Montana Sky

Chapter 10: Still Falling For You

A/N: These chapters keep getting longer and longer... always happens to me. Sorry... Please note the rating change to mature and I hope this is worth the wait;)

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Fire and ice, this love is like fire and ice
This love is like rain and blue skies, this love is like sun on the rise
This love got me rolling the dice, don't let me lose
Still falling for you, still falling for you
And just like that, all I breathe, all I feel
You are all for me, I'm in
And just like that, all I breathe, all I feel
You are all for me
No one can lift me, catch me the way that you do
I'm still falling for you
– Ellie Goulding: Still Falling For You –

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She stared into his eyes, placed her hand against his stubbled cheek, her thumb tracing his lips; Bradley smiled, grasped her fingers, leaned in for another incredible, deep kiss and Stefani whimpered, trembling. She made a move to carefully pull her arm out of the sling, starting to feel quite restricted by it but he stopped her, shook his head, his mouth pressed tenderly onto her forehead.

"Don't, angel; I don't want you to be hurt even worse."

She sighed into his neck, tugged at his shirt and managed to undo a couple of buttons one-handedly, just wanting to touch him; he opened the rest and she swallowed, caressing the soft hair on his chest and the firm, beautifully formed muscles, still as blown away by how incredible he looked as she had been on the first time she'd seen him. They kissed again, long and heated, exploring and tasting, battling, moaning deeply and she wasn't sure whether it was her or him or perhaps the both of them simultaneously; then she felt herself being lowered, onto a soft pile of hay he had covered with a blanket a moment ago. Stefani smiled against his mouth, pushing the shirt off his shoulders; he completed the task of removing it and she spread out her fingers to be able to touch as much of him as possible, then replaced her hand with her lips, enjoying the sound of his low groan as she pressed kisses all over his chest, intoxicated and wanting to cover every inch.

"Damn, if I'd known hay barns to be this romantic, I definitely would have visited one much earlier."

Bradley laughed, tugged her shirt upwards, opening a few buttons of it and laying his hand against her belly; she took a shaky breath, waves of heat running through her body. Earlier, he had driven them from the riverside to this barn instead of the ranch and she was very happy about that decision; the building was shadowy, had one open side through which the sun was warming it comfortably and she enjoyed this complete seclusion, no one around for miles.

"As long as you don't get hay fever," he muttered, shifted lower and started kissing her abdomen, along the waistline of her jeans; Stefani whimpered at the sensations brought on by his lips, shivering. He gently kissed the hand that was captured by the sling, his fingers brushing against the swell of her still covered breast and she moaned; he looked up to her with a soft smile, caressing the hard bud of her nipple through the fabric, making her eyes close in pleasure.

"I suppose I will have to wait a while longer to meet the rest of your tattoos."

She laughed, opening her eyes again and rubbing his neck tenderly; he had already seen some of her collection, those in her arms and the unicorn on her thigh, and she was quite eager to tell him the story and origin of each one. "I look forward to introducing them to you. And getting one to symbolize you."

"That would be such an honour." He smiled, blue gaze a little misty; he moved back down and covered her belly in another round of kisses, tugging her jeans open. "I can't wait to undress you fully once you're healed, gorgeous."

"God," she moaned, his words making an unbelievable heat flash through her; the jeans were pulled down her legs and Bradley traced the black lace rim of her underwear, fingertips slipping beneath it teasingly, then advancing further and finally removing the piece of clothing. From the very lustful expression on his face, she could tell the fabric was probably soaked through, not that there was much doubt of it anyway; she could sense the wetness between her legs, the hard rhythmical throbbing throughout her lower body increasing it more and more with every passing second, promising something incredible to come.