“I—”
He spreads his hands on his thighs, fingers clenching at the material of his jeans. “I won’t move, won’t touch. You can just…” He licks his lips, eyes sliding to the side then coming back to mine, hot and tempting. “You can just take what you want and I’ll stay exactly like this.”
My heart hiccups, starts beating rapidly, trying to escape the cage of my lungs.
“What about what you want?”
His fingers flex, digging into the hard muscles of his legs.
His jaw clenches, a muscle flickering along the defined edge.
But it’s his eyes that steal my breath.
Because they burn into mine as he says,
“What I want more than my next heartbeat is too feel your lips on mine.”
Fourteen
Colt
I hold my breath, thinking I’ve blown it.
That she’ll pull back.
My fingers are clenched so tightly into my thighs they’re cramping.
But I still don’t move.
Not as the moment stretches.
Not as her body shifts away from mine ever so slightly and disappointment slices through my abdomen.
Fuck.
She’s going to?—
In a sudden rush of movement, she closes the distance between our bodies.
One second, I’m fighting that crippling disappointment and the next, I’m stunned stupid by the feel of her body against mine.
Soft hands on my shoulders, lush tits pressed to my side…lips that taste like heaven taking mine.
It’s the sweetest kiss of my life—gentle and easy, her mouth sipping at mine.
It takes everything in me to keep my hands on my legs, to not put them on her body, to not dive them into her hair, deepening the kiss. Hell, it takes everything in me to follow her lead and not part my lips, to not plunge my tongue into her mouth and taste her like I’m desperate to.
But I let her lead.
Even as one of her hands slides up my neck and into my hair, fisting the strands tightly, sending little sensual bites of pain along my nape.
It doesn’t hurt, not really.
But it does further erode my control.
“More,” I rasp when she pulls back.
More hands on my body. More lips against mine. Just…more.
