Not even as my orgasm draws far too close.
She breaks away, gasping in a breath, her eyes hazy as they drift to mine…and desperate. “I can’t, Colt. I need… I don’t know how?—”
Pink on her cheeks.
Eyes dilated.
Lips swollen and stubble-burned.
She’s close too.
And I can give her more good, can make her feel good.
Her hips jerk, a frustrated groan tumbling off her lips. “I?—”
“Let me help you, baby?”
She stills and I brace. I won’t push, but fuck I hope she’ll?—
“Yes,” she says an instant later. “Please help me, Colt. Please keep giving me more of your good.”
A red haze intrudes on my vision, my orgasm sliding even closer, my control slipping just a bit more. But I rein it in as I grip her hips, order gently, “Shift over, baby.”
She doesn’t hesitate, just rolls to her back, hands going to the hem of her tank top.
And when she shimmies, drags the material up, exposing several inches of gorgeous silky skin…
That fragile hold on my control snaps.
Twenty-Three
Ky
He bends and kisses me, and it’s no gentle meeting of tongues, meshing of lips.
It’s fierce and needy and deep and wet and?—
Then he’s pulling back, hands on either side of my body, head hanging, breaths coming in rapid gusts.
The throb between my legs is at a fever pitch and I want nothing more than to sink my hands into his hair and drag him down to me, coax him into kissing me like that, into doing more than that, into giving me everything.
But his position doesn’t exactly scream…take me now.
“Colt?” I murmur.
Hot brown eyes on mine, but his voice is gentle when he murmurs, “Just a second, baby.”
“Is this…I mean…do you not want?—?”
“I want.”
Quick, rasping words that stroke up my thighs.
“Then—”
His mouth curves. “I’m trying to go slow, baby. Trying to stay in control so we don’t go too far too fast.”
My heart melts.
