Tears prick at my eyes as he slides my joggers down my legs, leaving me with nothing but my lacy panties to cover me.
As I let out a quiet sob, he slides himself back over me, his heavy chest pressed against mine as his hand strokes my hair.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s stupid,” I laugh at myself through my tears. “And you’re gonna get mad.”
“Rowan, I would never get mad at you.”
“You will.”
“No,” he says with a shake of his head. “Tell me what’s upsetting you.”
“I just— I’m not convinced this is real,” I admit, tears falling from my eyes. “I don’t deserve this. You’re— Someone like you doesn’t fall for someone like me.”
“And who do you think someone like you is?”
“Just…some girl. Who doesn’t matter, in the real world. Some sick girl who is too hard to love.”
“Oh, baby,” he sighs, then presses a kiss to my lips. “There isn’t a single thing about you that is hard to love. You are all of the good things in this world, wrapped up into one tiny, stubborn and annoying-as-hell package. You are perfect.” He dusts the lightest kisses over my cheekbones to clean away my tears. “You are a goddess, baby girl. Let me worship you.”
My breath catches as his mouth trails along the plane of my stomach.
One of his hands reaches up to squeeze my breast, holding it tightly, and I let out a moan through the tears that are still finding their way to my eyes.
His free hand moves to my panties, working to slide them off of my legs, then he drops them to the floor as his occupied hand pinches at my nipple, making me whimper.
Before I can blink, his mouth is on me, tongue lapping over me and I gasp at the electric shock of his movements as he swirls his tongue over my clit.
“Colt,” I breathe.
His tongue moves in slow strokes at first, loving and gentle, then he pulls me into his mouth, sucking as the warmth of his breath dances over my skin.
When he releases me, his tongue goes back to those beautifully-made strokes, deeper this time, until it’s practically inside me. I moan and slowly start to rock my hips against him as I reach for the pillow beneath my head. I need something to grab onto, to keep me grounded, or I might just float away if he keeps this up.
As his tongue meets my clit again, he carefully slips two fingers inside of me, curling them around my most sensitive spot as he moans against my body. I feel like I might fall off the edge of the Earth, only to wind up lost in an orbit I might never come back from.
“Oh, god,” I pant.
“’Dio mio,’ baby. You’re in Italy,” Colt reprimands from his post between my legs. “Use the language.”
A long, desperate moan slips from my lips and my body bucks against him.
“You need more?” He teases.
“Yes!”
He withdraws his fingers and I think, just for a second, that I might kill him – until I hear the rustling sound of fabric over skin.
His pants drop to the ground and he presses his body against mine again, looking me in the eye as his cock finds home between my legs and slides inside. I groan at the still-unfamiliar fullness that I find myself so thankful for as he releases a low growl into my ear.
“That’s my girl,” he breathes. “You’re doing so good for me.”
Our eyes stay locked on each other as he presses into me, moving in perfect rhythm with the rolling of my hips.
My hands fly up to cup his face, reminding me that he’s real, this moment is real. There’s not a single point in my life that I thought would lead me here. I never honestly thought I would find someone to make me feel like this. I was always too much or too complicated or too…anything. Somehow, Colt doesn’t see that when he looks at me, and I’m not sure how I got so lucky for that to happen.
Somehow, he drives himself deeper into me, and I close my eyes as I cry out against the feeling. His hand grips my jaw, giving it a squeeze and he growls, “Eyes on me, baby.”
