Colt kissed lower, found her furled nipple and licked, swirling his tongue about the taut flesh, then blew across her wetskin. She dug her fingers into his hair, pulling as she arched into him, and he smiled.
He shifted his attention to her other breast. “I always did have excellent reading skills.”
Laughter shimmered through her, and he skimmed his palms up her sides to her arms, tracing biceps and the inside of her elbows before wrapping his fingers around her wrists. He’d waited forever for this, and he wanted to memorize every line, every nuance.
Like she was going to lie back and let him read her, though. She turned her head, finding the inside of his arm with her lips, then curved her foot around his calf, sliding up in a slow, sweet caress. The position opened her to him, so his hard-on pressed against her hot, intimate flesh, the thin barrier of his boxers unbearable.
He needed to be closer, skin-on-skin.
Lifting on an elbow, he shoved his boxers down and off, coming back to rest over her. Arms linked about his neck, kissing the side of his throat, she arched into him, rubbing the softest part of her against the hardest part of him. Lord, she was more than hot — she was so damned wet for him. Holy hell, slow was about to be out the window.
Cupping her shoulder, playing his thumb over the hollows of her clavicle, he dipped his other hand between them, stroking and teasing. Like always, she met him there, wrapping her fingers about him, sweeping from base to tip.
Teeth clenched on a hiss, he rested his forehead on her shoulder. He should—
“Colton.” Warm palms framed his face, forcing his gaze up to meet hers, pupils wide with desire. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”
“Thank God.” He rolled away to fumble in the nightstand, his hands shaking so hard he struggled to get the packet open. With a soft laugh, she helped him, fingers tangling, until he rolled the condom on with deft movements.
She spread her thighs, hands at his shoulders to pull him down. Palming his erection, he positioned himself. His gaze fixed on hers, he curved a hand over her head and slid into the hot clasp of her body on a smooth thrust. Her eyes widened, head thrown back on a quiet moan of pleasure.
“Holly.” Her name left his lips on a shaken whisper. He rubbed his thumb over her temple, soaking in the sensation of being deep inside her. Intimate muscles clung to him, surrounding him in lush heat. “Babe.”
“You feel so good inside me.” Another of those slow stretches and she flexed her fingers into his shoulders.
“Yeah?” He pulled almost out and thrust deep, shuddering at the intense sensation.
“Oh, yes.” A dreamy smile curved her lips, eyes gleaming with pleasure. “Just like that.”
Who was he to argue, when that rhythm was just as good for him? Planting an elbow by her head, he kept up the long thrusts, playing with her breast with his free hand. She was so soft and smooth and so damned perfect he could cry.
Her breathing shifted, growing shorter, hitching before she bowed into him, a moan shivering over his ears while her body clenched on his, a wave of strong ripples stroking him. Pleasure seized the base of his spine, arcing up and to his balls, drawing tight as he thrust harder, deeper, burying himself to pulse inside her, a ragged groan torn from his chest.
Chest heaving, he collapsed, stroking her hair, one part of his brain aware he was too heavy, the rest short circuited by the best orgasm of his life.
On a quiet laugh, she hugged him close, playing with the edge of his hair before she poked his shoulder to tip him off her. “Okay, you’re heavy.”
He rolled to his back, pulled the condom free and stretched to drop it in the wastebasket, then rubbed both hands down his face. His gut jumped and trembled with aftermath. “Damn.”
“Yes.” She curled along his side, thigh over his, an arm slung across his torso. Humor hovered in her humming purr. “Exactly. That was so good, Colt.”
“So I was okay for your first time?” He turned his head and grinned. “I’ve never been with a virgin before.”
“You . . .” Her fist landed against his shoulder.
“Ouch.” Grinning, he rubbed the spot.
“‘I’ve never been with a virgin before.’” She mimicked his drawl. “Right. Marisa, Jada . . .”
“I didn’t sleep with either one of them.” On a relaxed sigh, he folded one arm behind his head. “Hell, I didn’t lose my virginity until ABAC.”
Her head jerked up from his chest, and she stared at him, open-mouthed. “You’re joking.”
“I am not.” His grin so wide his face hurt, he pinched her side. “And you’re my first virgin.”
“Oh, my Lord, I should never have told you that.”
“You shouldn’t be lying to your mama.”
