The man knowswhat he’s doing. My lady parts celebrate at having pretty much just won the Orgasm Lottery.
My mind wants to analyze all this. Why Colt Friggin’ Forrester? Why now? I mean, something’s happening here, and I don’t understand it.
But for now, all I can do is lie here and bask in satisfaction. He’s the second guy to ever go down on me like that. The first having been Brent.
No comparison.
Even though we’d been dating for quite a while, I’d felt self-conscious with Brent, mortified even. My brain just wouldn’t shut off. I’d felt like Brent was doing it for something in return. Like it was a chore. The more I dwelled on trying to finish, the less my body responded. Brent got impatient. He even stopped once to ask what was taking me so long. Needless to say, the entire endeavor ended fruitlessly.
But with Colt.
His hunger drove my arousal places I’d never imagined.
Twice.
I finally manage to move, so I turn and snuggle into him deeper, my face against his chest. I don’t remember him removing his tie, but he must have done it himself when he opened the wine because the top few buttons of his shirt are undone and I can see hints of curling dark hairs contrasting against his skin.
I press my lips against the smooth flesh, and he moans. Even with Squirt’s bump between us, I feel how hard he is. I want to give him some of the same satisfaction he’s given me. I’m also curious. I want to see him. All of him.
These hormones of mine are out of control.
But when I slide my hand down to the button on his trousers, he stops me. I think he’s playing, and I dive for him again, but he’s adamant. He doesn’t want my hands down there.
Unease trickles in. Had I read this all wrong? I’m no longer relaxed, comfortable.
This is his cabin. I’m on his turf.
I feign a yawn and sit up. “I should be getting home.” His arm snakes around below Squirt, but I resist. “No, I really need to get back.” I try to sound cheerful but apparently, I’ve failed.
“What?” He’s not irritated. He’s tense. It’s in his voice. He pulls me onto his lap, my back against him. His breath warms the skin behind my ear.
How do I say this? I’m not even sure what I’m feeling. “I…” The kisses he’s trailing along my shoulder make it difficult to think. “I’m a little overwhelmed, I guess?” And confused. This relationship can’t really go anywhere. He’s a freaking country rock star. He’s only scheduled to be here for two weeks.
And where is this coming from anyway? This was just about sex, wasn’t it?
His hands rub up and down the length of my arms. “But you’re okay?”
I’m being ridiculous. He’s just given me two of the most amazing orgasms of my life, and now I’m acting all whiny?
So not me.
I turn so that I can reach his lips. “I’m so very okay…”
This kiss is long and tender and slow but when we finally break apart, the awkwardness returns. I slip my feet into my sandals and then he helps me into my sweater.
Although lights are interspersed along the path, the heavy darkness wraps around us.
“How come you don’t want me to touch you?” I blurt the question out. This stuff never stays inside me for long. His response to me just doesn’t make sense. By pushing my hands away, he’d changed the dynamics between us.
I take a few more steps before realizing he’s stopped. When I turn around, my heart cracks. So damn good looking, even when I can barely see him. His charisma emanates from his casual stance, his broad shoulders, and a humming energy. He’s jammed his hands into his front pockets. I can’t see his eyes, but the intensity of his stare pierces me through the darkness.”
“It’s always about me,” he finally grinds out. “I don’t want this to be about me.” He drops his head forward and kicks at a rock.
Something releases inside me. Soft rain. Effervescent bubbles. Kittens. I choke on a happy sob. God, I’m such an idiot. A little emotional these day, I’m totally off my game.
“Colt.” I say his name and cover the few steps between us. “Where did you come from?” My hands are on the sides of his face. My fingers loving the feel of his stubble. I press my lips against his. His mouth is closed at first but gradually opens for me. “Two of us.” I say the words without moving away. “Me and you.”
He grazes his mouth along my jaw. “I know. I know.” He breathes the words. “But for now. Let me…” A shudder rips through his large frame. “Let me do this.”
