“I wanted to do it,” I said, grasping his shirt collar in my hand. “For you.”
Colt’s brows pinched and he launched another series of kisses. His hand coasted up my inner thigh. “Your turn.” His jaw dropped as he met my soaked underwear. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
I smirked. “That’s what you do to me.”
This wasn’t the book. This was us. He hooked my pantiesto the side and ran his fingers up and down my drenched lips. I whimpered under his touch. “Please.”
He slipped his middle and ring fingers inside and kissed me. “I got you, baby.”
The heel of his palm bumped against my swollen clit, and his fingers held the perfect angle inside me. I gasped, gripping his forearm with both hands.
“That’s it, baby. I got it. Relax for me. Close your eyes.”
Relaxing wasn’t in the cards, but pleasure was. I fisted the bath mat under me, his shirt in my hand. I begged, and he kissed my pleas away. He nipped my breast. He licked my neck. He held on while I told him not to stop.
“I won’t, baby.”
“Will you go down on me?” I panted.
Colt got the widest grin. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”
His head dipped and his fingers continued their work. But his tongue. Oh, his tongue. My stomach fluttered, and there was that feeling I’d forgotten was possible during sex. Colton, the man between my spread legs, was the only one to ever give me that feeling, a connection so intense that it transcended sex and love and every possible dopamine hit. Seeing him immersed like that, savoring the task, giving and giving, he was fucking beautiful.
“You’re so . . . so pretty, Colt,” I managed.
He lifted his face for a moment to look into my eyes, a gentle smile gracing his lips, his bright eyes, my arousal on his face. He could have delivered any number of the praises from Jordan in the book. He could have told me what a good girl I was, how I’m prettier than him, hell, that he wanted to keep his hand there and wear me as a fucking ring or some other outrageous romance-novel-only speak.
The response he chose was infinitely hotter, a raspy sound I’d replay for the rest of mydays. “Yeah?”
That was enough. I pinched my legs around his arm and sat up more to put our faces mere inches apart. His thumb reached to work in time with the rest of his hand, and I was there.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck.” My voice was so wheezy I hardly recognized it. I was coming on his hand, practically convulsing on the bathroom floor with my sole focus on his sex-drunk eyes.
At other times in my life, I would have been ashamed of enjoying sex so much. Of letting myself feel pleasure like that with a partner.
But all I felt was joy. Freedom. Liberation.
And a dangerously tight bond with the man in front of me.
I smashed my face to his, clutching the back of his head and moaning into our kiss.
Colt had the sweetest satisfied smile when we parted. “Don’t know if I’ve ever felt you go that hard.”
“I think Ireallylike sucking your dick.”
Colt chuckled. “I could tell. I’ll keep that in mind.” He brushed a light kiss to my lips. “Let’s get you fixed up so we can get out of here.”
Colt was gentle helping me get put back together, dropping soft kisses on any bare skin before he covered it up. He dipped to drag his tongue over my pussy lips, moaning at the taste. “You taste so fucking good,” he whispered before kissing me. “How do you feel?”
I bit my lip. “Like that was hot as hell.”
He kissed my forehead. “It was.”
Three loud bangs hit the bathroom door, making us both startle. “Open up! I gotta piss!”
With a shared laughing grimace, Colton pulled me from the floor, tugged my skirt down, and ushered us past the source of the banging. Hand in hand, we thundered down the steps and out into the night.
We ran, though we probably didn’t need to, giggling all theway back to his car. We jumped in and slammed our doors, panting and looking at each other to figure out how we felt about it.
