But even if he really wanted to do this, how exactly was this supposed to work? He eyed the parachute pack. His spine was recovered, but the effect of the opening parachute would surely have a jarring impact. And it was a long way down. Especially if he was in pain.
Alex must have read his concerns. “Don’t worry about the chute opening. You’ll just feel like you’re floating back up a little, before continuing the slower decent.”
Luckily he’d have someone else operating the chute. Right now he could barely remember to breathe.
“Okay, let’s get ready,” Tom said.
Shit. No. What the hell was he thinking, agreeing to this? Moment of insanity brought on by an irresistible woman, but his common sense had returned in the nick of time. “You know what...?” Eddie stopped as Montana stood and removed the oversize hoodie she’d been wearing.
Wait. What was she doing?
Under her harness, she was wearing a bikini top. One that tied at the top and the back.
Eddie’s mouth went completely dry. “What are you doing?” he asked as she lowered the sweatpants she wore down over her hips. Beautiful, shapely, curvy hips. He glared at the other guys who were openly staring.
“It’s free if we jump naked,” she said. “Clothes off.” She folded her arms across her seminaked body and raised an eyebrow in challenge.
Suddenly the free fall wasn’t the most terrifying aspect of the day. He was already feeling himself grow hard... How the hell was he supposed to tandem-jump from an airplane with Montana’s sexy naked body soaring through the air without embarrassing himself? In his anxious state, he hadn’t even stopped to question it when Alex had instructed him to put the gear on under his clothing. He shook his head. “Nope. I’m not strapping myself to some naked dude,” he said.
Montana moved closer. “You won’t be strapped to one of the guys. You’ll be strapped to me.”
Holy shit.
“So, clothes off,” she said with a sexy grin as she reached for the base of his T-shirt. Her fingers tickled his abs as she lifted it slowly, allowing him time to protest.
He didn’t. He couldn’t. Not when she was standing there almost completely naked. Instead, he lifted his arms and allowed her to remove the shirt. He undid his jeans and lifted his body with his arms as she removed his pants. Her eyes widened slowly as she saw his semi pressing against the underwear. “It still works,” he said, feeling all embarrassment disappear as her face flushed. “Sure you want to do this?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” she said, removing his underwear as well and trying and failing to divert her eyes from his penis. “Don’t worry, that won’t last long.”
The complete and utter insanity of the situation had him almost forgetting about the part where he was about to free-fall out of a plane.
“Okay, we’re reaching the jump zone,” Tom said.
Montana reached behind and untied the bikini top, letting it fall away, then removed her panties slowly, suggestively.
Eddie was both completely turned on and scared to death at the same time.
The two guys harnessed them together for the tandem jump and he could feel Montana’s breasts pressed against his back. Her naked skin touching every inch of his. The fall over the forest and waterfall below was the last thing on his mind in that moment. She was so beautiful, exciting, adventurous... His chest tightened. She was not-so-slowly bringing him back to life.
By trying to kill him, he thought, daring a glance over the side of the plane. His grip on his harness tightened.
“On three?” she asked.
“On three,” he said, shutting his eyes tight.
“Open your eyes. You don’t want to miss this,” she said.
He slowly opened them.
“Whenever you’re ready,” Alex told Montana.
She gave him the thumbs-up. “One,” she said in his ear.
“Two,” Eddie said.
“Three,” they said together as they fell forward out of the plane, sending their bodies into freefall. Montana screamed in joy, but all sound died on Eddie’s lips as they fell fast and free, the wind zooming past them.
“Isn’t this amazing?” she yelled.
It really was, but he couldn’t find the words. He was flying over the most beautiful scenery in Alaska, with a woman he was insanely attracted to. Naked. Even in his wildest dreams, he’d never thought this would be happening.
But now that the initial shock was over, he could appreciate the experience. Except for the way his entire body jiggled and his skin flapped in the wind. When she’d removed her clothing on the plane, he’d assumed this would be a sensuous experience. Nothing could be further from reality. He started to laugh as he glanced back and saw he wasn’t the only one with body parts doing some hilarious shit.
“Told you the hard-on wouldn’t last,” Montana said as she started to laugh as well.
Then their laughter was uncontrollable. His stomach ached, and tears were running down his cheeks as he experienced the wildest sixty seconds of his life. He hadn’t laughed in weeks, and the pure joy radiating through him was as unexpected as that day’s events.
He had Montana to thank.
“I’ll be pulling the chute in ten seconds,” she said, composing herself long enough to prepare him.
Eddie braced himself, but as the guy had said, once she pulled the chute, he felt as though he were once again floating upward. Another exhilarating feeling.
The chute slowed their trek toward the ground, and he was relieved to see the crash mat in sight. He relaxed and took in his surroundings, embracing the experience he may never have again and tried to steady his heartbeat, thundering over being so close and connected to Montana.
Several minutes later, they landed on the mat and Montana unhooked their harnesses. Her face was flushed and excitement shone in her eyes. It took all his strength not to grab her and kiss her.
“Holy shit,” he said. “That was quite a ride.”
“Cool, right?”
“Yeah...pretty fucking cool,” he said. She was pretty fucking cool, and he needed more of her in his life. More of these experiences and opportunities that she brought. And he’d take her anyway he could have her, even if it meant dealing with the heartache of unreciprocated love. He needed her in his life, even if it was just as a friend.
But her gaze was full of attraction and desire as her eyes flitted from his lips to his eyes and back again. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he asked.
“The answer to your question from before. This was as exhilarating as BASE jumping.”
* * *
“WELL, IT’S OFFICIAL. You are a member of SANS.” Montana placed the framed certificate announcing Eddie as the newest member of the Society for Advancement of Naked Skydiving on the shelf above his television. She couldn’t believe he’d actually gone through with the crazy scheme of hers. They’d both been on a high the entire drive back to Wild River.
Adrenaline-induced endorphins weren’t the only thing coursing through her body, though. The intimacy of the naked jump—despite its humor—had her body on fire for him. The closeness and connection of doing an extreme sport together had her craving him. All of him. But, up until a few hours ago, he’d been hell-bent on pushing her away. They’d made progress that day, but was he really ready for more? She wouldn’t go too far too fast and risk setting them back.
But as she went to join him on the sofa, Eddie reached for her.
Montana moved toward him and only hesitated a fraction of a second when he pulled her down on his lap. His hands wrapped around her legs, pulling her into him as his expression searched hers. His dark, gorgeous eyes full of desire had her swallowing hard.
After the exhilarating jump together, her pulse had yet to steady, and she knew this excitement had nothing to do with the free fall. She couldn’t remember the l
ast time her adrenaline had soared so high. She wanted Eddie. So damn much, it terrified her.
His hand cupped her face as he moved closer. “I’m going to kiss you,” he said.
She nodded quickly, unable to find her voice.
He slowly closed the gap between their faces, his gaze locked with hers. His eyes closed as his mouth connected with hers. She held her breath as she savored the taste of Eddie’s full, soft lips. So warm, inviting, yet demanding and taking the lead.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as she pressed her body closer. This had to be the best kiss of her life. She pressed her mouth to his and slid her tongue along his bottom lip. His mouth parted and she explored it with her tongue.
Eddie’s hand caressed her face, then moved down her neck, over her exposed collarbone to her shoulder. He squeezed tight as though trying to hold himself back from allowing the hand to travel further over her body.
He was policing himself, but there was no need. He could touch her anywhere and everywhere.
Montana reached for the hand and lowered it over her breast.
Eddie moaned against her mouth as his hand squeezed and massaged her breast beneath her T-shirt. His breathing quickened, and Montana’s body was on fire. His kiss, his touch, was driving her mad. She wanted him. Her body awakened, and she tingled everywhere. She clutched her thighs tighter together as she deepened the kiss even more.
If they kept this up, she’d come from first base alone.
Did Eddie want to go further?
She’d noticed his semi hard-on on the plane as she’d removed her clothing. Now she could feel it under her ass, but was he ready to do this?
Was she really ready?
She moved away slowly, licking the taste of him from her lips.
Eddie’s eyes opened, and the intensity in his expression almost scared her. Before he’d been fun, annoying, cute Eddie. Now he was sexy as all fuck, serious and tempting. “What’s wrong?” he asked as she stared at him, caught up in the unexpected emotions raging through her.
“Nothing. I just... I want you.” Blurting out the obvious was the only thing she could do.
“I want you, Montana.” He paused, glancing down at his lap. “I’m not sure how...”
Well, if that was all that was stopping him... “Leave that to me.” She gently climbed off his lap and bent to unbuckle his jeans. Her hands shook slightly as he watched. “Lift up,” she said.
He did, allowing her to remove the jeans and underwear, as she had on the plane. He was already hard, and she took the opportunity to gently stroke him. Eddie’s eyes closed, and his head fell back. Feeling herself grow wet just by the simple act of turning him on even more, she clenched her thighs together.
“Damn, Montana...”
She removed his shirt next and kissed his body. Starting at his shoulder, she moved her way inward, kissing his neck, down his chest, over to the other shoulder...then downward over his abs and lower.
She saw his hands tighten their grip on the fabric of the couch on either side of him and saw his cock straining. He was as close as she was.
Standing, she reached for the base of her T-shirt, slowly—torturously on purpose slowly—lifting it up and over her head. She let it fall to the floor with Eddie’s discarded clothing, liking the way it looked tangled up with his. A small thing that suggested so much intimacy.
“You are gorgeous, Montana. Like, breathtakingly gorgeous,” Eddie said.
She unbuttoned her jeans and wiggled her hips free of the denim, pulling them down slowly, then stepping out of them. She kicked them to the side, standing in front of Eddie in just her bra and underwear.
She desperately wanted to remove the rest of her clothes, climb onto his lap and seek relief from the intense desire radiating through her body, but she also wanted this first time with him to be special. They were moving so fast, but she didn’t want to put on the brakes. That day had been incredible, and this felt right.
She turned around and slowly backed toward him until her legs were inches from his. Then slowly she started rotating her hips, seductively, tempting. She dared a peek over her shoulder at him and laughed seeing his mouth agape.
He slammed his lips together quickly and composed himself, sitting straighter on the couch. “Sorry. This is unexpected.”
“Would you like me to stop?” Maybe he wasn’t a striptease kind of guy.
“Hell no,” he answered, reaching out gently to touch her hip, before letting her resume her teasing display.
She continued the figure-eight motion with her hips, standing on tiptoes to reach higher as her arms moved in the air. She’d only ever taken a stiletto-striptease class once in support of her friend’s pole-dancing studio opening in Denver years before, but she could bluff her way through this, and Eddie didn’t seem to mind that she wasn’t a professional.
She reached behind her back and unclasped the bra. She slowly removed the straps over her shoulders and slid the fabric down her arms, letting it fall to the floor at her feet.
She turned around, and Eddie took her in. All of her.
The look of appreciation and respect and admiration coming from him, despite the primal reaction happening to his body, made Eddie so deserving of this time and attention she was giving all for him, and it was empowering as fuck.
She ran her hands down her sides, over her hips, then back upward over her stomach, her rib cage and over her breasts, stopping to massage them, before continuing up and around her neck.
“Jesus,” she heard him mutter under his breath.
She turned around again and backed up until she was sitting on his lap. She rotated her hips against him, grinding slightly, creating enough friction that she could feel him spasm against her ass.
She swallowed hard, desperate to have him inside of her. She was wet and ready for him. Still, she resisted the urge.
She lay back against him, resting her head in the crook of his neck and ran her hands over her body again, dipping one hand into her underwear, touching herself. She moaned slightly, and Eddie’s lips were instantly at her neck, kissing, licking, tasting. “Can I touch you?” he whispered into her ear.
“Yes, please...” She could come quickly by her own hand, but she craved his fingers to explore her.
He cupped her breasts, massaging gently at first, then harder. His fingers pinched her nipples, and she swallowed hard, her breathing labored as she continued to rotate her hips against him. She was driving them both insane, and she was enjoying every excruciating minute of it.
Eddie’s hands caressed her stomach and hips, then one hand dipped into her underwear. Her legs parted, and his fingers dipped lower, entering her body.
“Oh, my God, Eddie. I’m so close already.”
“Can I have you, Montana?”
Something in his tone made her shiver. He wasn’t just asking for her body right now—he was asking for her. All of her. Normally that would have her retreating, but this time it didn’t scare her at all. She wanted him too. All of him. “Yes,” she whispered, happy that it sounded strong and confident.
“Condoms are in the bedroom. Bedside table,” he said. “Should we go in there?”
“No. I’ll be right back.” Slowly, she stood and when she came back with the condom, she handed it to him. “My hands are shaking too much.”
He opened it and slid it on, then reached for her hands. “We don’t have to do this,” he said.
“When have you ever known me to turn down an adventure?” she asked, climbing onto his lap and straddling him. Her thighs hugged his, and she pressed her body against him, feeling his hard cock press against her pelvis. “Damn, Eddie...”
He lifted her body with ease, setting her slowly back down on top of him. He moaned as she tightened her body, clenching around his erect cock. “This is going to last about as long as that free fall did,”
he said.
She was already coming. She moved painfully slow. Back and forth, up and down, just a few times and felt her orgasm ripple through her core. Intense, sharp, pleasurable waves radiated through her. She kissed Eddie hard and bit down on his lower lip as her orgasm peaked.
“I thought we’d get at least sixty seconds,” Eddie said with a teasing grin, and she immediately felt her heart open to him. She’d seen him at his lowest these last few weeks, but bringing back that grin and seeing more sides to him had been one of the best journeys she’d ever been on. She’d never known a high quite like Eddie.
“You’re fucking sexy,” she muttered, grinding faster and harder against him. The faster she could make him come, the sooner they could do this again.
Eddie seemed to read her mind. “This first time will be quick, but the next one will last all night.”
Montana’s body throbbed in anticipation, eager for Eddie to deliver on that promise.
* * *
AS EARLY-MORNING DUSK appeared outside his bedroom window, they hadn’t yet slept a wink and Eddie was wide awake as he snuggled next to Montana in his bed. He traced his finger from one freckle to another, creating different patterns on her shoulder.
“I love your freckles,” he said.
She scoffed. “No one likes freckles.”
“I do. In fact, it was the first thing I noticed about you.”
“Bullshit,” she said, swiping at him.
Eddie laughed. “Okay, so maybe it wasn’t the first thing.” He lowered his lips to her shoulder and kissed it. “This one here is my favorite,” he said, pointing to a tiny brown dot near her collarbone.
“You have a favorite?”
He sounded like a moron. He didn’t care. He did have a favorite freckle, and Montana seemed over-the-moon happy about it, and making her happy was the only mission he was on currently. He never claimed to have game or be the most confident guy in the room, but he was sincere...and now he was lying in bed with the most intoxicatingly beautiful woman in the world.
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