When I finally touched her, I wanted to be sure it was with the kind of patience that had nothing to do with control and everythingto do with reverence. My hands slid up her waist, slow as breath, tracing the faint shimmer of glitter on her skin. I felt her pulse jump beneath my palms.
Colette’s fingers trembled as she reached for me, dragging her nails lightly down my chest, and that single touch — barely there — punched an exhale from my mouth. She’d undone me completely.
“Still think you’re lucky?” She teased, but her voice cracked halfway through it, too breathless to carry the smugness she wanted.
I let out a quiet laugh. “No. I think I’m doomed.”
Then I kissed her again. Harder this time — nothing polite about it. My mouth moved against hers like I needed to taste every sound she made, and when she gasped, I caught it, deepened it, drew it out until her knees gave.
I pulled back just enough to look at her — reallylookat her. The glitter, the flush, the way her hair stuck damp to her neck.
“This is how I’m supposed to see you,” I murmured, voice ragged. “Not because of what you’re wearing. Because you’re looking at me like this.”
Her answer was only a shiver. And when I bent my head again, kissing the corner of her mouth, the curve of her jaw, the hollow of her throat — every place she’d let me — I was gentle and greedy all at once.
CHAPTER 30
Silas
My arms tightenedaround her waist, lifting her from the ground with ease. A little gasp escaped her, but I swallowed it down, mouth never leaving hers.
Neverwillingto leave.
I stumbled over to the little nest we’d built together over the last week. The mattress on the floor, piled high with blankets and flannels, half-drank coffee and cocoa gone cold on the tables beside it. Her books, my pages, the entire solace that we’d both come looking for, narrowed down to one single place.
Lowering down to my knees, I laid her out before me. Lips swollen, eyes hooded, and chest heaving — I wasn’t sure I had ever seen something as alluring as Colette Baxter.
Or ever would again.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me down as I hovered over her, the soft glow of string lights casting shadows across her skin. The lingerie clung to her curves like a forbidden gift, red ribbons crisscrossing her chest, barely containing the swell of her breasts. I traced the edge of the bow with my thumb, feeling her shiver beneath me.
“Unwrap me,” she whispered, voice husky, her legs partingslightly under the weight of my body. The air smelled of pine and vanilla from the candle flickering nearby, mixing with the faint sweetness of her arousal.
I didn't need more invitation. My hands slid up her thighs, pushing the flimsy fabric aside to get a good look at the ruffled bloomers that matched the top. She arched her back, pressing her hips against mine, and I could feel the heat radiating from her core. Leaning in, I nipped at the ribbon, teeth grazing her skin as I tugged it loose with my mouth. The ties gave way slowly, revealing inch by inch of her flushed flesh.
Her nipples hardened in the cool air, pink and begging for attention. I captured one between my lips, sucking firmly, tongue swirling around the peak while my hand cupped the other breast, kneading it roughly. Colette moaned, her nails digging into my shoulders, urging me on. “More,” she breathed, her body writhing against the blankets.
I trailed kisses down her stomach, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her underwear and yanking it down her legs in one swift motion. She was bare before me now, pussy glistening with need, lips swollen and inviting. I spread her thighs wider, settling between them, my breath hot against her inner skin.
“Look at you,” I murmured, eyes locked on hers as I leaned closer. My tongue flicked out, tasting her for the second time — salty-sweet, addictive. She bucked against my mouth, a whimper escaping as I licked along her slit, circling her clit with deliberate strokes. Her hands fisted the flannel beneath her, body trembling as I sucked her clit between my lips, fingers pressing into her thighs to hold her steady.
The room felt smaller, warmer, everything fading except the sounds of her gasps and the wet slide of my tongue delving deeper. I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that made her cry out, pumping slowly at first, then faster as her walls clenched around me. Colette's hips rolled, chasing the rhythm, her breaths coming in short, desperate pants.
"Fuck, yes... don't stop," she gasped, one hand reaching down toguide me, fingers threading through my hair again. I added a third finger, stretching her, my mouth never relenting on her clit — sucking, licking, teasing until her thighs quivered around my head.
She was close, I could feel it in the way her body tensed, the flood of wetness coating my hand. I thrust my fingers harder, tongue pressing flat against her, and she shattered — crying my name as her orgasm ripped through her, pussy pulsing, back arching off the mattress.
I didn't let up until she was boneless, panting, pulling me up for a kiss that tasted of her own release. Her hands roamed my back, tugging at my shirt, eager to even the score. “Your turn,” she said with a wicked smile, eyes dark with promise.
I kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue, my cock straining against my boxers, aching for release. At fifty-one, I'd had my share of women, but none like Colette — twenty-eight, fresh-faced, and so fucking eager it made my blood run hot. Her small hands scraped my chest as she explored the salt-and-pepper hair there.
“God, look at you,” she murmured, eyes wide as she traced the lines of my muscles, hardened from years of manual labor — distractions from my failing career. I smirked, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head with one hand, my other sliding down to shove down my boxers.
“You have no idea, baby,” I growled, voice rough with need. “I’ve been dreaming about burying my cock in this tight pussy since the day you showed up at my cabin. Gonna fuck you so good you'll forget every boy who came before me.”
She bit her lip, thighs rubbing together as I kicked my boxers aside. My cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head already leaking pre-cum. Colette's gaze dropped to it, her breath hitching. “You’re... big,” she whispered, a mix of awe and nervousness in her eyes. First time or not, she wanted it — I could see it in the way her pussy still glistened from her orgasm, ready for more.
I released her hands, guiding one to wrap around my shaft. Her fingers barely met, stroking tentatively at first, then with moreconfidence as I groaned. “That's it, stroke my cock. Feel how hard you make me? This is all for you, menace.”
