“I need you to move,” I sob. “Please move.”
“I’ve got you, Lex.”
He retreats before pressing forward again, setting a slow, intimate pace that pushes me higher with every thrust. “I’m desperate to fuck you, Wildcat. But I need to make love to you this one time.”
Tears roll down my cheeks, and I don’t bother trying to stop them, not when I feel like I’m exactly where I belong for the first time in my life.
I feed my hands through Colten’s hair and pull his face down until our lips meet in a slow kiss that pushes me further toward the pleasure flickering in my lower belly.
My core throbs with the need for release, but I don’t think I could come even if I wanted to.
No, my body is waiting for his, waiting for us to reach our release together.
It’s Colten who breaks our kiss, dropping his forehead to mine. His breathing is labored, and the way he swells inside me is all the confirmation I need that he’s close.
“You gonna come with me, Lexi?”
“Come for me,” I breathe.
His thrusts remain perfectly measured despite how violently his body trembles as blinding pleasure shoots through me, sending me spiraling into an orgasm so strong it takes my breath away.
My own cries seem far away as wave after wave of pleasure beats down on me, and the intensity makes breathing harder than it’s ever been before.
It’s not until he’s milked every last drop of my release from me that he finally stops moving, allowing his weight to settle over me and bringing me back to earth.
Colten trails gentle kisses down my throat as I wrap my arms around him, holding him against me like he might slip away if I let go.
But as if he can feel the doubt that’s creeping into the back of my mind, he presses his lips to my ear and says, “You’re mine now, Wildcat. Now that I’ve been inside you, I’m not capable of ever letting you go.”
THIRTY-SIX
COLTEN
Islip from the bed once Lexi falls asleep, her body curling around my pillow as if she’s seeking me out in her sleep.
Pulling myself away from her is almost impossible, but there are leads I need to follow to ensure nothing like what happened today ever happens again.
This motherfucker is going down, because although he might be good, I’m better.
Somewhere along the way, he has to have made a mistake, and I’m going to find it.
I tug on a pair of sweatpants and move through the apartment to gather my laptop before returning to the bedroom. I drop onto the couch at the end of the bed, where I have a perfect view of my sleeping woman, settling the part of me that can’t stand the idea of her not being in the same room.
I open my laptop and read through a few emails that can wait to be dealt with later. Things in the business have been blissfully quiet the last couple of days, and I’m hoping it will stay that way until we track down the asshole after Lexi or until Cruz gets back.
Wouldn’t that be a dream?
He better not think he’s ever going on another holiday, because I am not cut out for the life of a Mafia boss.
Once I’m sure the business isn’t going to burn down, I work on tracking the IP attached to the guy’s Fan Faves account, but unsurprisingly, I come up empty.
It’s getting easier and easier to hide your IP address, so I wasn’t expecting to get much from the search.
Next I move on to the burner number he used to text Lexi today. He knows what he’s doing, which means he’s probably done this before.
The unsettling thought has me rubbing at the pressure in my chest.
Another woman may have been in the same position Lexi is right now, but she may not have had the same resources behind her.
