He kisses and nips me so softly that it sends a shiver all the way down my now hyper-sensitive skin. His body is touching mine in every way possible. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his ass as he grinds his morning erection into the top of my now-wet pussy. The ache for him surges through me, and my lower stomach tightens with want while he trails light kisses down my neck. I arch my back, pressing my chest into him. His lips find mine, and he kisses me passionately.
Colt moves himself into position, and with slow, fluid movement, he slides inside me. Even though he’s been inside me many times now, every time feels like the first, and I still can’t help but moan out at the full feeling.
“Dee,” he murmurs, moving inside me slowly. His tongue skims up my neck. The warmth and his breath floating over my skin send a cold shiver up my spine while he continues on a path to my mouth.
His pace is slow as he steadily pushes in, then draws back even slower. He’s working me up, which, in turn, causes a want so crazy to arise quickly. My nails dig into his back as he slowly eases back into me. He’s drawing this out, and I love it.
Taking my hand from his back, I lower it to the pillow beside my head, and as if to read my mind, he takes hold of my wrist tightly.
He moans slightly, keeping his slow, torturous pace, and my pussy clenches around him. Colt rolls his hips, pushing into me deeper, and I can’t stifle the moan that escapes. He rolls again, hitting just the right spot, and I quiver as insatiable heat engulfs my entire body.
I know he’s close when his hand tightens around my wrist, then squeezes my hip painfully as he rocks his hips again, drawing out shuttering moans from both of us. His lips crash to mine, and he rolls his hips, pushing into me while pulling my hips closer, forcing me to take every inch of him. It ignites a fiery passion that has me clawing into his back, my fingernails cutting into his skin.
Colt’s breath hitches on a groan, and when he rotates his hips slightly as he grinds into me, he hits my front wall, sendingme over the edge into a mind-blowing climax. He moans out my name, then kisses me fiercely, unloading himself inside me, my pussy tightening and pulsating around his rock-hard cock, milking everything he has.
As we both come down, he continues firmly rocking into me, emptying himself, forcefully grinding into me, thrusting sharply with each jolt. He rests his head in the crook of my neck while I unwrap my legs from around him and lay them flat on the bed, our breathing heavy and ragged.
Lying under him, I’m fully sated and satisfied and utterly exhausted.
That was the slowest quickie I’ve ever had and undoubtedly the best.
His grip on my wrist loosens, his touch shifting as his hand slides upward, fingers threading through mine. Slowly, he lifts his head, resting his forehead against mine.
Those bright, luminous blue eyes lock onto me—seeing straight through me, into me.
The connection between us is intoxicating, unshakable, something more profound than anything I’ve ever known. It overwhelms me, emotions crashing over me like a tidal wave.
Colt’s gaze searches mine, as if he can feel the storm building inside me, as if he already knows.
My eyes burn with unshed tears, and when I finally close them, he leans in, pressing the softest kiss to each lid. A tear slips free. Then another.
“I know, Dee. I feel it too,” he whispers, his lips brushing mine in a soft, trembling kiss.
When I open my eyes, his deep blues are locked onto me, filled with something so raw, so honest, it steals my breath. Then, just like that, his signature smirk appears.
“I’m fucking ecstatic that bellend broke up with you,” he says, his voice laced with mischief.
A laugh bubbles up, breaking through the overwhelming emotion. “Me too,” I murmur before sealing my lips to his in a kiss that says everything words never could.
***
Unfortunately, I am once again walking on the tarmac toward the stupid jet, with my nerves kicking in and working overtime.
Colt takes my hand and leads me up the stairs. With each step, my hands become more clammy, and I want to be sick.
Once inside, Tamara’s there waiting with a friendly smile. “Welcome back, Miss Norman, Mr. Slade,” she addresses.
“Tam,” Colt says.
I fake a half-smile, unsure if I like her.
He takes my hand, guiding me to the same seats we flew in the first time. The memory hits me in an instant—me, curled up in that chair alone, tears slipping silently down my face. The image is so vivid it stings, and before I can stop it, my lip begins to tremble.
“You’re gonna be okay,” Colt whispers, holding me at arm’s length and looking me in the eyes. “I remember what happened last time, but baby, I swear, it won’t happen again. I won’t leave you. I promise,” he reassures me and kisses my forehead.
I swallow hard as we sit, and he takes my hand and closes the window blind with the other.
“Hey, Tam?” he calls out, startling me.
