“So close,” Colt mumbles into my hair.
“So fuck—” I stammer. “C-close.”
He’s speeding up, matching the pace of my pulse, chasing my high. I clench around his fingers, my own hands searching for purchase in his truck. I settle on digging my nails into his denim-clad thigh, and latch my mouth onto his bicep to keep from screaming.
“I’m…I’m—shit. Let me feel you come on my hand.I need it.”
My legs tremble with the force of a climax, heat scalding me from the inside and rocketing down my shaky thighs. Everything falls apart, and Colt’s touch slows as I spiral all the way down.
Before I’ve caught my breath or regained clear vision or lost the jitteriness in my muscles, I look up to him with a breathless voice and plead, “Again.”
The corner of his lip quirks up, and the drag of his fingers pulls me right back up the summit. Tangling tongues and sharp teeth across bottom lips drive me to the edge. Insistent circles over my tender clit send me hurtling into space.
Colt holds me in his arms, making me unravel again and again, until I’m spent and near tears. Until I’m lifeless, my lips raw from his facial hair and my pussy sore but sated.
“Okay, okay. I can’t handle any more,” I murmur, tumbling in and out of a dreamlike state.
Maybe this is what it feels like to be high on life. Satiated and love drunk and filled with post-orgasm endorphins. If I’m not careful, I might tell this man I love him.
I don’t.
But I could.I could love him so easily.
He makes me laugh, even when I’m close to crying. When I cry, he holds me like we’re making love. And when he’s touching me, I feel the closest to heaven I’ve ever been.
The realization forms a tight knot in my stomach, and I rake my fingernails up and down his tanned forearm, swirling through the fine, light-brown hair. Doing my best not to let the thrill of hope become quickly overshadowed by fear.
With an astonished whisper, Colt asks, “Are you okay?”
“That was—you are incredible.”
“No, honey.Youare incredible. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His palm smooths over my hair. “If I could come that many times in a row, I’d never leave the house.”
I sleepily chuckle, nuzzling into his embrace. “I don’t usually comethatmany times. I don’t know what came over me, but I couldn’t get enough.”
Even when my clit became so sensitive every touch was tinged with pain, and even when my abs burned from the constant flexion, I wanted more, more, more. Even now, I’m not convinced I won’t be craving his touch after a few minutes to catch my breath and hydrate.
I shakily reach for my drink, but Colt beats me to it, bringing the bendy straw to my lips and letting me drink until I throw my head back into his chest with a relieved sigh.
“Do you mind repeating that so I can record it and listen to you say those words on repeat?”
“I don’t usually come that many—”
“Wait!” He frantically searches his pockets and squints to look on the dashboard. “I don’t know where I put my phone. Well,damn…Okay, say it again and I’ll do my best to record it in my head.”
“You’re insane,” I say through a tired laugh. “Okay, ready? I don’t usually come so many times, but something came overme—probably the sexy cowboy with magic hands—and I couldn’t get enough.”
“I like the spin you put on it that time.” He kisses my forehead, then glances up at where the final credits have started rolling. “I’m glad you agreed to a date.”
“I don’t think any ofthatwas doing a first date the proper way,” I tease. “But it’s perfect. I don’t want this to end.”
“Lucky for you, it doesn’t have to.”
With a little boost from his massive hands, I sit back up and straighten my dress. The cab’s dark, and it’s not like I have a pocket to shove them in anyway, so I don’t bother trying to find the underwear I flung to the floor. In a slow-moving line of cars, similar to the way we arrived, the truck rumbles and jostles down the bumpy road.
I should go home. Every hour past ten, I have to pay my babysitter double. Which honestly sounds insane, given she’s not doing anything but playing on her phone while Jonas sleeps. But it’s a small price to pay for whatever secretive plan has Colt smiling to himself the way he is.
“What are we doing?” I lean into his side when the truck unexpectedly turns right instead of left. Heading farther from Wells Canyon along a tree-lined back road.
