He nips at my bottom lip, demanding entry that I give him without thought or hesitation.
My hands snake around his waist, tugging him between my spread thighs, and he comes willingly.
His hardness presses against my core, just a scrap of lace and his boxer briefs separating us, and despite how irritated I was with him just moments ago, I suddenly wish the fabric between us would disappear.
I have so many questions, and yet none of them seem as important as kissing Colten.
One of his hands feeds into the back of my hair, tugging me forward and positioning me exactly as he wants me, while the other rests on the counter beside me, keeping us both steady as he devours me.
Because that’s the only word I can think of to describe what he’s doing.
“Fuck, Lexi,” he breathes between kisses, like he can’t get enough of me.
The feeling is very fucking mutual, and I tell him so by tugging him harder against me.
I’m seconds away from begging him to fuck me. From pleading with him to tear the lace from between my thighs and take me with the same feral desire he’s kissing me with.
But that would be a mistake.
We’re already going further than we should.
We’re long past the point I should have pushed him away and insisted we take things slow. But I can have some restraint…I think.
“I knew you’d feel perfect against me, but fuck.” He groans against my lips. “You’re everything I always hoped you’d be and more.”
My heart stutters at his words. Words that I’ve longed to hear for longer than I care to think about. After always being the one who was overlooked, who was used, I can barely believe they’re coming from someone who was right in front of me the whole time.
They’re words my soul has longed for but with the actions backing him up, and that fact is almost as overwhelming as the man who has me trapped in a way I don’t want to ever escape.
Our kiss only gets more frantic the longer it goes on, years of longing, of yearning, finally coming to a head.
Colten pulses between my thighs, his thick length moving against my core at the most maddening pace. The friction borders on pain, but it’s the beautiful kind, the kind that could very well have my release reaching its peak at any moment.
I grind against him, desperate for more. Desperate for an orgasm that didn’t come from my own hand. The first in years.
His cock throbs in time with my aching clit as he kisses along my jaw before biting down on the sensitive skin of my throat.
And then I’m tumbling.
Blinding light bursts in my vision, my body moving of its own need to milk every ounce of this orgasm
Colten groans against me, his cock twitching as warmth spreads through my entire body.
It’s not until my head is resting on his chest that I realize I’m panting, my body racked with violent trembles that I don’t understand.
I’m overwhelmed, I realize.
Everything I thought I knew has been turned on its head, and now I’m in the arms of the one man I thought I could never have.
Something warm and sticky clings to the inside of my thigh where Colten’s softening cock rests through his boxer briefs, which is how I come to the conclusion I’m not the only one that just came.
“Jesus, Wildcat,” he murmurs, not allowing an inch of space between us. “As soon as I felt you coming against me, I was a goner.”
TWENTY-SIX
COLTEN
Look, I know Lexi said she wanted to take things slow. And I always want whatever she wants, as long as it’s in her best interest safety-wise.
