I groan.
Yep. Lexi De Luca is going to be the death of me, but fuck, what a way to go.
THIRTY-FIVE
LEXI
There’s no way I’ve ever been this turned on, because a stiff breeze could make me come right now.
Is that possible? I don’t know, but it sure feels that way.
My hips shift of their own accord, searching for any kind of relief for my aching core.
Is it the years of pent-up tension between us? Or is there more to it?
Colten bites down on my bottom lip, dragging me from my thoughts before I can fall into them.
He knows me too well.
“Please,” I whine.
“The first time I slide inside of you, it’s not going to be in the shower, Wildcat. I’ll fuck you anywhere you want after that, but bed first.”
I groan at his words. Why does he have to be so fucking perfect? It’s unnatural for a man.
He reaches across the shower and shuts off the water, ushering me out before I can argue. I love that he wants our first time to be in a bed, but I’m also ready to take matters into my own hands because I don’t think I can wait until we’re dry.
The fact another man has never made me come, but Colten has me so pent up I might not make it out of this bathroom without a spontaneous orgasm is definitely fucking with me.
I’m distracted when he carefully runs a towel over my body, wiping away every droplet of water, but he never lingers. Much to my dismay.
He can linger wherever the hell he wants if it means I’m going to get to come.
Once he’s certain I’m dry, he works a towel over himself with much less care than he showed me.
We step into the bedroom, and my eyes track over the space in search of Pancake, but when I don’t immediately find her, worry rushes through my chest.
Oh god, I’m going to be an overprotective cat mom, aren’t I?
Colten guides my body to look out the bedroom door to where she’s happily spread across the back of the couch.
“On the bed, Wildcat. I need to taste you.”
I bite down on my bottom lip. Part of me wants to beg him for his dick, but who am I to say no to a guy going down on me?
Once I reach the edge, I crawl up the middle of the mattress and position myself with my head on the pillows. If Colten’s going to feast, I’m going to have a front-row seat.
His eyes are dark with lust as he watches me, tension radiating off him in waves.
“You don’t know how many times I imagined you naked on my bed, Lexi,” he rumbles, taking measured steps toward me.
“Tell me,” I whisper.
He chuckles as his knees press into the mattress, and he lowers himself until he’s on his stomach with his mouth mere inches from my aching heat.
Just his breath against me has me squirming beneath him.
“I’m not sure I should quantify it,” he admits. He drags his tongue through my folds, and blinding light flashes behind my eyes.
