Chance Creek, into his life, into his arms, exactly when he needed her most? The best of it was he was slated to marry her in six short weeks. Just when he thought he’d turned his back on the possibility of love, it had been handed to him as neat as a package.
Wonder overtook him as he increased his pace and her breasts rose and fell with his movements. He captured her wrists and plunged into her again, lowering himself to press against her fully. Every inch of her excited him where they touched, and though they were far from completion, he found himself dreaming of other positions to try on other occasions. He knew they would be together again—many, many times.
Storm’s ragged breathing made him increase his pace again and soon he was plunging into her with an abandon that brought him close to the end. Her moans and cries told him she was close, too. Redoubling his speed, he thrust into her again and again until he swept them both over the edge. They cried out together and Zane held her tight until they were both spent. Collapsing on top of her, he pulled her over onto their sides, still joined.
“Once or twice?” he asked.
She laughed. “Twice.”
This time when he kissed her, Zane took his time, letting his gentleness and insistence say what he wanted to say. He wanted to be with her. He wanted to get close to her. As he cleaned up, found a new condom and pressed inside of her again he hoped she understood.
This wasn’t going to be a sham wedding.
He would do everything in his power to see if it could be real.
Storm lay back and let Zane make love to her thoroughly, competently and so completely that she no longer knew where she ended and he began. When she came for a second time, calling out his name, she realized that she was in over her head. She was long past keeping control of the situation. Zane was calling the shots now.
At least she wouldn’t have to pretend to his family that she knew him. She felt like she knew everything about him after their shared intimacies. She knew how his muscles were etched like stone when he flexed them. She knew how soft and tender he could be when coaxing her to open to him. She knew that he was generous, making sure of her pleasure before giving rein to his own.
She’d only met this man a few hours ago, and she was halfway to loving him. She’d never felt anything like this.
Never done anything like this. It was crazy to lie here with a man she barely knew and contemplate the marriage ahead of them. Was she acting so wantonly because she was far from home and none of this felt real?
Or had she really met the man for her in Chance Creek, Montana?
“What’s going on in that pretty head?” Zane asked, brushing a kiss over her brow.
“I didn’t expect… this.”
“Neither did I.”
“What do we do now?”
“I can think of a lot of things.” He smoothed a hand down her hip. “But I’ll have to get home before anyone starts asking questions I don’t want to answer. I wish I could stay with you tonight.”
“I wish you could too.” But already reality was crashing in. She should be grateful he was going home. It would give her time to formulate a new plan. She couldn’t go on lying to him—not when they’d connected like this.
She feared telling him the truth, though. How would he react?
Then there were her mother and sisters, who were counting on her to earn her bonus and get them up to date on their bills. If she told Zane the truth, she’d never get the money.
“What’s wrong?”
She opened her eyes to find Zane staring at her in concern. “Nothing. It’s just… I don’t want to lose you,” she said in a rush.
“You won’t lose me.”
She sat up, reaching for her bra. “This is only temporary. We both need to remember that.”
“Maybe I don’t want to remember that.” He sat up too.
“Zane—”
“Shh.” He held a finger to her lips, then kissed her quickly. “We’ll figure it all out. There’s no reason we