And I eagerly take what he gives me.
Colt drives into me while the heat rages into a full inferno, and my body trembles with pleasure. I feel lightheaded as he works me up faster than ever before. My hands move to the back of his neck, fisting in his hair. When he shifts his hands to my ass and lifts me off the ground, I stutter a moan. The jolt sends an intense pulse between my legs.
He pushes me flush against the wall, and I wrap my legs around his waist, with my arms around his neck, drawing him closer. We’re the closest to each other you can get, but I need more.
“More,” I beg, my mouth colliding with his before he moans my name repeatedly.
He grinds his hips against mine in response, giving me that bit extra I need. My mouth goes dry, and my body reacts in a way it never has before. Then he thrusts hard and fast, and my whole body feels as light as a feather.
My skin breaks out in goose bumps—pins and needles everywhere. My nerve endings are firing, causing every place Colt touches to tingle with desire. Each time he pulls out, only to slide back in, it feels like the first time, and it’s so astonishingly pleasurable I start to cry.
Colt’s tongue collides with mine, sending me over the edge into a sensational climax that lasts longer than any other. My body convulses, and while I try my hardest not to scream out in pleasure, it doesn’t work. Thankfully, he muffles my moans with his mouth while his warm explosion inside me sends tingles up and down my spine.
Colt thrusts in me again, emptying himself fully with a long, drawn-out moan. He holds me, our mouths still connected while we calm our breathing.
That was intense.
Incredibly intense.
I open my tear-soaked eyes to see that he, too, has tears. He rests his forehead against mine, and we stare at each other, reigniting that undeniable spark between us.
He carefully sets my feet back down to earth and leans against me. When he pulls out of me with a low groan, we both mourn the loss, followed by a sharp hiss between our teeth. Neither of us is willing to let this moment end too quickly, with our movements slow and languid. He carefully pulls my dress down and then puts his cock away.
Entirely spent and satiated, I still can’t stop the shuddering breathing while watching him.
He takes my breath away.
The temptation is too much for me to fight, too strong to ignore.
He takes a step back, his eyes never leaving mine.
But this time, I’m not running. I’m not pushing Colt away.
I step toward him, my pulse pounding in my ears. “Don’t youeverdo that to me again, you arsehole,” I grit out, grabbing his shirt and yanking him toward me. Then, I crash my lips against his, kissing him with everything I have.
Colt chuckles under his breath, low and amused, the sound vibrating between us.
And in this moment, despite everything…
I think we might just be okay.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Colt and I take a cab back to the hotel, and he can’t keep his hands off me the entire ride. His fingers skim my thigh, his touch sending electricity racing through my veins. By the time we step into the elevator, the tension is thick, pulsing between us like a live wire. I am sure that if there hadn’t been people in the elevator, he would have pinned me to the wall.
Holding me tight against his side, he leads me down the hallway, his grip firm, possessive. He presses the key card against the reader, pushes the door open, then turns—his gaze dark, hungry. Before I can take another breath, he yanks me against him, crashing his lips onto mine in a kiss so deep, so demanding, so consuming that it steals the ground from beneath me. If I were wearing panties, they would have already surrendered, slipped off, and hit the floor all on their own.
He backs me through the door and kicks it shut behind him.
The lights are off, the air thick with anticipation as he tugs his shirt over his head. A low, husky laugh escapes him—dark, knowing—as he leans down, lifting me effortlessly. Our lips stay fused, breathless and hungry, as he carries me to the bed.
For a fleeting second, my mind flickers back to earlier—to Jared’s hands on me, to the way Colt watched, seething—where we played a twisted game of jealousy and recklessness. Shame knots in my stomach, but then Colt’s grip tightens, his lips trailing down my neck, and all those thoughts scatter like ashes in the wind, before…
Crunch.
Our lips part.
We look down at the carpet.
