“Pull my hair,” I urge, and he chuckles.
“Demanding little thing, aren’t we?” he replies, twirling my hair in his fist. Colt moves in closer and places his other hand on my hip. He positions himself behind me and tugs on my hair, pulling my head back and thrusting into me at the same time.
“Ahh…” I moan, loving when he takes what he wants.
“Fuck, Dee! How can you be so tight again so quickly?” He thrusts harder, sending me up the desk slightly.
God, I love it when he’s rough.
“Because you turn me on, Colt,” I reply, and he pulls my hair, thrusting into me again.
“That’s right, baby. Only I can turn you on because you aremine,” he says, driving into me again.
“Fuck, yes! Only yours, Colt!” I groan, and then he starts pounding into me.
“You. Know. What. Swearing. Does. To. Me,” he stutters out with each thrust as he pounds into me hard and fast. His hand on my hip digs in as he pulls me off and on him, sending a sting of pleasure through me.
“Fuck me,” I demand.
He groans loudly, pulling my hairhard. My core reacts to him again, and I tingle as a fine coat of sweat builds over us.
He’s pounding so hard the desk is banging against the wall, but I don’t care.
I love everything he’s giving me.
“Fuck me, Colt!” I moan, wanting everything he has to give. “More,” I beg, and he starts to breathe rapidly, hissing through his teeth. I shake, and my body tenses around his cock. “Colt, I’m close,” I say breathlessly. His force is relentless, and I begin to convulse as the pleasure hits me.
“Deeeee…” He moans, releasing inside me again just as I tip over the edge and climax.
I fall limp onto the desk, and he pulls me against him, sliding us to the floor in pure ecstasy.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Colt’s holding me tightly as we lie in bed.
He’s on his back, and I’m on my side, cuddled into him. It’s been so long since we snuggled in bed, and I am cherishing every second of it. I trace circles on his chest while he strokes my hair softly. Colt leans in and gently kisses my forehead, and I look up at him and smile.
This beautiful man looks amazing, and I couldn’t be happier right now.
He exhales, and I see that he goes to say something but stops himself.
“Are you okay?” I ask, leaning on his chest and looking up at him.
“Yeah, baby, I’m great. It’s just…” he trails off and looks up at the ceiling.
Now I’m getting concerned.
I sit up in the bed abruptly, and he looks back at me.
“Colt, talk to me.” I sit cross-legged on the bed next to him. He shuffles up, rests his back on the bed’s headboard, and looks at me with a frown.
Internally, I can’t help but panic.
“I’m an idiot! I should never have let you go in the first place.”
“It’s fine. It’s done! We found our way back to each other. Believe me, that’s all that matters to me.”
Colt takes hold of my hand and looks me in the eyes. “Dee, it’s not okay. I acted like a complete asshole, and I pushed you away. I know it’s no excuse, but when you left to see your father, I was so heartbroken that you blamed me for his being sick that I lost it. Every fiber of my being craved you, and you weren’t there. Honestly, I thought you weren’t coming back. Hux was partyingwith Jessi…” I cringe at the mention of her name, “… and I was missing you so bad—”
