“Well, it’s a good thing I’m falling for you, too, then.” Her fingers slide up my chest, slow and sure, stopping to brush a scar from the time my rope whipped back and caught my shoulder. “And it’s not because I had a crush on you in high school, or because I’m trying to make sure Liz doesn’t win. It’s because you love with your whole heart. You’re not afraid to hold friends accountable. You have a way with people and animals that makes my toes curl, and the way you called everybody out tonight?” She reaches up and kisses my Adam’s apple, her hands rubbing over my pectoral muscles. “It’s sexy as hell.”
With a growl, I back her onto the bed, taking her down with me as we fall into the best damn kiss of my life. Her lips move against mine with an urgent desperation that matches the hunger clawing at my ribs. Our mouths part, her tongue seeking me, our bodies molding together like we’re made to fit. Her hands grip my torso, both of us holding tight.
We kiss for a long time—slow, deep, consuming. My hand slides down, slipping beneath her jeans to grab a handful of her perfect ass.
“A thong, cupcake? You’re killing me.”
“Want to see it?” she murmurs against my mouth, her pelvis pressing into my hard length. She’s wet and needy, and the way she moves damn near undoes me.
I strip her bra and jeans off, leaving her in nothing but panties. I chuckle at the candy canes scattered across the black fabric.
“Flip over, gorgeous. I need to see that sweet ass.”
A wave of goosebumps erupts along her skin as she turn on all fours. My hands squeeze the soft skin, her body arching into me as my thumbs trace the lace edging along her hips.
“That pretty red bow is just for me, isn’t it?”
“These may be new,” she says, breathless.
“Did you think of me when you bought them?” I bend down and kiss the red bow at the base of the triangle.
“Mhmm.”
Fuck. I trail kisses up her spine then pull her up so we’re both on our knees, her back to my chest, my mouth grazing her ear. My hands slide up.
“I love your tits, Hallie. They’re so fucking perfect.”
I cup them, squeezing gently, and her shudder rocks through both of us.
“I need you inside me right now, Colt.”
My thumbs stroke beneath her breasts, slow and teasing.
“Oh no, you don’t. We’re not rushing this, sweetheart. I’m gonna take my time with you.”
I press my erection against her, and the soft sound she makes nearly breaks my control.
The room smells of cedar, clean sheets, and her, wrapping around me like warmth and wanting. She turns, takes my face inher hands, and kisses me with a kind of love that hits deep in my chest. It’s fast. It’s real.
She searches my eyes. “Colt, are you in this for real?”
I brush a thumb over her cheekbone. “I don’t do things halfway. You’re it for me. I want the whole damn thing with you.”
In one quick move that I perfected in the arena, I catch her behind the knees and fling her onto her back.
“What are you doing?” she gasps, laughing.
“I’m gonna get acquainted with your pussy and those strawberry curls of yours.”
“What makes you think—”
She doesn’t finish. I already have her thong off and my face between her thighs. I was right. I kiss her softly, then flatten my tongue over her clit. Her body jolts.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” I murmur, settling into a steady rhythm she quickly falls apart under.
Her hands reach back for the pillow, gripping it tight as I work her until she’s trembling, right on the edge.
Just as she’s about to break, I grab a condom, tear it open, and roll it on.
