She shrugged. “I kind of like it here.”
Dan stilled. Here. He tested the idea. Would he like to remain in Chance Creek with Mason, his brothers, and their wives? Could he become part of this community? Montana was a good place for survival training.
He turned the thought over in his mind. Montana was a great place, actually. He could run different types of programs in the different seasons. Winter survival was a whole different ballgame than summer survival, after all. He remembered the way he’d felt as the plane touched down at the start of his visit, how the small town and the surrounding countryside had intrigued him.
He liked the way the people worked together here, too. The way Mason and his brothers shared the ranch chores, and their wives were best friends. He liked the poker and pool night at the Cruz ranch and all the men and women he’d met there. He liked their easy joking and serious work ethic. He liked the pace of the days on the ranch, as well.
“I kind of like it here, too,” he said.
“We barely know each other.”
He leaned forward and kissed her. He wouldn’t let her slip away now. “We’ll know each other a hell of a lot better before the night’s through.”
Chapter Ten
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When she woke beside Dan, Sarah stretched and savored the delicious knowledge that she could most likely enjoy him inside of her again before breakfast if they didn’t dawdle. When she turned to glance at the clock, she had to chuckle at the ache in her arms. She wasn’t sure how soon she could manage upside down sex with Dan again, but she figured if they didn’t try it again sometime, it would only be because they’d come up with a crazier idea.
“Morning, sunshine.” Dan slid an arm around her and pulling her in tighter.
“Morning.”
“That was something last night.”
“It really was.”
“That backbend was really sexy.” He ran a hand over her hip. “Who knew you were so flexible?”
“And strong. Don’t forget strong.”
“As if I could forget.”
Sarah smiled to herself. Finally, a man who could admit she was strong too. Dan might have started off as biased as her brothers against women in uniform, but she’d showed him he was wrong, and he’d been willing to change his mind. “Tell me more about your business.” Surely Dan would invite her to become involved now that he’d seen how capable she was. He must want to spend as much time with her as she wanted to spend with him.
“I will in a minute,” he said, bending to kiss her neck, “but first I need to feel you again. All of you.” He rolled on top of her and gathered her into his arms, kissing her until her head spun. “I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned, and dipped to take one nipple into his mouth. Wrapping his hands around her wrists, he teased and laved her sensitive skin with her tongue until she gasped and surrendered utterly to him. She had no problem laying back and letting Dan take charge in this department. She loved the way he made love to her. Dan moved over her with a mixture of strength and grace that turned her on as much as anything else. He explored her as if she were something precious that required every bit of his attention. When he had kissed her all over she felt thoroughly known and understood.
When he settled in between her legs, and pressed into her she opened for him, welcoming him inside. She shut her eyes and surrendered to the feelings he was stirring up inside her.
“Look at me,” he said and she met his gaze, seeing the desire in his eyes. She wondered what he saw in hers—the longing for a true connection? For love?
He watched her as he moved inside her, increasing his tempo until she was moments away from losing control. “So beautiful,” he said finally, still gazing into her eyes. She came with a cry she couldn’t have stifled. As ecstasy pulsed through her, he came too, bucking against her and grunting his own release. By the time they collapsed together she felt like she’d been stripped bare and her every hope and dream exposed to Dan.
Did he feel that too?
He gathered her close again, still joined to her. “I’m not going to let you go. You hear me?”
“I hear you.”
He ran his hands through her hair. “Who knew how sexy a regulation haircut could be?”
“I knew,” she teased, running her hand over his barely grown-out crewcut.
“Always a jokester.” He pulled out of her, and snuggled close. “I hope you weren’t joking about what you said last night—about settling here. I think this is the perfect place for a training camp.” He propped himself up on one elbow as he talked, still running his fingers through her curls now and then. “It’ll be for men who want to pit themselves against the best ex-SEALs around—to see if they have what it takes to survive the kind of brutal situations SEALs find themselves in when they serve. Mixed in to the craziness will be hiking, survival skills, camping—you name it. Real men doing real men things.”