“Me too. Butonlyhim because what he did isallon him. Do you understand?Youare good. And you protect…you don’t hurt.”
“I didn’t protect either of them tonight.”
“Because you couldn’t. And he knew that.”
Colt latched onto those words like they were the only things keeping his head above water.
She leaned in and kissed his chest, her lips touching right over his heart. It was a heart that beat for Indie. It belonged to her.
She kissed him again, but this time over a small scar that sat close to his left shoulder, one he’d had since he was eight. One his father had put there.
And yeah, it took all the fucking pain away.
She looked up at him. “I love you, Colt Reed. You are the best man I know. And you’re everything your father isn’t.”
He closed his eyes and gripped her hips, letting that kiss heal the broken parts of him. Letting her remind him of who he was, because she was the only one with the power to do so.
She pressed another kiss to his chest, but it wasn’t enough. He cupped the back of her head, tilted her chin up, and kissed her. He slipped his tongue inside and let her taste, her softness, everything she was, lift him out of the dark place where his father put him.
She kissed him back, meeting him exactly where he was.
He lifted her and turned, pressing her back to the tiled wall, her entire front meeting his.
Fuck, he loved her. He loved everything about her with an intensity that should probably scare him. It didn’t.
He reached down and held the soft mound of her breast in his palm, her moans weaving inside him, finding the hollow parts and filling them.
When he found her nipple, he swiped it back and forth with his thumb before rolling it in a circle.
She groaned.
So…fucking…beautiful. And his. This woman was his.
His mouth shifted to her cheek, then her neck. When he found that spot behind her ear that made her squirm, he lowered his hand to the V between her thighs and stroked her clit. Her entire body convulsed. He did it again, loving how damnsensitive she was. Absorbing every sound. Every tightening of her fingers against his shoulders. Memorizing her.
He shifted his thumb to her clit and slipped two fingers inside her. Her gasp was fucking magic. Piercing his chest, making his cock turn to stone.
He moved his fingers in and out in a rhythmic motion, his thumb gliding over her clit, sending her wild in his arms.
“Colt…” She reached down and grabbed his wrist. “Now.”
Then she gripped the back of his head and tugged his mouth back to hers, but this kiss was fast and desperate. It was fire and need and desire.
He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly slid inside.
Fuck, she was tight. And she fit around him so fucking perfectly.
She tilted her head back and sighed before opening her green eyes and looking at him.
“Loving you is one thing I never got wrong,” he whispered.
“You fought for us. You held us together, even when I felt like I was coming apart.”
“I willalwaysfight for us.” He found her lips again and kissed her. Then he began to move. Long, deep thrusts that felt like coming home every time he returned to her. It was the peace and ecstasy that so many spent their entire lives chasing. And he had it in the palm of his hands.
Every inchof Indie’s body was on fire. Her fingers dug into his shoulders like if she didn’t hold on she’d fall or break or something equally devastating. And maybe she would. Maybe Colt was and had always been her only anchor.
She barely felt the stream of water on her shoulders or the steam in the air. All she felt was Colt. He was everywhere. His body surrounded her, and his heat had slipped beneath the surface of her skin.
