Married in Montana by Jane Porter

Author:Jane Porter
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tule Publishing
Published: 2017-06-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Thomas couldn’t sleep and he punched his pillow, twice, and when that didn’t help, he flipped it over and tossed back the covers trying to get cool.

But even then he couldn’t get comfortable.

It was late, well past midnight, and yet he couldn’t unwind, continuing to question everything that had happened this afternoon, and regretting the decisions he’d made.

Discovering Ellie crying in the bathtub had rattled him. He could handle her anger, he understood that she was stubborn, but when she quietly wept, he couldn’t walk away from her. Nor would he cut her hair. Under no circumstances would he cut her hair.

He’d taken the stool and tackled the task of working on the knots and tangles, never letting her know just how difficult it was unraveling the brush, strand by strand, when she was practically sitting in his lap. Having her naked and so close had tested his control.

Even with the knots and tangles, and eyes pink from crying, she was beautiful, her skin pale and smooth, her mouth full and soft.

He’d tried to distract himself by focusing on the tangles, and yet beneath the thick clumps of hair he could see the length of her back, her spine supple and strong, her porcelain skin flawless. He’d felt a jolt in him when his fingers brushed her warm shoulder. She felt as soft as she looked and when she sat up a little, stretching, arching, he’d hardened, and for the next hour he just ached, unable to ease the heavy erection he was trying desperately hard to hide.

He told her about his family not because he liked sharing, but because he needed to do something to take his mind off her naked body and the fullness of her breasts peeking from the side of her hand towel.

He shouldn’t want her like this.

He shouldn’t want to strip the towel away and reach for the sponge and wash her all over, beginning with her breasts and ending with the hidden “v” between her legs.

Groaning with frustration, and the heavy ache of yet another erection, Thomas climbed from bed.

His small window was already open and he leaned on the high sill, breathing in the fresh night air. He had to cool down. He had to calm down. He’d never sleep if he remained half erect all night.

And he really wished he’d kept his stories of Rathkeale to himself.

She didn’t need to know about his family. He’d never told anyone about his past, or how his family had died, and he regretted sharing with her. His past was personal and painful, and better left buried, like his four sisters, and Margaret’s baby, and Patrick, and Mam.

Forehead pressed to the glass, he stared out at the night with its half-moon. And even though he was seeing the moon over Montana, he was remembering how the moon looked from their flat in Rathkeale. They didn’t own their flat on the third floor, and there were more of them in their two bedroom flat than the

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