“You haven’t made love to me in nearly three months. You barely touch me anymore. I can’t make you want me. I’m empty.Hollow. A shell. Half a woman. I wouldn’t be attracted to me either, so how could you be?”
“Jesus, Dee.” He pulls back, eyes scanning my face. “You really think I haven’t touched you because I don’t want you?”
“I can’t even make you hard,” I blurt, bitterness and heartbreak mingling.
He shakes his head like I’ve lost my mind. “Dee, I was hard for you last night. You just didn’t see it. You’re not thinking straight.”
I press my hands to my temples, everything spinning. “I don’t know what’s real anymore, Colt. That dream… it felt so real. And it makes sense. You haven’t touched me, so of course I think it’s because I disgust you.”
His jaw tightens. “Baby, I’ve stayed away because I don’t want to hurt you. That’s all it is.”
I scoff, wiping at my face again. “That’s just a pretty excuse. I need you, Colt. I need to feel you. I need to know you still love me, because right now I feel like I’ll never be enough for you again.”
His face twists with something between guilt and frustration, like he doesn’t know what to say or what move to make.
I sob again, just a slight broken sound, and his grip on my face tightens. He leans in and kisses me, slow and sure, his lips brushing mine with gentle purpose. The sob catches in my throat as his mouth moves over mine, soft and coaxing. My body stills, his touch beginning to calm the storm raging inside me. Our lips part, our tongues meet, and for a moment, the fear starts to fade.
His thumbs stroke my cheeks, soothing. Loving.
Then the electricity surges through me, the spark I always feel when he touches me, and I need more. My hands drift up his bare chest, my fingers desperate to feel skin on skin.
Colt shifts, guiding me back toward the bed, lowering me gently, his mouth never leaving mine. His hand slips from myface and trails down to cup my breast. I arch into his touch, needing that contact, desperate for it. His kiss deepens, lips firm and possessive now, and heat builds between us.
I ache for him. My body pulses, my clit throbbing with want.
He pulls back a fraction, and I whimper in protest, but his lips brush mine again as he begins undoing the buttons on my pajama top. I thread my fingers through his hair, clinging to him as he opens the fabric, exposing my breasts and stomach. His hand grazes my bare breast, and a deep groan rumbles from his throat.
I moan into his mouth, my breath hitching.
Colt moves lower, kissing along my collarbone, then down to my nipple. He licks around the hardened bud before taking it into his mouth.
A gasp rips from me. My back arches as he blows over the wet skin, then bites gently, tugging. My head falls back against the pillows as a shiver wracks my spine.
He’s rougher tonight. More intense. And I crave every second of it.
His hand glides down my stomach, pausing at the waistband of my pajama pants. Colt’s mouth trails kisses along my ribs, over my scarred skin like it’s precious, not flawed. Then he moves between my legs, kneeling, his palms dragging over my thighs, making my skin tingle.
He grips the waistband and tugs—my hips lift in silent permission. He peels off both my pants and panties in one swift motion, tossing them aside like they’re in the way. My heart pounds as his gaze crawls over my bare body.
His eyes are pure fire.
Possessive.
Dark with want.
I sit up just long enough to shrug off my pajama top, letting it fall behind me. Naked now, I lie back, completely exposedbeneath his stare. He smirks, grabs my knees, and presses them upward, spreading me wide open for him.
I swallow thickly.
He leans in and licks a hot, slow stripe right up the center of my pussy, and I cry out, body arching into him as heat scorches through me.
“Don’t ever think you don’t turn me on, baby.” His voice is low, gruff, and commanding. “Look at what you do to me.”
I glance down as he strokes his thick, erect cock—slow and deliberate. My breath catches. I whimper, and he smirks like the cocky bastard he is, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. Then he dives back in, burying his face between my thighs.
My fingers find his hair, clutching as his tongue works me over with reckless precision. He licks, sucks, and flicks my clit with relentless focus. I moan, my hips rolling up against his mouth as pressure coils low in my belly. Then he groans, and the vibrations make me gasp.
“Oh shit, Colt,” I pant, and he growls in response, attacking my clit faster.
