Wildest Dreams (The Wilds of Montana #3) Read Online Kristen Proby

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Wilds of Montana Series by Kristen Proby
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
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“I was just thinking that I don’t want to know how many women you’ve taken on a trip and fucked in that bed. See? Not terribly attractive.”

Without answering me, Ryan presses the call button for the flight attendant, and within seconds, he’s standing beside Ryan’s chair.

“We’re finished here,” Ryan says. “And I’d like to be left in private until an hour before we land, then we’ll have breakfast and coffee.”

“Of course, Mr. Wild.” The attendant nods and takes our plates away. “Give me five minutes to clean this up, and I’ll be out of your way.”

We sit in silence, watching each other as he bustles back and forth, cleaning our meal. He sets out four bottles of water and assures Ryan that all he has to do is buzz for him in case we need anything, and then he goes to a private little room and closes the door.

“He has his own room?” I ask in surprise.

“I value privacy,” Ryan returns and stands, reaches for my hand and pulls me up next to him, then leads me back to the bedroom. “We left in the afternoon so we can sleep through the night and arrive in Paris in the morning, local time, and start our day. It’s the best way to avoid horrible jet lag.”

“Okay.” I don’t like that he’s suddenly a little cold toward me, as if my earlier statement irritated him. I also don’t like that he didn’t address it at all. “Look, I’m sorry if I upset you, but you told me not to lie, and⁠—”

Suddenly, Ryan lifts me off my feet and onto my back on the bed, and he’s covering me with his long, lean body and kissing the hell out of me.

“No one,” he says against my lips. “I’ve had no one on this plane. I use it for business, and if I wanted to fuck someone, I did that somewhere else. Not here. Only you, Polly.”

I swallow hard and plunge my fingers into the thick, dark hair at the back of his head.

“Why did I make you mad?”

“Not mad.” He rubs his nose against mine. “It frustrates me that you’d think of me with someone else when all I can think about is you.”

He kisses me again before I can reply. His hands roam over me, and I’m instantly swept up in him. His lips journey down my body, leaving wet kisses as he uncovers my skin while shedding my clothes. I want his skin under my touch, so I tug at his shirt, pulling it over his head. We’re a tangle of arms and hands as we undress each other, and then we’re naked and pressed together as he kisses me some more.

Ryan’s mouth might be my favorite thing in the world.

“Can’t get enough of you,” he groans against my breastbone. “I can’t fucking stop thinking about you, and when I have you with me, under me, against me, it’s almost not enough.”

“I know.” I fist my fingers in his hair and urge him up so I can kiss his sexy lips. “I know, Ryan.”

“And my name on your sexy mouth is almost my undoing.”

He takes my lips again as his hand journeys down my side, over my hip, and between my legs, where he playfully tickles my lips.

“You’re fucking soaked.”

“Do you expect to be able to say things like you just did, kiss me the way you do, and it not have an effect on me?” I smile at him and then sigh when one of his fingers sinks inside of me. “It always feels so damn good.”

With one hand circling my throat—not pushing, just resting—Ryan presses himself inside of me, and we both moan with the pleasure of it.

“There’s no one but you,” he says as he starts to move. I raise my legs higher on his hips and drag my nails down his back as he picks up the pace. When my neck arches, his teeth latch on to the skin under my ear, and then he growls, “You’re fucking everything.”

I’ve never felt so cherished as I do when I’m with this man. His words send me over the edge into oblivion. I don’t hold back the loud cry, and I clench around him as the orgasm moves through me.

With two final thrusts, Ryan loses control, emptying himself into me.

After we take a minute to catch our breath, Ryan kisses my shoulder, then my lips, and then climbs from the bed and walks into a bathroom bigger than the one in my house. I hear the water running, and then he returns with a hot washcloth and proceeds to clean me up.

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” He says it as simply as if he’s talking about the weather.

And I snort laugh because literally no one has ever said that to me in my life.



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