbuttoned his shirt, his large fingers at work, breaking me from my reverie.
    I couldn't help but be mesmerized by the movement. Little by little, his bare chest was revealed, all tanned skin and a smattering of dark hair that thinned into a line that dipped below his pants to...oh!
    "No." When had my voice gotten so breathy?
    He quickly shucked his boots and pants and stood before me completely bare. My eyes widened as I took in his--
    That was going to fit inside me?
    "So this is the first cock you've seen?" He stroked his...cock with one large fist, sliding it from root to plush, wide head as I nodded. Did it just lengthen even more? "It’ll be the last one you see, too."
    I swallowed my nervousness all the while moisture seeped down my legs.
    "You're...you're too big, Cole."
    He grinned wickedly. "My wife gives compliments."
    I shook my head. "No, I meant--"
    "I'll fit and you're going to love it."
    That, I questioned readily. Just the sheer size of him had me doubting. "Right now?"
    He looked at me with hooded eyes. His pupils had