Danny Messer was truly the most exasperating man she had ever met, and that was saying something considering she hailed from a family of annoying and overprotective males.
With a huff she remembered an incident during her teen years, after her mom had been killed, involving her father, a shotgun, and the captain of the football team running nearly naked through a cow pasture. His name was Mark Duncan and he had been her first and last high school boyfriend.
Poor boy, he had run so fast that he had pulled a hamstring and had to sit out of the final game of the season. Needless to say, her father's little stunt had ensured her virginity until she went to college, because none of the boys at Bozeman High School had been willing to pursue her after that.
Her eldest sister, of course, had found the whole thing hilarious, especially since she was with Lindsay's little brother when he had to return the clothes that Mark had left behind.
She had been furious with her father at the time and she couldn't imagine a man that could drive her even more insane that he had. She had been wrong. Danny Messer was going to put her in an asylum long before her father had the chance to.
Lindsay wanted to throw something at him, preferable something hard and breakable.
She was currently in the living room on the couch, pretending to read the latest Carl Haissen novel and had spent most of the day in disbelief as a grown man did everything in his power not to be in the same room as she for longer than a few seconds.
Sometimes she just couldn't figure Danny out. Not to mention that he goes and kisses her like that, getting her all hot and bothered, and now he was treating her like she had leprosy.
Lindsay wasn't stupid. She knew exactly why he was avoiding her. He was afraid he couldn't control himself.
She was hoping that they might talk about what happened between them at the dock, but apparently acting like a mature adult in this situation was beyond him. He had decided to pretend it hadn't happened at all and frankly that just pissed her off.
Lindsay sighed. She still wasn't sure if pursuing this attraction they seemed to hold for each other was a good idea, but at least she was willing to admit that it existed. She was a direct sort of person and she tried to never actively lie to herself.
She had kissed him and it had been, well damn hot came to mind, and deep down she had known that if they came here, alone, together, that they were not going to be able to keep up their particular brand of denial.
Back home, what with their jobs, their friends, their separate but equal lives, they had been able to pretend. They had been able to ignore those instances when they would get too close, inadvertently touch, laugh together, or even go on what most would consider impromptu dates.
They had been able to chalk it up to friendship or mutual respect for a colleague. They had been able to ignore the fact that they seemed to generate heat just by standing in the same room together. Out here though, and with everything that had been happening, it was a different story.
Maybe, if he hadn't kissed her then she might still be able to compartmentalize her feelings and tuck them back down into that secret place known only to her, but no, he had to go and put that talented mouth on hers.
Lindsay's eyes drifted shut; she could still feel his lips moving over hers, still feel the rush of heat low in her belly. She shifted her thighs and groaned. Sweet Jesus but that man could kiss. He should be labeled as a mind altering narcotic in all fifty states and like any good dealer what does he do? He gave her the first hit free and left her wanting more, the bastard.
The urge to throw something at him grew even stronger. He was currently out back grilling hamburgers for dinner, using the excuse that it was a nice night to be outside. She had called his bluff when she had offered to keep him company and he had sputtered that he probably wouldn't be out there very long.
Well, she had had just about enough of his back pedaling. She wasn't going to suffer alone and figured since he thought he could go and wind her up then he was going to suffer as well.
Lindsay placed her novel on the coffee table. She figured since her current mood was alternating between wanting to tear his clothes off or beat him to death with a bat, having an easily accessible projectile would not be a good idea.
She slipped into her sandals, got up, and joined him on the back porch. She knew that he had heard the door opening, but he wouldn't look up at her. No way was she having any of that. He was going to acknowledge what he had done to her and he was going to do it right now.
"Messer, we need to talk," she said and crossed her arms. He sighed heavily and finally looked up from the grill. He appeared…nervous.
"Montana? How do ya like your burger?" She glared at him and stalked over to him, invading his personal space.
He shifted uncomfortably and tried to put some distance between them, but she had him cornered.
"Danny, tell me why you're avoiding me."
It wasn't really a request, it was more of a demand and a dare all wrapped up into one. She wondered if he would admit to wanting her if she forced the issue, but he was stubborn.
"I ain't avoidin' you, Montana. I'm cookin' dinner. So, how do ya want your burger? I'm goin' with medium rare."
Lindsay took a step closer, so close that she was almost touching and looked up into his eyes. He was frowning and shuffling his feet.
"Let the damn hamburgers burn and stop dodging the question. Now, why are you avoiding me?"
He swallowed and his gaze burned into hers.
"You know why, Monroe. You and me, we'd be a mistake and I ain't gonna screw up your life by makin' things more complicated."
She lifted her hands and ran her fingers under his wife beater across his abs. He sucked in a ragged breath.
"Bullshit, Messer. You aren't afraid of making a mistake, you're just afraid of me." She stated matter of fact.
Hell yes he was afraid of her. He wasn't stupid either. He knew that if this went were it was inevitably headed he would be in danger of knowing what it felt like to be with Lindsay, instead of just fantasying about it. The closer she got though, the less important that danger seemed to become. He licked his lips.
Her hands moved from his stomach slowly up his ribcage and up his chest. Danny closed his eyes. When she flicked a nail over one of his distended nipple his eyes flashed open.
"Fuck it," he said, pulled her tight against him, and captured her mouth with his. She moaned and he shuddered when her tongue flicked out and ran along his.
His hands were busy as he moved them over her ribcage, down her stomach, so he could cup her ass. He lifted her and she responded by wrapping her legs around his waist, never losing contact with his mouth.
She broke their kiss and started kissing him down his neck stopping at the junction where his neck met his shoulder blade so she could suck lightly.
"Sweet Jesus," he exclaimed and his knees almost buckled. Lindsay smiled wickedly against his neck.
"Like that, Messer?" He grunted and moved them towards the back door bracing her back against the wood.
"You're gonna pay for that, Montana."
He kissed her long and deep and braced her with one arm, while he ran his free hand up her ribcage to cup her breast. He almost lost it when he realized that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Danny gently tugged on one distended nipple and she made a mewing sound into his mouth. She broke contact for a moment in order to say one word.
"Bed." He was only happy to comply. He gently ran his hand down the valley between her breasts and over her stomach, making her shudder.
Lindsay made a sound of protest when he stopped the caress so he could reach around behind her and open the door. The back door flew inward and he almost stumbled and sent them crashing to the floor, but he managed to keep his balance.
He almost fell again when one of her hands snaked between their bodies and brushed his erection. Danny hissed and sucked in a harsh breath.
"Careful, Montana or we ain't gonna make it to the bed." She kissed him along his jaw and then tugged on his earlobe with her teeth.
"Don't care, need you," she whispered. Danny almost came right then and there. Sweet Jesus but she was hot. During their stumbling progression they knocked two pictures off the wall and broke a vase, but they managed to make it to the bedroom.
Danny and Lindsay tumbled onto the bed together, mouths fused and hands everywhere. He broke their kiss for a moment and she lifted her arms so he could take off her tank top. She reached for the hem of his, but he had already beat her too it and pulled it off.
He pulled her against him again and she gasped when her sensitized peaks came in contact with his hard chest. He responded by lowering his head and taking one of her tight nipples in his mouth and running his tongue around the pink tipped areola.
Lindsay groaned and ran her hands over his shoulders and grasped the back of his head.
"Danny, I want," she gasped. "I want you inside me…now," she commanded. He smirked and ran his tongue over her stomach, down to her belly.
"I think I can help ya with that, Miz Monroe."
Danny grazed his hands up her bare thighs, to the button on her shorts. He worked quickly, undid them and slid them slowly down her legs. Finally, she was naked and he took a moment to look at her.
Lindsay was beautiful. Her skin was smooth and taught and the silky hair between her thighs was the same tawny color as her hair. His gaze moved higher over her taunt stomach and well proportioned breasts, to her slightly too wide mouth, to meet her liquid brown eyes. They had grown darker with her arousal and glowed hot like polished amber.
He didn't say anything but his gaze held hers as he sneaked a hand up her body and slipped two fingers inside of her. She gasped and bit her lower lip, but held his gaze while he worked his hand in and out.
"Danny," she whimpered and started to buck her hips. He stifled a groan.
He was so hard he was going to burst his jeans. Still working her he used his free hand to unsnap his jeans and roughly worked the zipper over the heavy bulge. He had to pull his other hand away from her to kick them off and she protested the loss with a delicious keening sound.
Finally free he pulled himself up her body so that he was positioned over her.
"Last chance Montana, there is no goin' back once we do this," he said gruffly. She met his gaze defiantly.
"Enough talk, Cowboy," she said and kissed him. He didn't need anymore encouragement and he plunged into her, hissing in pleasure.
She was wet and so very tight that he stilled for a moment to let her adjust. He could tell by her face that he had hurt her a little, but she didn't say anything. When he hadn't moved Lindsay bucked her hips and drew him deeper.
Danny responded by pulling out and plugging back into her, slowly at first but soon they were meeting each other with frenzied thrusts.
Lindsay had closed her eyes and was biting her lip so hard he was surprised she didn't draw blood. He loved the sounds that she was making. She was so responsive to his touch and his ego wasn't beyond a slight feeling of superiority that it was him making her moan.
He thrust faster and bent to lick and suckle her breasts. The combination of his wet mouth suckling her and him thrusting deep inside her was too much and she came, hard.
Danny felt her convulsing around him, milking him, and he couldn't hold on. His release hit him with her name on his lips like a battle cry, before he collapsed beside her.
They were both still breathing heavy when Danny propped his head up on his elbow so he could look at her.
"Still alive, Montana?" She a smiled in a very satisfied way and rolled towards him.
"I'll let you know," she said and kissed him. He groaned and rolled over on his back so that she was on top of him. He broke off breathing hard.
"Ya need ta give me a minute here. I ain't Superman." She grinned and snuggled into his chest.
They stayed that way for a few minutes until Lindsay got bored and decided to run her tongue around his flat, brown nipple. He groaned and she smirked when she felt him rising to the occasion against her thigh.
"Looks like you're up for round two, Cowboy."
Danny growled and rolled her under him.
"You are dangerous, Monroe, very, very dangerous," he grunted and kissed her long and deep. When he let her up for air she pushed him on his back so that she could straddle him. She was ginning at him in a mischievous manner.
"You want to know the thing I miss most about Montana?" Danny licked his lips and nodded.
"I miss riding," she said and impaled herself on him. He growled deep in his throat and steadied her hips with his hands.
Danny and Lindsay made love again and in the middle of the night she even managed to squeeze a third round out of him.
Danny couldn't believe how incredible it felt to be here, right now, with her. She was going to kill him, but what a way to go.
He hadn't had this much of a workout in a while, but as he sunk into her warm for the third time he couldn't help but think that no matter how many times he did this he was never going to be able to get enough. It was a scary thought.
Right now though, he wasn't going to think about it. Danny moaned as she twisted her hips in a delicious fashion. All that was important to him at this moment was the fact that she was beneath him, murmuring his name like a prayer, and he had never heard anything so sweet in all is life.