The sight of him naked and standing to attention in front of me is a damn good wake-up call, so I sit on the edge of the bed and grin. “Oh, nothing. I was thinking I was going to get you to change me into my PJs, but I think I’ll get you just to undress me instead,” I say, standing in front of him.
He grins and leans in, kissing me softly. “I was thinking about your offer this morning,” he whispers against my lips.
“Mm-hmm, and what did you come up with?” I ask as he trails kisses along my jaw to my neck, sucking seductively.
And now I am very awake.
“I thought maybe we could try. I’m not promising anything, and at the first sign of things hurting you, I’m going to stop,” Colt whispers against my lips.
Those few words are all I need to clench my thighs together, trying to dull the ache between my legs. “I can handle that.”
His lips crash into mine, firm and determined, as his hands slide around my waist and up my back. His tongue dips into my mouth while he lifts my shirt, pulling it up and over my head in one swift move. Then he’s back, kissing me hard as the shirt flies across the room.
I’m burning with need. His hands roam up my back, unclipping my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I grind into him, desperate for friction. One hand anchors me close, while the other cups my breast, his thumb circling my now-taut nipple.
A moan escapes me as his touch sets me ablaze. Every caress fuels a more profound need. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling his mouth tighter against mine as I press my chest into his hand. He trails one hand from my back to the front of my jeans, deftly popping the button and easing down the zipper.
His mouth leaves mine, working a path along my neck, across my chest, then down to my stomach. He pauses at the waistband of my jeans, sucking gently, then hooks his fingers in the fabric and peels them down with a teasing slowness. He glances up at me, his expression wicked, and my breath quickens. The damp patch in my panties is undeniable.
He tugs my jeans off, one ankle at a time, then tosses them aside. I catch sight of his erection—hard, thick, straining—and a desperate ache pulses inside me. It’s beentoo long. I press into him, mouth claiming his in a kiss laced with hunger. His hand fists in my hair, and when he gives a firm tug, a moan tears from my throat.
God, I love it when he’s rough.
He walks me backward until my spine meets the wall. His hips grind into mine, and I gasp at the contact, while his tongue tangles with mine, and the heat in my core spikes.
I won’t let him stop this time.
Ineedhim.
I slide my hand down his back to his waistband, pulling him closer, and then tilt my hips, desperate for more, but it’s not enough. I take his cock in my hand, stroking, teasing the swollen tip with my thumb. His breath hitches, eyes fluttering closed.
Before he can react, I drop to my knees and take him fully into my mouth.
“Fuck, baby, I wasn’t expecting that.” He groans, bracing himself against the wall.
Smiling, I hollow my cheeks and take as much of him as I can. He’s too big to fit entirely, so I wrap my hand around the base, stroking in time with my mouth. My spit coats his length as I suck and lick, massaging his balls with my other hand. His soft groans vibrate through him, his restraint slipping.
Then,finally, he grips my hair.
I moan around him at the dominance, and he starts to guide my rhythm.
This is the side of Colt I’ve been craving.
Rough, in control, lost in me.
“Fuck, Dee,” he mutters around a groan, hips thrusting gently.
Every time I stroke harder, he jolts, his fingers tightening. “Baby, I’m gonna come,” he warns, voice strained.
That’s all I need to hear.
I suck harder, faster, until he moans loud and deep.
Pulsing against my tongue, I swallow every drop, milking him until his grip slackens.
Colt leans over, steadying himself on the wall, and I rise slowly. He rests his forehead against mine, breath ragged. “Jesus, Dee… you made me come so fucking fast,” he murmurs.
I smile and slide my hand up his back, pulling him close. His kiss is soft now, slow, and lingering.
